Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 671 When it’s time to break, it’s time to break

Neither of the two people in the office were wizards whose vision would be obstructed by a wall. His eyes glanced at the door that was being knocked. Whether it was Amosta or Alastor, their expressions became a little subtle.

"Do you need me to step aside, Blaine?"

Professor Moody asked in a hoarse voice to hide his inner anxiety.

"I don't think it's necessary, Professor Moody--"

Amosta said calmly. He waved his hand to make the empty snack boxes and debris on the desk disappear, and then said in a deep voice to the door, "Please come in--"

After a click, the door opened, and a girl wrapped in a sky blue cloak and hiding her face in the cloak walked in.

"Hiss - the weather is really cold - phew, but it's quite warm here -"

The girl didn't even look up to take a closer look at the situation in the office. She closed the door behind her back and took off her cloak, revealing Beauxbatons' silk school uniform that fit her body curves. Fleur muttered while carefully shaking off the fine snowflakes on her cloak,

"Oh, to be honest, I really didn't want to leave the carriage and come to the castle in this weather, but Gabri wanted to have a snowball fight with the Hogwarts students on the grounds, so I had to go out with her. She was having fun. I'm having fun, but I'm bored.

So I thought of you. You know what I mean, I've been waiting for you to send me an invitation. But I couldn't wait. Oh, the British are too reserved in this regard and are always secretive. Why can't it be as simple as when you defeated Vitia Cliona in the Quidditch final in the summer? "

Fleur lowered her head and looked at her cloak for a few times. She breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was finally satisfied.

"Perhaps you can invite me to drink a cup of the tea you often drink, Amosta. Although I don't like the taste of it, at least it can warm my forehead--"

Fleur put the cloak on her arms, and then finally raised her head to look at the innermost office area of ​​the office. At a glance, her expression suddenly froze, and her cheeks, which were white due to the cold, turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Silence fell, and a strange atmosphere filled the office.

Fleur remained motionless as if she was under a petrification spell, while Amosta pursed her lips and showed no expression on her face. Professor Moody, although he was still facing Amosta, his blue magic eye looked like something out of nowhere. As if there is a malfunction, the center of the pupil is facing forward for a while and facing inside the skull for a while.

"Maybe it's not convenient for you right now, Blaine-"

In the end, it was Professor Moody who broke the embarrassing silence. His hoarse voice suddenly became much duller, and there was a strange light in his eyes when he looked at Amosta.

"Otherwise, I'd better do it another time."

"Oh, no, Professor Moody—"

Amosta spoke to stop him. He already had a hunch that Fleur's coming to him probably bothered him more than Moody's.

"Oh, sorry, Professor Moody!"

Fleur also came back to her senses. Of course she recognized that the person opposite Amosta was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were the young wizards at Hogwarts this school year. She was in class together and sincerely hoped that Moody had not heard what she just said, but after attending Professor Moody's class for two months, she knew that this was impossible.

"I didn't see you here. I..., um, waiting outside the door!"

Fleur glared at Amosta Blaine angrily. This guy could have warned her earlier, but he didn't say anything, just sat there and watched his own joke.

"You don't have to leave, Miss Delacour—"

Amosta also called out to Fleur who was about to leave in a hurry.

"Professor Moody and I were just chatting. If you have anything important or need help if you encounter any problems, you can tell me directly and I will do my best."

Moody blinked and lowered his head to stare at his bottomed tea cup, showing with practical actions that he would not interfere with his conversation with Fleur.

"Nothing, I just--"

Fleur was stopped and said subconsciously that even though she had just complained about the British's reserve, she was not willing to invite Amosta to her Yule Ball in the presence of another professor from Hogwarts. However, just before the concealed words were spoken, Furong suddenly fell silent.

She has been dealing with Amosta for a long time and knows Amosta’s style very well.

Every time she tried to express her feelings to Amosta, the man was as slippery as a slug covered in mucus, and he always diverted her attention away from the subject.

It might be a good thing to have another professor present, so that Amosta Braine wouldn't be able to pretend to be confused like before. "All right!"

The thoughts that flashed through Fleur's mind made her make up her mind instantly. She fiddled with her silver hair and raised her chin slightly. The previous embarrassment and shyness disappeared, and the charm and confidence climbed back onto her delicate face that was made from heaven. Then, she walked towards Amosta with brisk steps.

The change in Fleur's posture allowed Amosta to accurately capture the changes in her mentality. Looking at Fleur who was approaching quickly, Amosta frowned slightly.

He had already guessed Furong's purpose.

It was in the library that he saw the Durmstrang warriors inviting Hermione to the dance that would be held on Christmas Eve. He didn't expect that he would be late for the party so soon. He asked Fleur to tell her intention in the presence of Professor Moody in order to make Fleur throw a tantrum, but Fleur's courage and determination exceeded his expectations.

Maybe, I should express my attitude more clearly--

Before Fleur even opened her mouth to send out the invitation, Amosta had already made a decision in his heart.

"Well, I came here to ask you if you would like-"

Fleur quickly glanced at Professor Moody. Even she could tell that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who was known for his keenness and cold attitude towards dark wizards when he was in office, was holding the teacup with only the bottom left. His posture is pretentious,

"Be my misguided dance partner at Christmas!"

Fleur finally sent out the invitation 'aggressively'.

This is really surprising. The famous Amosta Brain actually has an unexplained relationship with Durmstrang's warriors. If this matter spreads, what will people say?

The expression on Moody's scarred face suddenly became subtle. The magic eyes in his sockets stared at the calm Professor Brain through the bottom of the cup, trying to see what Amosta's reaction would be. .

"I don't want to, Miss Delacour."

Cough!

Moody choked on the tea he sipped and coughed heavily. He didn't expect that Blaine would refuse so simply, without even a second of hesitation.

Silence fell unexpectedly, and Amosta looked at Fleur with an expressionless expression, as if she had finished everything she wanted to say.

Fleur was indeed very surprised. Before coming, she had already preset many possible reactions of Blaine after hearing her invitation. She thought that if Blaine really refused, he would respond tactfully as before, or continue to be careless. She changed the topic to something else in a joking way, but she really didn't expect that Brian would refuse so simply and mercilessly!

"Why!"

Fleur's breathing quickened, and her cheeks turned redder from shame and anger.

"why?"

Amosta asked in return, raising his eyebrows.

"Because according to tradition, although Hogwarts planned this dance to enhance mutual understanding, I personally have no interest in this activity. Understand, Miss Delacour, I am not planning to be anyone's dance partner or invitation. Who will be my dance partner? Of course, out of politeness and etiquette, maybe I will dance with someone at the ball for a few dances, but that's it-"

"But--"

Fleur's pure blue eyes were filled with anger,

"If you never had this intention, then why did you let that little boy give me that dress!"

Amosta Blaine gave Fleur a ballgown?

Professor Moody, who was looking out the window as if nothing had happened, suddenly flickered his blue magic eye, wanting to point it at Amosta Brain. Fortunately, in the end, he restrained this impulse. However, strangely, he Suddenly there was a mixed feeling in my heart.

"What did you say, Miss Delacour?"

Amosta frowned and looked a little impatient.

"Didn't Harry tell you that the dress was a gift from him to express his apology for breaking your nose? I just gave him some advice. That's all -"

(End of this chapter)