Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta turned to look at Fleur, who had already put on the white silk dress she just wore.

This dress seems to have been tailor-made for Fleur. The outline of the dress drawn by exquisite handcrafts perfectly fits Fleur's proud body curves. The sexy collarbone exposed in the air and the skirt of the dress are inlaid with diamonds and half-cuts. The row of tassels falling on the sleeves exudes white fluorescence, and the few inches of delicate white gauze joined above the tube top block the slightly exposed ravines. This wonderful design not only does not drag down the beauty, but instead interprets the temptation more thoroughly.

The seventeen-year-old girl was like a blooming flower. She stood there like the center of the world.

Even Gabrielle, who had been with Fleur day and night, was stunned by Fleur's beauty at this moment, and the shop owner who was over 40 years old looked at Fleur with envy.

However, Fleur frowned slightly and stared at the unassuming sportswear behind Amosta.

"You want us to show up in front of the entire European wizarding community in those ugly clothes?"

"I think it's pretty good--"

Amosta looked calm, as if he didn't notice Fleur who was completely different from before. He said in a calm tone,

"In order to better present the effect of the competition to the audience, and also for your own safety, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament need to dress uniformly when participating in events. Don't you know, this is the charter of the competition--"

"impossible!"

Furong said decisively,

"I can recite every rule of the game by heart, and there has never been any requirement for warriors to dress."

"That was before, starting from this year." Amosta said nonchalantly. He saw that Fleur wanted to refute, so he continued,

"When I got back, I added this item to the warrior code regulations in the safety plan. Warriors who don't follow the regulations will have their points deducted even if they complete the project perfectly."

Furong was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She had never seen anyone talk about "abusing power for personal gain" so openly and openly.

Then, Amosta waved to the boss,

"I want to customize four sets of these costumes for the warriors in the tournament. Well, I will notify you at that time to go to Hogwarts to measure the warriors' sizes. How long will the construction period take and how much will the cost be?"

"It only takes two days, Mr. Blaine!"

The shop owner was trembling with excitement. She had already heard what Mr. Blaine did for custom-made clothing. This was an excellent promotional opportunity for her.

"As for the fee, it won't cost you a knot, Mr. Blaine, as long as you'll allow me—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request -"

Amosta had already met the shop owner's request, and he shook his head.

"I can't possibly allow you to advertise on the game server. If you want to advertise, go negotiate with the goblins."

"I've asked about it!" the shop owner muttered angrily.

"The advertising fees offered by those black-hearted goblins can literally buy a whole fire dragon. Well, Mr. Brain, I can give you a discount. Considering that each warrior needs to go through three projects, I think you can customize ten The second set is a more reasonable choice. Including the cost of attendance, you only need to pay me one hundred and fifty gold galleons--"

Amosta did not expect that the boss was actually such a careful person. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the boss with admiration.

"Okay, as you say, when you come to Hogwarts to measure the warriors, I will ask Argus to settle the fee for you——"

"You're really going to let us compete in those ugly outfits!"

Furong's eyes widened and she shouted in disbelief,

"No, you can't do that!"

"Of course I can, Miss Delacour--"

Amosta twisted his neck, which made a series of crackling sounds. Then, he rubbed his brows and said a little tiredly,

"Are you done? Do you plan to buy this dress?"

Fleur was so annoyed by Amosta's sudden plan that she even forgot to show off the dress she was interested in. After his reminder, she finally remembered,

"What, oh, dress!\

,"Furong took a few deep breaths and decided to put this matter aside temporarily so as not to affect her good mood.

"how do you feel?"

A smile appeared on Fleur's pretty face again. She opened her hands and turned around, showing herself to Amosta openly.

"I already have a dress ready for the Yule Ball, but I think this one is even better, what do you think, if you like it."

"not bad."

Amosta said succinctly.

Fleur's face was filled with anticipation, waiting for Amosta to give more comments. However, Amosta seemed to have finished everything. He turned around and looked out the window casually, and when he found that it was already raining outside, When it started to rain lightly, he muttered dissatisfiedly.

Fleur stayed in place as if she was under a petrifying spell, her cheeks gradually turned red and her breathing became rapid, while Gabrielle, who was witnessing this scene, covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

"No more!"

Suddenly, Fleur yelled madly and rushed into the changing room angrily.

After the incident at the Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, Fleur's interest in shopping was greatly reduced. She hurriedly walked back sullenly, ignoring even Gabrielle's whispered words of comfort, so of course she didn't notice and followed her. Amosta from behind looked at her back with a slightly apologetic but determined look.

A sneeze——

Fleur was planning to return to the school's carriage, but at this moment, the wind and rain gradually intensified. Gabrielle, who was trying to follow her, suddenly sneezed. Then, she realized that Gabrielle's bangs had been soaked by the rain. Wetting, the thin and thin body was swaying slightly due to the cold wind soaking through it.

Gabrielle looked at her sister, and her pitiful eyes immediately touched the softness in Fleur's heart.

"All right--"

Fleur hugged Gabrielle's shoulders and looked around the shops on both sides.

"We can find a place to take shelter from the rain and have something to eat on the way -"

Fleur realized that it was lunch time and said that she didn't have much trouble finding the Three Broomsticks bar where many figures could be vaguely seen through the foggy windows.

Fleur pulled Gabrielle and walked carefully on the slippery floor, while Amosta also glanced at the bar through the window. However, at a glance, he frowned slightly and walked a little faster.

Touching Gabrielle's cold arm, Fleur felt even more worried. She quickly opened the door that was covered with mist, and pulled Gabrielle to go in and warm herself up. Then, she opened the door and stepped in. At the same moment, a black shadow rushed out from inside at a very fast speed. This reckless guy didn't look at the road at all. Before Furong could exclaim, she felt a hard part hit her nose, and then——

"oh!"

The stupefying pain made Fleur cry out in pain. A strong force overturned her balance, causing her to stumble backwards uncontrollably. She thought she would fall to the ground. However, he was caught off guard and ran into a solid chest!

Amosta blocked Fleur from falling backwards, and held Gabrielle, who was also staggering about to fall, with his hands. He stabilized the two sisters, and then he turned sideways and tilted his head to take a look at Fleur's body, which was obviously no longer there. His nose was big and normal, and then he sighed heavily,

"Potter, and Granger."

Looking at Harry at the bar, who was covering his forehead in shock, and Hermione who was also frightened as she hurried over,

"Today is not Hogsmeade's open day, isn't it? How did you show up here?"