The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"De Lin, what are you doing?" Fleur's English accent had a French accent.

Her words of greeting were also very interesting. She said "what-you-doing", which reminded Lind of Joey in "Friends". When flirting with girls, she said "how-you-doing", which made her very familiar.

"Hello, Fleur." Linde responded with a smile.

"Every time I come to see you, you seem to be sitting here alone in a daze? It's great not to have to go to class, you are free."

"I really have nothing to do. Sometimes I take a break, for hours, days, or millennia. During this time I do nothing."

"Are you kidding again." Fleur wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, just a few small expressions showing a hundred thousand youthful vitality.

This little girl is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. If you only have a brief contact with her, you will probably think that Furong's eyes are higher than the top of her head, she goes her own way, and she is an arrogant girl.

In fact, after getting along with her, I found that she is simple in doing things, straightforward in speaking, and has a temperament that dares to love and hate. Anyone who spends time with her for a long time will be fascinated by her.

After her invitation to the dance was rejected, Furong approached Linde as soon as possible after class every day, with a very unyielding attitude.

"Do you want to dance with me today?"

"Well, let me think about it." Linde pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't want to."

When Furong heard these words, she suddenly took another half step forward. She always stood very close and aggressive, but now she was almost face to face, and her beautiful appearance occupied most of the field of view.

The mixed-blood Veela was just about to say something when she suddenly noticed something unusual about Linde's body.

"You, you seem to have no pores? How do you usually maintain your skin?"

"Natural beauty, and Dabao SOD honey."

Linde raised his hand to hold her forehead, and then gently pushed her away. Furong showed a toothy smile, and her eyebrows curved into crescent arcs when she smiled.

The French girl asked excitedly and cunningly: "Are you afraid? That's why you pushed me away?"

"Afraid? Am I afraid of liking you? A tricky question, kid. But you asked the wrong person. I already have a lover."

Linde happily took out his cell phone and showed Fleur a photo of Millicent. The red-haired swordswoman was tall and delicate, wearing a magician's dark blue robe. She was still a little uncomfortable facing the camera, and raised her hand to gently stroke her hair.

Fleur leaned next to Lind and looked at Millicent's photo. It is said that peach blossoms complement each other's face. Her face looked like a piece of plain agar in the sunlight, and her long silver hair looked like snow falling under the eaves.

Linde looked at Furong expectantly, waiting for her to say a few words of praise.

"It's her. Well... who is more beautiful, me or her?"

"She." Linde rolled his eyes at Furong, a guy with no taste.

"De Lin, would you like to dance with me? It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. Anyway, I am only looking for you as my dance partner."

Fleur crossed her fingers with a pitiful look, but her eyes were so cunning that Lind could clearly feel her confidence, as if she had convinced him.

"If I don't agree, you will keep pestering me until the day of the Christmas dance. If you still can't find a dance partner, you will go on stage alone. Maybe Ms. Maxim will force a classmate into her. If you don't agree, In the end, you really dance alone, proving that you are indeed a person who does what you say, and I am the idiot who doesn't understand the style. Is this your plan? "

"You are so smart!" Fleur praised coquettishly, her eyes sparkling, "You are so smart. You can guess this. Are you a prophet?"

Linde cheered up, "I am the chief prophet of Hogwarts."

He changed the topic, "But pretending to be pitiful is of no use to an old man like me who has his own heart. You can find another dance partner at Hogwarts. With your charm, no one can bear to refuse. . Like the boy who is your dance partner can circle around the Black Lake."

"Don't always call me kid. You have only graduated a year ago. Are you nineteen years old this year?" Fleur was very concerned. Although women like to be praised for their young age, they are not children. They must be eighteen years old.

Because this age is their most youthful, radiant, ignorant and childish period, they are both like women and children, that is, they are more feminine than women.

"Me?" Linde shook his head and laughed, "Even if you are so old that you can only use crutches and sit in a wheelchair, you are still a child in my opinion."

"That's because you're two years older than me!"

"So you'll be a kid with me all your life."

Furong was defeated. Before she left, she made a fierce expression of gnashing her teeth at Linde. This was a fierce threat, but in the blink of an eye she burst into laughter again, with bright eyes, waved goodbye and ran away in bounds.

She probably didn't want to appear so happy and comfortable. As the bottom of the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur was under a lot of pressure from doubts, and her studies at Hogwarts were not easy either. But she didn't intend to show these unhappiness in front of others.

"What a good girl." Linde looked at her back and nodded in praise.

Days passed, and in the season when the winter snow fell, the buildings of Hogwarts were as warm as spring. The students discussed the dance in the tense spare time, and the enthusiasm of the young people was like slightly hot coals.

"Hermine Granger." Krum stopped Hermione. His pronunciation was very strange, and foreign guests always spoke with a strange accent.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want to ask you, are you willing to be my dance partner?"

Hermione was startled, raised her hand to cover her ugly front teeth, and asked hesitantly: "Why? No, I mean... why? You can find someone else. Many people are willing to be with you. You are in Huo There’s a star club in Gwarts.”

"You're very good." Krum no longer had the agility he had on the field. He was clumsy and could only grin. "You're very good, very smart, and you're very nice."

This straight man only knew how to deal good guys with one move. Hermione's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and she stared at Krum for a while with bright eyes.

He didn't know what those eyes were saying, until Hermione hummed quietly, and he suddenly felt filled with joy, "Then it's settled! Okay?"

"OK."

In those days, the entire page of the Daily Prophet was filled with news about the Triwizard Tournament. The magic world is very small, and there are usually only some petty and trivial times. Therefore, large-scale events such as the Goblet of Fire have become popular, and any relevant and irrelevant gossip can be reported.

The scandal between Harry and Hermione spread widely, and this matter between boys and girls was used as a talking point by the spectators. It used to be okay, but since Harry thought about inviting Hermione, he has become a little uneasy.

Most of the brothers who shared the same bed had found their dance partners. Neville, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, found Ginny Weasley, and even he had made arrangements. In the end, only Ron and Harry were left together.

"I said, have you thought about it?" Ron asked.

"I plan to find Hermione." Harry still made up his mind.

But after he told Hermione his request, he received another unexpected news.

"No, I have already promised someone else." Hermione smiled with blushing cheeks, and Harry noticed that her front teeth seemed smaller than usual and looked very neat.

"who is it?"

"Don't worry about it." Hermione wrinkled her nose and turned away.

Harry suddenly felt that all his internal organs had been taken away, and he became empty. (End of chapter)