"Are French girls so open?!"

Evan looked at Gabrielle, who was getting closer and closer to him, and ducked back as much as he could. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His heart was pounding, and in front of him, the girl showed a cute smile, and there were white milk stains on the corners of her mouth, which exuded a sweet smell.

She's going to kiss herself!!

Evan could feel Gabrielle's snort squirting warmly into his face.

He thought about what he had done with Hermione in Diagon Alley on Christmas Day, and that was the same at the time, the strange feeling of a girl......

"Meow!" Evan cried weakly, almost gasping.

The boy's wheezing, no, the soft cry of a kitten.

At such times, this weak approach not only does not stop the other party, but can arouse the girl's interest even more and play a negative role.

Evan was now almost suffocating, his brain had stopped.

The only reason left told him that something had to be done to stop Gabrielle.

She thought she was kissing a cat, but she wasn't a cat!

But deep down there is an urge not to do anything, anyway, I am a cat now, no matter what happens, no one will find out.

Besides, this matter is the initiative of the other party!

"Meow!"

While Evan was still hesitating, Gabrielle's cold lips were already imprinted on Evan 's face.

The beating heart fell silent in an instant, but the body tensed violently.

The girl's lips were cold and soft, like the swaying moonlight.

Gabrielle kissed Evan gently, and rubbed his face by the way, and in Avan's trembling, the white milk stains on the corners of her mouth all rubbed against him.

I have to admit that the picture in front of me is very beautiful.

A little girl with long blond hair and a face as cute as an angel, and she is holding a black kitten in her arms, which is also extremely cute in a sense.

Gabrielle's little face rubbed against Aven, unfinished.

Immediately, she lifted him up again, as if trying to kiss him on the lips.

Al looked at each other pitifully, watching Gabrielle's cute little mouth approach him again.

He gasped, feeling like he couldn't stand the thrill.

If it goes on like this, he is afraid......

Evan blinked, and just as Gabrielle's small mouth was about to touch hers, her pure black claws subconsciously raised.

With a snap, it gently pressed into the girl's face.

"Meow!" Caught off guard, Evan took advantage of his strength to rush out.

He jumped on the windowsill not far away, ignored the other party's shouts behind him, calmed his breath, and jumped out lightly without looking back.

By the time Evan returned to his room, Sirius had already returned.

"Well, how does Beauxbatons feel to you?" Sirius said, "it has one of the most beautiful campuses in all of Europe, and there are many species of plants in the nearby woods, and more than 300 kinds of magical creatures live. If Hagrid could come, he would love it. ”

"Very beautiful indeed!" muttered Aven.

He touched the right side of his face, which seemed to be stained with Gabrielle's milk.

"In addition to the beautiful campus environment, France is also rich in beautiful women!" Sirius looked at the red-faced Aven, and realized, "I have to admit that the girls here are all very cute." I just saw one in Madame Maxime, and she definitely has a baby bloodline, if I were ten years younger......"

Sirius had just seen Fleur, where he heard him repeatedly hint at himself.

Evan actually wanted to tell him that he had just had a close encounter with the other party's sister.

It's better not to say this kind of thing, if Hermione knows about it......

They chatted for a while before leaving for the welcome dinner.

Beauxbatons had clearly prepared for this banquet tonight.

The already glittering auditorium is even more dazzling, with the school emblem, curtains and decorations on the walls all renewed.

Countless candles emitting a golden glow float in the air, and it looks spectacular.

Directly above the auditorium is a circular marble dome.

It doesn't directly reflect the weather outside like Hogwarts, but instead paints a beautiful mural with blue as the main tone, and the clouds are fluttering, as if it were heaven.

Evan didn't know what the mural looked like originally, as almost the entire school of ghosts, portraits, and mural figures and animals were huddled there, staring at Sirius and Evan who had just entered the auditorium.

Like them, are the Beauxbatons students.

Dressed in the latest school uniforms and robes, they sat at different long tables according to their age, and Evan saw nearly a thousand pairs of eyes looking at him, with inquiry and curiosity in their eyes.

No one spoke, and the Beauxbatons management system seemed to be very strict.

If people from other schools had come to the dinner at Hogwarts, the young wizards would have been talking about it a long time ago.

Those who are brave should invite visitors directly to their long table to take a seat.

But here it was quite different, and the Beauxbatons students all tried to restrain themselves.

The students nodded politely as Sirius walked by, but Evan noticed that they weren't so polite when they looked at him.

He ignored the provocation in the boys' eyes.

He also pretended not to see the fiery gaze of individual girls.

In general, Beauxbatons' young wizards are not very friendly to Aven, and they don't know where their sense of superiority comes from, except for curiosity.

These emotions are also undisguised and clearly written on the face.

As one of the three major schools of magic and wizardry in Europe, the young wizards all think that their school is the best, but because of Dumbledore, Hogwarts has far surpassed the other two schools of witchcraft and wizardry in recent decades, but it is much more powerful and famous.

In this case, he naturally won't have a good face for Ai Wen on the bright side, and many people want to try with him to see who is better.

However, Evan didn't bother with such a boring thing at all.

He looked around and noticed that Gabrielle was sitting in her first-year seat, and she was raising her neck to look at herself, and he turned around and waved.

The girl smiled and waved to herself.

If she knew that the black cat she had kissed not long ago was Aven, she wondered if she would have been so calm.

At the front of the guest of honor, Dumbledore sat in the middle of the seat.

To his left, sits an old man with a beard longer than his, very striking.

He was none other than the alchemist Nicol Lemay, who was very old but in good spirits, wearing a beautiful golden wizard's robe.

He was talking to Dumbledore, playing with strange magic items in his hands.

Considering the identity of the other party, Evan wondered if the dress was made of pure gold.

Anyway, there is no shortage of gold in Lemay, and for alchemists who can change the substance itself, gold is a precious metal as ordinary as the stones on the side of the road. (To be continued.) )