The reason why Siwen was able to appear so quickly after Hermione's accident was only because it was a divine thought, a doppelganger, that was lodged on Hermione's silver butterfly wing hair ornament.

At this time, the Western language was still in Beauxbatons, in the antique Beauxbatons Tower, a place built by Nicola May for distinguished guests.

Similar to the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Tower will turn into a different type of living area depending on the person's preference when outsiders enter.

Stare at......

Stare at......

Stare at......

Looking at the hibiscus in front of him, and the emptiness on the plate that was cleaner than washing, Xiwen was a little stunned.

"You seem to have just gotten a little distracted, Sivin. Fleur seemed to be concerned, "When are we going to start eating?"

The face of the girl in front of her is an angelic pure and warm smile, and there is a charm in the clear and clean eyes that makes people hug and protect her tightly.

The corners of Xiwen's mouth twitched, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his facial muscles twitched, looking at the girl's innocent cute red lips and the crème brûl's residue sticking to it.

As a smart man, Xiwen silently got up and prepared the so-called uneaten dinner for the girl.

His right hand slashed out spatial fluctuations in front of him, and the magic summoned a whole set of kitchen utensils and cutlery in the void: "Come out! Treasure to the people! Even Artoria Pendragon will dump the kitchen god suit." ”

Miss Fleur Delacour sat at the table and watched the dishes come out as the ingredients were prepared in the West, pleasing to the eye and at the same time enticing the aroma.

"I'm hungry. Xiwen prepared a whole table of tableware and feast for the girl, watching the girl open her bow left and right, happy look, Xiwen seemed to feel that the guilt in his heart was slightly reduced, but soon like a tsunami, it swallowed him again.

He hadn't come out of his guilt since two epochs ago, after he learned the true cause of death in the first epoch she had met.

"It's so full, woo......" The girl was obviously a little bit fed, and she clutched her stomach and squirmed in her chair.

Xiwen felt angry and funny, this guy is still like this, every time he eats hard, he doesn't refuse to come, and then he holds his stomach and feels uncomfortable.

After gobbling up, Fleur turned into the appearance of the elegant and heroic Beauxbatons first, and there was still a slight bulging lower abdomen that ruined the atmosphere.

The girl leaning on the sofa shook her long silver hair weakly, and her blue eyes looked at the ceiling unfocused.

Her memories are actually not as much as Xi Wen imagined, and she is now incomplete even the memories of the first era of the two people, but it is unforgettable enough.

For her, the story of the ups and downs of the legend was just a dream of a girl named Fleur Delacour, in which she spent the most turbulent times with him.

"Pretty high heels," Siwen looked at the Busselbatons girl's standard shoes scattered on the ground, and put them away.

Fleur just lazily held her belly bulged by the food, and flipped it on the sofa like a big white flesh worm, signaling the old lady to know.

Xiwen looked at the lazy beautiful girl, who had already walked to the door and was about to leave, Xiwen looked at the gratitude in the girl's eyes, his heart was warm, and he couldn't help but admonish.

"Fleur, next time, steal dinner, don't forget to wipe the corners of your mouth. ”

This is a little embarrassing, the girl's smile stiffened on her face, at first a little pale, quickly engorged and reddened, her pink face was a little angry, looking at the door that had been closed, she could only let out an unanswered angry snort.

The expression on Xiwen's face standing at the door was not so relaxed, the sentence he just said, the sentence that praised the high heels was not to tease the girl, it was a code word.

In the Third Age, Xiwen met her again in an extremely lucky situation, when in an extremely dangerous ancient ruin, Xiwen met the archaeological girl.

A girl, a powerless girl in high heels, twisted her feet to explore the dangerous monuments.

After that time, the girl's anger against high heels has reached Max, and she is crazy about the occasion of wearing high heels.

But this time, when Xiwen brought it up, the girl obviously didn't react, if it was the Third Age, the girl would at least take out a 40-meter-long knife and cut people without saying a word.

At Hogwarts, Siwen was also preparing dinner, and after accidentally exposing the dinner he was preparing for Hermione to Charlotte, the lady with the cheeks of epic leather made Siwen her chef.

"Why did you instruct Siwen to cook for you!" was the indignant Hermione Granger.

"And you. Hermione glared at Siwen angrily, looking angry at his misfortune and lamenting his indisputability, "She commanded you to run over to you, how many times have you done it so obediently, why are you so skilled!"

Xiwen feels that it is better for him to be dead, it is simply fatal to be sandwiched between this mother and daughter, one is Langyuan strange, the other is beautiful jade and flawless, well, the temper is as hard as a stone. It's still my hibiscus, it's light and easy to push down, and it's delicious.

"You seem to be thinking about something rude. "The girl's sixth sense is simply sharp and terrifying, Sivin looked at little Hermione, could it be that she still has Yuri's blood?

Think about the day in the future, Hermione walked up to Sivin and shouted, "I'm bald, and I'm getting stronger." He snorted and couldn't hold back his laughter.

He was next to Hermione's messy cloak, and the little pink punched Sivin, and with the girl's angry appearance, he was like a kitten who was amused.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Charlotte got up to open the door, only to see Ron, who was panting and running and his already red face was even more ruddy, standing at the door.

Ron wiped the beads of sweat from his dreadlock-soaked red hair, and he gasped breathlessly, "Hurry, something's wrong, someone's dead, Harry is surrounded there now." ”

By the time Siwen and the others arrived, the students had just been evacuated, leaving only the House professors and Professor Dumbledore standing. And in the middle is the victim......

Seeing the image in front of her, Hermione suddenly grabbed Siwen's hand, and the trembling hand gradually calmed down.

Xiwen walked slowly to the scene, a huge permafrost ice crystal, frozen with the power of the law, among the ice crystals, is Xiwen's friend, Senior Sister Shimizu, Penelope Qingshui.

The water inside the permafrost ice crystals, the clothes were torn, and the blood flowing from the scars had seeped into the ice crystals.

On the pale face inside the ice crystals, only stunned and shocked remained.

Xiwen gently put his hand on the ice crystal, feeling the almost non-existent breath of life of Senior Sister Qing Shui.