On the morning of the first day of the new semester, almost all the male students understood what Professor McGonagall meant by yesterday's warning.

The lucky few of them, in the morning, rubbed their eyes wildly, suspecting that they were hallucinating.

The Beauxbatons Warriors, Fleur Delacour, who appeared in the Triwizard Tournament, actually showed up at their school today?

Have breakfast with them in an auditorium?

In the corner of the long table, Fleur cut the food on the silver plate with grace and precision with the dining knife, eating alone, ignoring the fiery gaze of these students, and leaving as if nothing had happened after the meal.

Only their endless reverie remained.

Did she change schools? That's the first thought of a lot of people.

It's all seven-year teaching, Beauxbatons can participate in the Warriors of the Goblet of Fire, she can't be repeated?

In fourth grade, she was already a graduate of Beauxbatons' seventh grade.

If it was just one person who said he saw her, it might be a hallucination, but it was unrealistic for a group to hallucinate, and more than one student swore that he had seen Fleur in the auditorium.

That means authenticity.

Although her signature long silver hair was coiled up and hidden in a white nurse's hat, her seductive, magical blue eyes were still so moving, and the white nurse's outfit set off her graceful figure and added a dignified temperament.

The two temperaments of charm and holiness are intertwined, and there is a kind of magic like poison.

She went to the auditorium very early today, but even so, a few boys saw it, which was enough to cause a sensation.

The message went viral.

It soon became clear to them that Fleur was working as a paramedic at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, taking care of those patients at the school hospital.

At lunchtime, at the Gryffindor table, Ron was chewing on a beef patty in his mouth, chattering as he cut the leg of the cow in front of him with a knife and fork in his hand.

"I wish I had a cold right now so she might have to take care of me. ”

"You might have to have a leg sawed off first. Hermione said sarcastically.

"If you can get it back, it's a good deal. Ron said unashamedly.

"Mrs. Weasley hears that, and may really want to break your leg first. ”

But the wishes are good.

It's just that to everyone's disappointment, she didn't show up at noon.

Because she seemed to know that it would cause a riot.

This is not the result she wants, she is just here as a "nurse".

Seeing the patient's painful moaning, my heart was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Although it was hard, she also seemed to truly understand that there are some things in the world that are painful and happy.

As for those fiery gazes, it may have been a process of boredom and enjoyment, but now it may be completely ignored.

"Mr. Moody, your injuries are probably fine. Fleur said formulaically.

At this moment, the smell of disinfectant water fills the room.

Moody was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin cup, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and his face covered with scars was no longer hideous, but pale and a little weak.

"After a period of rest, I can participate in the surgery. ”

It is said that the prosthetic leg is going to be broken, of course, it is more than that, but it is a blessing that it was not bitten

Fleur's gaze lingered on the medical notebook in front of her, recording it on it, as she said to Moody.

"Then it's a matter of surgery. Fleur nodded, and the quill she used for recording was casually inserted into her front pocket.

"Mr. Moody, what kind of prosthetic leg do you want to make? There are mahogany, applewood, walnut, rosewood, etc., and you used elm wood before, which is harder. ......" Fleur asked expertly as she stood in front of Moody's hospital bed.

"You look at it. Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently, closing his eyes.

"Then I'll still choose elm for comparison, it may be a little harder, but you'll get used to it, what do you think, sir? ”

"I'm a professional at catching dark wizards and evil creatures, and healing, as a doctor, you're a professional, and I don't like to meddle in areas that I'm not good at. Although it was a sign of trust, Moody's tone was a little anxious.

Maybe I've been lying in bed for a long time and I'm a little bored.

Now is the time when he is needed.

He coughed violently.

"I'm sorry. Moody said suddenly, sensing some impatience in the response.

"Nothing was too much trouble, this is what I should do. Fleur said politely, then turned around, ready to leave the room to plan the operation.

"It's not because of this. Moody stood up, leaning back against the head of the bed, staring at Fleur intensely, both with the normal eye and the magical eye that pierced everything.

Fleur didn't feel anything, she didn't commit a crime, and she didn't feel the panic of being sanctioned at all.

As for disgusting?

She's seen somehow many more disgusting things these days.

Her heart has been trained to be quite strong

"It's a question from before, I didn't even ......notice it as an Auror," Moody began to mention the Goblet of Fire.

"I don't remember, sir, if it's for this, it's better to apologize after my memory is restored. Fleur gracefully shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and left the room.

Sitting on a bench outside the room, she removed her other white gloves and rubbed her brow, lost in memories from her recent past.

It was the end of the holidays......

The sky was dark, and the clouds were tumbling like layers of marshmallows sprinkled with ink.

A group of sturdy rune horses lined up in an orderly manner, dragging carriages, waving their wings, flying in the sky, shuttling through the clouds, stepping through the air, showing a vigorous posture, and galloping towards England.

Most of the patients were asleep, in the carriage.

Because the rune horses fly quite smoothly in the air, this ensures their comfort and does not feel any bumps.

In the interior of the carriage, almost all the ornaments were taken away because they took up space, leaving only a chandelier for lighting.

A number of blue and white wide cloths were erected on an iron frame, and many compartments were separated for the hospital bed.

On the side near the fireplace, there is a small coffee table and two chairs.

After settling the last patient, Fleur covered her mouth, yawned slightly, and sat down on a round stool in front of the coffee table.

Madame Maxim had been sitting in a chair waiting for her at some point, and the headmaster of Fleur was so tall that he had to bend over and bend his legs to barely sit there.

On the round coffee table, the spout of a stoneware teapot is steaming, and the aroma of tea permeates the room through the spout.