The days that followed were as normal as usual, with the students taking boring and exciting classes while the Warriors waited for their first project to arrive.

It is worth mentioning that during Pansy's first Defence Against the Dark Arts class after her return, Professor Moody and her nearly got into a confrontation, as the "sensitive" Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher thought that Pansy's walking posture was a deliberate imitation of him, mocking his lame leg.

Thankfully, Malfoy was quick to explain why.

After the "misunderstanding" was cleared up, Moody said: "Dark wizards don't care if you are fighting with injuries, they are not gentlemen, I hope this young lady can keep going to class and not miss because of her injury." ”

"Of course, this is your own choice, after all, it is normal to ask for leave if you have physical problems, not to mention that you are still a girl. Moody coughed lightly, as if Pansy was thinking about an opportunity.

"What's wrong with the girls?" said Pansy angrily.

So Pansy decided to stick with it, trying not to get special treatment, fighting against certain spells, and not demanding a lot of physical health, after all, it was not her own leg that was wielding her wand.

"Not bad willpower, there is a lot to be done in the future. Moody then said appreciatively, then winked at Malfoy out of Pansy's sight, looking at the shape of his mouth, as if he was saying something like "girlfriend."

Malfoy only thinks that this guy may have been in Azkaban for a long time, and his psychology has become depressed and distorted under strong pressure, and he has to imitate an already neurotic Auror at Hogwarts, so he will take advantage of this time to vent his original emotions unscrupulously.

In addition, while the man was lecturing, he dragged his waste leg from time to time, kept walking around Malfoy's desk, and then "unintentionally" used his cane to leave some marks on Malfoy's desk.

If you look closely, you can see that the scratches embedded in the wooden table make up the spelling of the word "fire dragon".

Day after day, time flies.

One afternoon, the low bell of Hogwarts rang as usual, and Professor McGonagall, after assigning her transfiguration homework, announced the end of class, and many students streamed out of the classroom.

As Malfoy and Pansy were about to step out of the threshold, a female voice like a silver bell suddenly came from outside the door.

"I have something to say to you, as a Beauxbatons Warrior. Fleur stretched out her wand and stood in front of the two of them, and said to Malfoy.

She didn't wear anything special today, just Beauxbatons's usual school uniform, even so, the delicate silk woven clothes, knitted blue collar, and a fitting light blue canvas hat still set off Fleur's elegant and calm temperament, coupled with her light smile, it was enough to make people linger.

"I'm going too. Pansy said quickly.

"It's a discussion among the warriors. Fleur immediately refuses Pansy's request.

"I'll be back soon, just wait for me in the classroom, I promise. Malfoy felt that Fleur's offer was serious and decided to go to the appointment, so he said to Pansy.

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"Seeing how relaxed you are, you must already know how to deal with it, right?" Fleur asked first.

"I don't deny it. Malfoy nodded slightly. "Do you want to ask for information?" he asked. At the same time, he stopped his steps.

At this time, the two of them had come to the lake, walking slowly around the lake, because it was lunchtime, so there was no one around, it seemed very quiet, the only movement was the unknown bird in the center of the lake that occasionally skipped the surface of the lake, in the calm lake set off a wave on the calm lake, and the ripples spread outward in a circle.

"Of course not, I'm just trying to give some clues to someone who may not know, but it's clear that the hosts of the information that the guests know must also know, and you can now assume that I am self-inflicted. Fleur said helplessly at this time.

"Thank you for your kindness. Malfoy didn't know what to say, at least for now, the girl had been courting him, and it seemed like she would reveal it to herself if she didn't know what the game was about.

"I don't know if I'll make it back alive. Fleur sighed, her mood suddenly lowered, "Madame Maxim wants me to win so much, and I want to win too, but I don't have confidence. In the face of life and death, she suddenly revealed her vulnerable side at this time.

"Who wants to lose?" Malfoy asked rhetorically.

"yes, no one wants to lose. "It's just that she's desperate to beat Hogwarts once in this match, and according to the history of the Goblet of Fire, Hogwarts and Beauxbatons are 62-63, and we're slightly inferior, as long as we win this time, we'll be equalized."

"At this rate, Durmstrang should not have won once, and it will take at least three hundred years to catch up again. Malfoy could only comfort her from that angle.

Hearing this, Fleur suddenly laughed out loud, the haze between her brows was swept away, under the delicate face, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her blue eyes narrowed slightly because of her smile, and she looked bright for a while, but this bright smile was quickly retracted by her.

"I didn't pay attention to Durmstrang's results, and it's pathetic to think about them. Fleur tried not to let herself appear gloating, because according to this calculation, the seven-hundred-year-old Triwizard Tournament, counting the points of the two schools, Durmstrang really did not win once.

"But even so......" Fleur sighed again, her low frown particularly pitiful, "and now even we have to admit that Hogwarts has been quite quick with Dumbledore's development, and our Headmaster wants to use this game to bring your Headmaster off the altar." ”

"Competitive women are terrible. Malfoy said.

"He's just an ordinary old man, not a god, so how can he come to the altar?" he shook his head.

"Hoping to undermine his popularity in this way, it is better to ask Rita Skeeter to write the book "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" in advance, maybe it will have an immediate effect. It's just that Malfoy kept this sentence in his heart.

"Don't worry, Hogwarts is well protected, you have to trust your own strength. Malfoy could only reassure him that this might be the only thing he could do now.

"I wish you good results!" said Fleur heartily, and couldn't help but smile a little, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

In this school, either the boys who covet her beauty or the girls who are jealous of her, such an ordinary conversation makes her very relaxed.

Maybe the two of them can start as friends first?

Fleur's mind wandered a little, and then something suddenly came to mind.

"By the way, have you read the newspaper?" Fleur asked suddenly, her face flushing slightly.

"What newspaper?" Malfoy was a little strange.

"Oh, nothing, goodbye. The look on Fleur's face suddenly turned cold, and then immediately turned around and walked away quickly.

"It's hard to guess. Malfoy shook his head, not knowing what had offended her.

"I think it's going to be cold on race day. As Fleur's back was about to disappear in his sight, Malfoy suddenly whispered.

The girl's slender back froze for a moment, and then continued to walk forward without looking back.