"Fleur, are you alright?" Madame Maxim looked at her student with a concerned expression, her face seemed to be very bad, there was no blood, and her whole person seemed to be crumbling, as if she was going to fall at any moment.

"Are you sick?" she asked.

At the door of the carriage, Beauxbatons and his party were preparing to leave for the Triwizard Tournament award ceremony with their principal.

One of the competitors, Fleur Delacul, is prominently on the list.

"My sister's face hasn't been good since last night. Gabrielle added.

"I probably have a cold, it's fine. Fleur patted Gabrielle on the head and whispered.

"That's good. Madame Maxime still looked at Fleur with some suspicion, and then Fleur coughed a few times "coincidentally" before Lady Maxim was completely convinced.

Gabrielle looked at her sister with suspicion, her sister cared about her the most, if she knew she had a cold, she would definitely not have slept in the same bed with her last night, because it was likely to be infectious.

At this time, Fleur gave Gabrielle a proper look, and even if the little girl wanted to say something, she could only stop talking.

"By the way, Fleur, when the awards are presented, remember to stay away from them as much as possible, and if there is any emergency, hurry up and go back. Madame Maxim whispered in Fleur's ear.

"Yes, Madame Maxim. Fleur nodded, trying to hide her anomaly.

The Triwizard Tournament was scheduled for the evening ceremony, and the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the faint glow of gold and red was sprinkled on Hogwarts castles and all over the campus, looking peaceful and peaceful.

It is customary for all major ceremonies to be held after dinner, and today is no exception.

"Draco, your appetite seems to be good today?" Pansy said in surprise as she looked at Malfoy, who straightened up to get some food, threw it into her mouth, and chewed it.

"It's still very ordinary. Pansy frowned in confusion and shook her head, "It's a little more hearty than usual." She said.

"Maybe I have a good appetite today. Malfoy smiled, then continued to take the food from his plate.

"How's the final exam?" the boy asked, seemingly unconcerned.

"Not bad. Pansy tilted her head, leaned on the table, and replied weakly, "I can't ask you to help me review, you still have to busy your game, can you?"

"Let's work hard next semester. Malfoy sighed softly, and reluctantly placed the empty plate back on the long table in front of him.

"Draco, you're a little weird today. Pansy sensitively noticed Malfoy's anomaly, "I always feel like you're a little weird." The girl leaned closer, as if to examine him carefully to see something.

"I don't think second place is going to be as happy as first place, right?" Malfoy waved his hand, unobtrusively trying to change the subject.

"It's not for this reason, I think you must be hiding something from me, just like you used to. Pansy looked away, and seemed a little angry.

"Fourth grade is over, don't treat me like a kid anymore?" Pansy was a little sullen, and her face was a little crimson with anger from the inner complaining activity.

"It's such a little temper, and I won't feel it for a while. Malfoy's eyes condensed slightly, and his mind turned, and he glanced at the old man at the guest of honor.

Suddenly, Malfoy noticed that someone else was watching him.

It was Fleur Delacour, who was enjoying dinner elegantly with Madame Maxim at a long table set up for guests, her long silver hair was tied up in a low bun, looking simple and elegant.

The charming eyes glanced back and forth at the Slytherin table from time to time.

Malfoy felt his heart pound uncontrollably suddenly, not because of the ambiguity that people often imagined, but because of a faint helplessness about the uncertain future.

Malfoy didn't shy away from making eye contact with Fleur, who quickly and unnaturally removed his gaze.

After a short eye contact, he didn't get any other information, except for the oolong's "artificial respiration", the two did not have more intersections in the subsequent games, and both of them pretended that nothing had happened.

This may be the best way to deal with it, and everything else may only add to the embarrassment.

But no one will know what kind of unexpected plots the goddess of fate who loves pranks.

Professor Turney Ronalne, who was in the teacher's seat, was in a praying posture, and the whole person trembled with madness, even causing the whole long table to tremble, and Professor McGonagall looked displeased.

"Sybil, what are you doing again, it's time for dinner. Professor McGonagall frowned, tapped her finger on the long table, and asked in a slightly disgusted tone.

"There's going to be something big tonight!Minerva!" Professor Turnironie said, shaking his head and clasping his hands on his shoulders, in horror.

Her large glasses were now hanging crookedly on the bridge of her nose, her hair was more messy than ever, and it looked like she had not eaten at all, and she had lost her appetite from panic.

"What's the big deal, is it unknown, you say that at least six days a week, but not a single day is fulfilled, or do you think it's ominous for a plate to break, or a knife and fork to fall on the floor?" Professor McGonagall was so disgruntled that she couldn't even eat at a table with this woman.

"It's true this time, you have to trust me. Professor Turney Ronnie's hands folded together and she made an expectant look as she looked at the teachers around her, as if she were fighting for her supporters.

Snape gave her a cold look, and then his dark gaze fell on the bowl of broth in front of him, which seemed to be much more interesting to observe than to listen to Tenillawney's alarmist words.

"Oh, so it's all fake. Professor McGonagall said coldly.

"Oh hehe. There was a burst of merry laughter at the long table, and Flitwick, Sprout, and the other professors couldn't hold back their laughter.

Professor Turney was not embarrassed in the slightest, and continued to whisper some prayers over and over again.

The quaint bell rang in a deep voice, and at this time all the students and staff had finished their meals, and the food on the plates disappeared in an instant.

Dinner is over.