Section I

Walk through a variety of tents and crowds to the heart of the camp. There are all kinds of large tents standing here, and most of them are magic schools where students come together to watch the competition. Many of the tents are exaggerated, with a few of them resembling shrunken Hogwarts castles.

Among the many tents, Beauxbatons' camp is distinctive—a simple and elegant tent, all of which seem to be made of pale blue silk and adorned with vines of various flowers, which shimmer warmly in the sun. In a clearing in front of the camp stood two not-so-low white marble pillars, with a banner hanging between the intricate carvings at the tops, and enchanted words floated slowly on the water: "Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." Young boys and girls came and went from the tent from time to time, dressed in uniform and elaborate costumes, and spoke and behaved with a unique haughty and confident temperament.

"Looks like we've arrived." Sauron whispered in Fleur's ear and waved the slender tail behind him - Sauron was a very small black dragon at this time, lying lazily on the girl's shoulder, and as for Forbertol, who had always occupied this position, he was sent by Sauron to inspect the camp very unjustly.

"I say, dear, do you really want to go to Madame Maxim like this?" The girl lifted his tail and lifted it to herself, saying, "I think you're doing it too much." ”

Sauron was quite helpless at the girl's obvious damage to his image as a demon lord, and after flapping his wings a few times to protest to no avail, he instantly turned into a black fire and dissipated from the girl's hand, and then returned to her shoulder again, and said lazily, "Well, believe me, this is necessary. ”

Sauron did this out of his concerns, after all, Madame Maxim was the headmaster of one of the three largest schools of magic and magic in Europe, and she would not be unaware of Sauron's identity, and in a small way, she and Sauron represented different schools of magic; In the big picture, they are in different political camps. Until he knew Madame Maxim's attitude towards him, Sauron was always cautious, and if she was disgusted or even hostile to him, an abrupt meeting with her would lead to unnecessary trouble—although Sauron himself did not care about the hostility of others, he did not want the girl to be caught in the middle.

However, the previously intelligent girl did not seem to understand Sauron's good intentions this time, and she glanced at Sauron on her shoulder, and let out an incomplacent laugh.

In this way, Sauron stood quietly on the girl's shoulder, and as she entered the camp at Beauxbatons, the girl was dressed in wizard's robes today, and her dress was very different from that of the students around her. When Beauxbatons' students set their eyes on the girl, she was quickly recognized.

"Fleur, you've arrived." A maroon-haired girl ran over and greeted her affectionately, "How's the holiday going, dear." ”

"Not bad, Jeanne." Fleur smiled and said, "How are you doing, you look more charming." ”

"Oh, forget it." The girl named Jeanne said with some frustration, "I was training all holiday and hell, I should have been going out on a trip with my boyfriend instead of staying at school and practicing spellcasting endlessly." ”

Jeanne spoke quickly, much to Sauron, much like Hermione, until she complained about her bad holiday life and noticed Sauron on the girl's shoulder.

"What is this, Fleur?" She said in surprise, looking at Sauron, half nervous and half excited, "A dragon, where did you get it?" ”

"Hmm, he?" The girl turned her head to look at Sauron, and said with a playful smile, "My little pet was picked up by the river, and he has been with me ever since. ”

Jeanne was surprised, but she didn't pay much attention to the girl's unclear words, after all, not everyone had the same deep understanding and fanatical obsession with dragons as Hagrid and Charlie. She just stared at Sauron curiously, as if considering whether to touch him, but hesitated but didn't reach out.

"Does he have a name?" Jeanne looked at the girl, "I mean, what do you call him?" ”

"I call him Sauron." The girl said, stroking Sauron's wings with her hand as she spoke, but Sauron buried his head under his wings and curled up in a ball.

"Sauron." Jeanne muttered, she was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, isn't that boyfriend of yours also named Sauron?" My dear Fleur, you actually gave your pet your boyfriend's name. ”

"yes." Fleur said with a meaningful smile, she looked sideways at the black dragon on her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "I guess he won't have an opinion." ”

The black dragon ignored her, curled his tail under his wings in anger, and then lay motionless on her shoulder.

The maiden did not talk to Jeanne for long, after all, her main purpose for the day was to meet Madame Maxime, and when the headmaster was in the middle of the camp, in a rather ornate looking tent, she took her leave of her friend and went straight to the tent.

At this time, the girl was a little nervous, which Sauron could sense even without mind reading, and lying on her shoulder, Sauron could clearly feel that her breathing was a little chaotic. It was not surprising to Sauron that Madame Maxime was not only the headmaster of Fleur, but also the mentor of the maiden, and had always valued her. According to Fleur, Madame Maxime poured enough effort into her to make the other students jealous, and the reason why most of them did not express their dissatisfaction was because the progress made by the young girl was indeed worthy of the cultivation of Madame Principal, if not surpassed.

The girl has great respect for the headmaster who nurtured her, and she has been working hard to train herself as the princess of Beauxbatons, using her strength enough to be proud of her peers to win glory for the school and her headmaster. Until she and Sauron both fell in love, she had never given any reason to refuse a training arranged by the Headmaster, especially before an important event like the Triwizard Tournament.

"Don't worry, dear." Sauron comforted her thoughtfully, saying, "She'll understand you, and I'm sure your current strength won't let her down." ”

"I hope so." The girl snorted, as if she did not appreciate it, and stood in front of the tent's curtain adorned with silver vines, and tapped her wand lightly, and a sound like a wind chime rang, and then a female voice came from the curtain: "Please come in." ”

The space in the tent was staggeringly large, and it was an elaborately decorated office-like room that was not even comparable to Dumbledore's Headmaster at Hogwarts from an aesthetic point of view. The tone of the room is a plain lilac, and the walls are also painted with vine-like dark gold lines, reflecting a low sheen under the light of the beautiful crystal lamps on the roof, and with the other delicate utensils in the room, it looks like there is a sense of understated luxury, and Sauron can sense the subtle magic fluctuations in those lines, and it is clear that these lines have a special effect.

Directly opposite the door was a tall and wide mahogany table, and behind that table, a rather tall lady was sitting in a chair, quietly looking at Fleur with a smile on her face.

"Oh, my dear Fleur." She smiled and said, her tone filled with sincere joy and concern, "I'm so happy to see you, my good girl." ”

"Hello, Madame Maxim." Fleur said politely and affectionately, "It makes me happy to see you too. ”

Madame Maxim stood up and stepped out from behind her desk, her height now more pronounced, and in Sauron's impression that only Hagrid was of comparable size to her, which convinced him of the information he had received that Madame Maxim had the blood of a giant, just like Hagrid.

She walked up to Fleur and kindly pulled the girl to sit on the sofa beside her, and then she snapped her fingers, and a coffee table with drinks and snacks appeared in front of them.

"How's it going, my good girl, having a good holiday?" Madame Maxim said pleasantly, "You know, your little sisters have complained about me for their holiday training. ”

"The holidays were okay." Fleur said, picking up the teacup on the table and taking a sip, the tea, honey and faint milk flavors mingling together, the pleasant fragrance made her enjoy the hum, and then, she continued, "I've been worried about some nasty guy for a long time, but luckily the end result is not bad." ”

"Oh." Madame Maxim smiled playfully, and looked at the girl meaningfully, "Shall I say congratulations, girl?" You know, I've been hiding it from your parents and telling them that you're in a training camp. Madame Maxim paused and asked, "Why, he didn't come with you?" ”

At this time, Sauron realized that there was something wrong even if he was slow to react, and from the attitude of the two after Flim and Madame Maxim met, Sauron felt a little surprised, after all, one is a student and the other is the principal, even if Maxim values the girl, the relationship between the two of them is too close. And when Sauron heard that Madame Maxim knew that the girl was dating him again, and that she was helping her hide it from her parents, Sauron knew that things had gone far beyond his own estimates.

Sure enough, before Sauron could react, he was once again carried by the girl by the tail and placed in front of Madame Maxim, only to hear the girl smile in a slightly meaningful tone: "He came, but out of some inexplicable worry, he had to become like this." ”

Madame Maxim was amazed, she looked at the little black dragon that was held in the girl's hand, and said in a tone of amazement: "What a surprising skill, worthy of the youngest demigod in the legend." ”

Sauron couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that the other party knew everything he should know, and the only one who was kept in the dark at the moment was himself, so he simply burned into a black fire, and then turned into a human form and stood in front of Madame Maxim and the girl.

"Hello, Madame Maxim, I'm Sauron Potter, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Sauron made a wizarding salute and said respectfully, he looked at her, then at the smiling girl, and said with some self-deprecation, "It seems that she really has no reservations about you." ”

"Hehe, what's the matter, the little girl didn't tell you about my relationship with her." Madame Maxim said mildly.

Sauron smiled bitterly and shook his head, which made the girl next to him laugh even more happily.

"I'll just say, you're worried about it." "Although few people know," said the maiden, "it is true," and she took Madame Maxim's arm affectionately, and said word for word, "Madame Maxim, she is a close friend of my parents, and my godmother and my sister." ”

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Uh, well, this reality is really full of blood!