Beauxbatons' auditorium table was already full of French delicacies, and Owen, who was not the slightest polite, grabbed an unknown piece of gorgeous cake and put it in his mouth, just like he did at Hogwarts.

Hermione didn't know why Owen was so calm.

She sat upright in her chair, her round eyes constantly looking around.

It's not just the ornate décor of the auditorium.

She was even more observant of the wizards of Beauxbatons.

Ever since Hermione walked into the ornate auditorium, the hazy beauty of the road had vanished in an instant.

Eyes from all directions fell on her, and the eyes that contained malice made Hermione feel like pins and needles, like a thorn in her back, like a fish in her throat.

This reminded her of a few months ago, when the four major houses were at their most tense, and once again she had gotten up early in the morning to go to the Great Hall for breakfast, and that day there was no one at the Gryffindor long table, and there were a dozen third- and fourth-year wizards sitting on Slytherin's side.

At that time, they also looked at themselves with such eyes.

Well-what happened later?

afterward

Later, she taught the group a lesson, and after that, Slytherin wizards below the fourth year didn't come to trouble her.

"Eat! If you don't eat it, it'll be cold! Owen continued to beckon, but Hermione sat motionless.

Eat, eat, eat, you big-headed ghost! Eat!

Don't you see Beauxbatons' little wizard's eyes that want to eat you?

Why is this guy so big-hearted?

Anyway, it's all in other schools, and it's no better than at Hogwarts.

"Hey! You're not welcome here! As Hermione was in prison, a stern voice suddenly sounded behind her. (French)

It was a boy, tall and handsome, with pale blonde hair that was close to the ears. The eyes are haughty.

What's more, the magic robes on his body are slightly different from those of other young wizards, with blue robes with gold trim tattooed on the edges.

At first glance, it is a prefect or a student council president or something like that.

"That." Hermione was about to get up and explain.

But Owen's voice had already arrived, "Beauxbatons opened it?" If you don't welcome me, I'll have to go? How old are you? ”

"I'm the president of the boys' student council." The boy looked at Owen with a gloomy face, his eyes cold.

He wasn't there the last time Owen made a big fuss at Beauxbatons, and he was in the library preparing for the second half of the Ministry of Magic's Auror exam.

Regarding that battle, he was just hearsay, not immersive, so his attitude towards Owen was only a little wary, and it did not reach the level of fear.

Of course, there are other reasons for his hatred of Owen, and everyone can guess it

And now, there's one more.

Because just now, when Hermione was about to get up and explain, he was able to notice the girl next to him who had amazing beauty.

She wore a lilac-like lilac dress, a white veil around her swan-like neck, long brown hair in a ponytail, and a pair of clear, star-twinkling brown eyes between her eyebrows.

The girl has a reserved smile on her face, and although she is not as beautiful as Fleur, she can still be compared.

"Well, why can you, the president of Beauxbatons' student council, control my Hogwarts wizards? Besides, I'm a guest of your headmaster. ”

Owen buried himself in his meal, and then waited for a long time without replying.

"Huh?"

He looked up in confusion and glanced at the student council president again.

In an instant, countless schemes emerged from the bottom of his heart.

It's you! Miss Granger, it's fascinating!

"You're coming back to your senses!" Owen snapped his fingers, smiling at the half-body figure who had fallen for Hermione's charm.

"My Gryffindor lion is not something you can provoke."

“？” Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes stared at Owen dangerously.

You're scolding me, aren't you?

I don't understand French, but you just called me by name!

You definitely didn't say anything nice!

Nasty!

"It is recommended that when pursuing others, look in the mirror first to see if you are worthy?"

"What's the matter with you?" The boy didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with the eyes of the fool just now, Parisian, romance is in the blood.

"It's none of my business, but in case you might get beaten, I'm kind enough to say to you, don't use your Bubbaston tricks on the little wizards at Hogwarts. We're not so 'tolerant'. ”

Owen really wasn't lying.

Under the increasingly tense atmosphere of the four major academies, all the wind and grass may set off a college war.

This includes the outrageous excuse that the boys from your academy have taken a look at the girls in our academy.

Anyway, it's just to find a reason to fight, and who cares what the reason is.

"Enough!" The boy yelled, then drew his wand from his waist and said to Owen, "Don't insult us Beauxbatons again, if you're a wizard, then we'll see what the wizards of Hogwarts are capable of." ”

He smiled coldly, "Dumbledore won't even tell you what a duel is!" ”

"Yo Yo Yo, a wizard about to come of age, challenge me to a weak, pitiful and helpless little Hogwarts wizard, wow! You can really say it. ”

"Humph! I don't think it's going to be a weak character to be able to defeat 'a dozen' of fifth- or sixth-grade wizards. The boy deliberately pronounced the words a dozen or so, and it was clear that he was skeptical of Irving's record.

"You-" Owen slowly stood up (not tall enough)-oh-no- slowly stood on the chair, staring condescendingly at the boy in front of him, "You want to fight me, you don't have the qualifications yet!" ”

"Sister Fleur over there, don't you care? Your school's student council president is bullying!! Hi! Beauxbatons' wizards bully people!! ”

Owen screamed in his throat.

And Hermione, who was with him, was already trying to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Although she couldn't understand what Owen and the boy were saying- (in French)

However, she could guess from Owen's Peeves' behavior!

Ah~ Oh God! Why, why am I here to be disgraced. Why!!

On the other side of the auditorium, Fleur, who was called by Owen's name, had an even more ugly face, her beautiful brows were furrowed together, and her whole person exuded an aura called melancholy.

But she didn't respond to Owen's shouts all the while.

Maybe the student council president has been pestering her for too long, and she has the intention of taking the opportunity to see this guy deflated.

Owen thought to himself.

"Enough! That's enough!! That's enough!!! The dog, who was anxious for the Guardian, barked wildly, and he clenched his wand, and his forehead even protruded, "I command you to take out your wand, you wretched Englishman!" ”

"Hey! I don't, there's a kind of beating me! Also, your dad is French. ”

"What? You're French! The boy was very surprised, and at that moment, even the anger of the goddess who was insulted stopped for a moment.

"Old Paris is under a white flag."

"Traitor!" This time he stepped on the boy's tail again, and his furious expression was even more furious than before, and he scolded Owen in the face, and began to curse in the French vocabulary.

And Owen did not show weakness, and even his firepower was more fierce, French, English, and Chinese echoed each other, and all kinds of insulting short sentences came out of his mouth.

Soon a spectacle appeared in the auditorium.

In this magical mecca, two wizards, one holding a wand, one with a finger outstretched, one standing on the ground, one standing on a chair, one with his head up, and the other condescending, were crazy about each other's oral gymnastics.

The scolding lasted for several minutes, and slowly the fighting power of the licking dog began to decline, his dry vocabulary had bottomed out, and Owen had only consumed a wave of French vocabulary, and English and Chinese were still ready to go!

Xiao Qi San, fight with the master.

You're still too tender!

"Ah~"

The licking dog, who was so angry that he vomited blood, suddenly became angry, he screamed, and the tip of his wand suddenly shone out with a dark green light, and some kind of terrible scream sounded like a whisper.

"Huh?"

Owen was moving faster than he was.

Before he could finish his spell, a sweep struck him in the liver, and before the stupid dog could bite back, the demon king pounced and smashed his fist into the stupid dog's right hand holding the wand.

"Click!" There was a sound of bones shattering.

"Ah~~~" followed by a scream that resounded through the auditorium.

Then Owen took advantage of the situation and exerted his strength, spun around in place, his right fist turned into a chapter, and a big fight slapped directly on the left side of the dead idiot's face.

"Killing Curse?" Hermione was shocked.

He quickly got up and began to look for his wand.

And then—embarrassingly, her outfit was changed by Owen's Transfiguration, and the wand she had placed on the inside of her coat was still in the hotel!

"It's not." Owen grabbed the fool's bow tie under him, pulled him up with his left hand, and greeted him back and forth with his right hand.

Hit the dog stuff teeth splash.

"But it's also some kind of evil curse."

Seriously, Owen was a little angry.

There are fights between young wizards, although he is extremely arrogant, but he never kills, he rarely even uses black magic, and ancient magic has never been used against young wizards.

But the half-adult wizard in front of him, who was fifty or sixty years older than him, would use black magic on himself, which was still a more cruel one, this was really Tai Sui's head breaking ground, and he was impatient to live.

Immediately, the strength of his hand was a little heavier.

Until the idiot's breath in didn't come out more.

Owen then stopped what he was doing.

Grabbed his neck with both hands, and threw it high with all his might.

A flying kick in the air, a foot of strength.

The idiot had to break through three tables before he could stop.

The whole person, with the head pestle on the lap, is stuck in the last table in the shape of a gong.

"This is Beauxbatons?"

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of Owen's mouth.

Bending down, bowing his head, he picked up the scattered golden tablecloth embroidered with the emblem of Beauxbatons School of Magic from the ground, wiped the blood from his hands and said.

He tilted his head, his expression was rebellious, and his indifferent eyes stared at everyone present.

(End of chapter)