"That- got a little carried away." Hermione, who was inexplicably flustered by Fleur's charming blue cheeks, suddenly had a lot of redness on her cheeks.

At Hogwarts, there is always a figure above her head, holding her down.

No matter how hard she tried, Irving was always one point ahead of him.

He seems to have done it on purpose!

Whenever he felt like he was about to match him, the guy would run forward a lot.

Then he turned to look at her with a mocking expression.

Until the next time, she regained the courage to fall into involution again.

How long—how long, she hadn't seen such a look.

Convinced, Hermione suddenly felt a little proud.

Check it out!

She's not bad either.

"Thank you, Hermione." Fleur stretched out her white, slender hands and spoke in English, which was quite strong.

She squeezed Hermione's hand tightly, "No one has ever said that to me. You're the finest witch I've ever met. Well. Except for our principal. ”

"No thanks. I. I'm not that good! ”

Hermione's little head was steaming, Fleur's crispy tone, or rather, a strange girl's 'flattery' to her, especially since she was from another school of magic, which made Hermione very useful.

The little witch's face was ruddy, and her whole person exuded a strong light called "self-confidence".

Look at Hermione's face.

Fleur's heart was slightly touched.

As the chief wizard of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the prestige she has in this school is actually not very good.

No matter how good she is.

There are always people who will understate the sentence: "Hmph - it's just that good luck has inherited the blood from Meiwa!" ”

From entering the school to the present, she can hear such words, this, and similar words no less than a thousand times.

It's like a light bloodline inheritance, and all her efforts will be made!

She practiced spells until late at night, and even dislocated her arm in pursuit of movement norms!

Why are they!

Why did a single sentence kill all her efforts!

Especially the girls at school!

Because of her natural ability to charm, most boys will flock to her even if she never takes the initiative to tease.

Maybe it's jealousy, it's more likely hatred!

Bad things were all over the academy about her, and some even made up some rather bad and ugly lies, wantonly trampling her dignity and personality under their feet.

At this time, she would practice magic even more insanely, because only then would she be able to escape from this world for a short time, enter the sweet magical illusion, and hide from the words of those who accuse!

"Fleur—can I call you that?" Hermione smiled sweetly.

Fleur, who came over in a daze, hurriedly responded: "Of course." If you like it! ”

"I love it, your name."

"So—let's get started!"

Taking a deep breath, Hermione healed the bottom of her heart.

Then, she began to actually teach the art of casting spells without a wand.

Magic slowly flowed from her fingers, lifting the tables and chairs around her like a tray.

Hermione spread her arms in the sunlight, invisible threads spilling out from all over her body, sticking, hooking, and lifting.

Anyway, soon, all the desks and chairs in the entire classroom began to revolve around her—they circled around her, from top to bottom.

The training officially began.

Training in magic, like most physical training in the world, is even more strenuous because it is not simply physical pain, but also mental torture.

But—this time, Fleur didn't feel the mental pressure.

She had to admit that Hermione was a pretty good teacher.

She told her all she knew about wandless spells.

There are no reservations at all.

It's hard to imagine that they've had a fight before, and this was the first time they've officially met.

This girl, Fleur, looked at her gratefully, she was so kind, so brave, and there was something in her that she had never had.

And that thing fascinated her deeply.

The sun sets in the west, and the friendship of the girls is established.

They whispered and discussed magic while frantically spitting about Owen.

The sound of laughter like silver bells came from the classroom, leaping far and wide.

And Fleur, who gradually relaxed, finally found the trick.

She was too tight before.

Sometimes magic is like that, the more you pursue it, the more you can't catch it, but when you want to switch your attention, you may find what you want around the corner of the road.

After a few hours, Fleur's progress was rapid, and she was gradually able to control some of the lighter tables and chairs to float.

"Huhu~"

The sweat on her forehead, soaking her hair, eased down her cheeks, ran down her neck, and ran down her chest.

Sweat soaked her satin-like clothes.

"I seem to have succeeded."

Fleur, with shiny silver hair, said in surprise, and then immediately turned to look at Hermione, who was sitting on a chair next to her, fanning herself with the palm of her hand.

"Well—just remember that feeling, and then keep trying and practicing." At this time, Hermione, who was no less sweaty than Fleur, said weakly.

Her sideburns were also wet.

Her hair was tied into a ponytail by her magic.

Ever since Owen gave her this hairstyle, Hermione had always felt that it was perfect for her, good-looking, and restrained from her voluminous hair.

"Let's get here today!" She said as she wiped her sweat.

"Good!" Fleur agreed, then raised her slender hand and gently fanned the cool breeze towards Hermione's little face, "Is it cool?" ”

"Of course."

Hermione replied sweetly.

Girls' friendships are like that, they are always built unconsciously.

"It's getting hotter." A hint of cunning flashed in the bad girl's eyes, "Well—we can go take a bath!" ”

"Soak - bath?" Hermione slammed to her feet.

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Beauxbatons has numerous manors, one after the other, and the roads inside are not much simpler than Hogwarts.

Although there is no spiral staircase, which is the most important check-in attraction of the school that is a headache for new students.

But Beauxbatons' intricate court-like corridors and gates are sure to make most people spin.

Each room has several doors, all of which are connected so that you can't tell where the real exit is.

One of them, the huge manor in the girls' dormitory, passed through the magic limit, like a gate made of gold wire, and soon the two of them came to the indoor garden created by alchemy on the upper floor.

There is a spring in the center.

Juanjuan's stream kept coming out of the spring.

There was a layer of mist floating on the water, and it was clear that this was not cold water.

Next to the hot springs.

Fleur, waving her wand, suddenly opened a row of wooden chests hidden in the trunks of trees in the distance, and many bathrobes flew out of them.

"This is my sister Gabrielle's clothes." As she spoke, she glanced Hermione up and down.

"Maybe you're wearing a little small." She chuckled and draped her bathrobe over Hermione's body.

Then a magical scene appeared, I don't know what material the bathrobe actually 'ate' the girl's clothes.

Then it was fitted and put on her body.

The sudden change startled Hermione, and she hurriedly hugged her arms.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Fleur also put on a silver silk bathrobe.

"It looks like it's just a bathrobe, but in fact, it's also a creation of alchemy. It can wrap your original clothes, clean them and even repair your clothes automatically, and after taking a bath, a magic spell will return a set of clean clothes to you, how amazing is it! ”

She slowly crouched down, put her left hand into the water, and held her wand in her right hand, dancing up and down.

It wasn't until a certain temperature made her feel comfortable that she stopped.

"I heard that Professor Lemay invented it specifically for himself to be able to take a bath easily."

Then she stepped into the pool.

She felt the gradual feeling of oppression swallow her up.

The intimate feeling made her feel satisfied and happy.

"You know, he's over six hundred years old and needs someone to take care of him." Fleur stretched out her hand and held her jade arm as soft as a snow lotus, and coiled her silver hair high.

"But the professor is a strong man, and he doesn't want to be taken care of like a useless person, so he invented a lot of alchemical items for life."

"Automatically sow the seeds, harvest the carpets for cooking."

"Any door that can go to many places."

"A crystal ball that can see the future."

"A little horn for the early warning."

"A penetrating ring that penetrates all objects."

"The Holy Grail of Wishes—not a lot of inspiration, of course."

She tilted her head and let the running water kiss her cheek.

It can be seen that this bath should also be the work of alchemy.

Hearing Fleur's story, Hermione was slightly surprised.

It turns out that alchemy still has such a life-like side, and she has always thought that most of magic alchemy is weapons and the like.

Then she slowly walked into the water.

Feel the warmth of wrapping people.

She couldn't help but close her eyes, uh-huh-I won't be copying books today.

Let's be lazy!

That's what she thought.

"It's so cute, like my sister." Fleur said lazily, "It's a pity that she went home for the summer vacation and didn't have the opportunity to meet such a good friend"

"Not so good!" Hermione replied with a blush.

"The little wizards at Hogwarts are friendly, Owen, he-"

"He's just poisonous, and his mouth is broken. Actually, people are still quite good. ”

"Really?" Fleur was skeptical, and cast a puzzled look at Hermione.

How nice are the people? How she didn't feel it.

"As long as you don't go against him." Hermione replied with some embarrassment that she knew about the feud between Owen and Fleur, or with Beauxbatons as a whole.

"At Hogwarts, he's the most unique." Perhaps to salvage Owen's poor reputation, Hermione spoke again: "He's a maverick, he does whatever he wants, and he has the talent and talent to do that. ”

The group number is in the introduction

(End of chapter)