"Honestly, I was worried, especially Hagrid, well- he's the janitor of Hogwarts, a giant, just like your headmaster." Hermione pressed her head against the edge of the hot spring and looked up at the ceiling that shone with the Milky Way.

"He told us some stories about the growth of the mysterious man, Lord Voldemort.

Owen, he said, was a lot like Voldemort back then.

I'm afraid he'll be next. He turned his head sideways, his eyes revealing a sincerity that he had never seen before.

"But once, when he was threatened with death, he didn't want to leave us and run away alone, and this idea was completely discarded by me."

In her mind, she remembered the scene when she faced Voldemort in the first grade.

If that time there was no Grindelwald.

Then they're all going to die there.

And if there was one person among the little wizards present who could survive, it would be Owen.

But when he chose to stay and deal with Voldemort, it was tantamount to giving up the way out.

This was the beginning of her complete belief that Owen would not become a dark wizard!

"Although, he is indeed very bad." As she recalled, she remembered the time when Owen used his hallucination to create an eight-eyed spider to intimidate the little wizard.

"But—" But afterwards she had to admit that under Owen's coercion and intimidation, the little wizards had made rapid progress, including herself.

"With his 'spur', we have really improved a lot."

"Really?" Fleur said again skeptically.

Steam wafts up from the water.

But there was no flush on her face, as if she wasn't soaking in a hot spring.

"Especially after I heard your story." Hermione's shining brown eyes had never been clearer.

In that empty classroom in the afternoon, Fleur told some of her stories.

She's a clever witch.

It's easy to hear the hardships behind those stories.

"You've taken a very different path than Owen!" She said.

"No one dares to speak ill of him!"

"Courage is better than stone! It's more precious than anything else, and you should rebel against them, and if it were me, I'd beat them all up! The little witch bared her teeth.

Little Tiger Tooth Bling flashed a little.

That should be a reflection of water mist.

No one dared to underestimate Hermione.

After all, when she had beaten all the pure-blood wizards who dared to call her 'Mudblood', the word had disappeared at Hogwarts!

Don't doubt the recklessness of the Gryffindor heirs.

Beat your eyes with gold stars, and your mouth !!

"Courage?" Fleur was slightly stunned, and then muttered to herself.

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin." Hermione read out the four Hogwarts houses word by word.

"Courage, gentleness, wisdom, shrewdness."

"That's what Owen told me."

"Courage is the greatest hymn to mankind!"

"Gentleness is an indescribable personality, a powerful force."

"Wisdom is the most precious treasure of mankind."

"Shrewdness is what allows us to navigate a chaotic world."

"That's the way it is at Hogwarts, we fight each other, we denigrate each other, and we stand side by side. The tragedy that happened to you may have been felt by every Gryffindor in Slytherin, and probably by every Ravenclaw in the other three houses. But that doesn't stop us from being a family. While I am skeptical of the stance of some Slytherins and pure-blood wizards, I believe that most young wizards will be on the side of Hogwarts when the school is in crisis.

Maybe that's why she's been able to do it for 1,500 years! ”

Hermione sketched a sweet dream in words.

A dream that belongs to the greatest school of magic.

And Fleur, although she has a reserved expression, is loyal to Beauxbatons.

But in his eyes, there is inevitably a strong yearning.

The dream of a girl may become an eternal light in a woman's heart in the future.

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Owen didn't know that Hermione was drawing cakes for Fleur.

He didn't know what kind of effort she was trying to save her image, which was not much left.

All he knew was why Miss Granger hadn't come to involute him lately.

Knock!

Is there anything more uncomfortable than someone crazy about themselves?

The answer is yes, of course!

That's the person who rolled up you, suddenly stopped rolling, went on a trip, and the photos of holding a coconut in the sun on the beach are all on your face!

I don't know how many days later, in the morning!

The aroma of cakes, milk and bread filled the auditorium.

At this time, the few young wizards of Beauxbatons were gathering for breakfast.

Owen was naturally among them.

In the southeast corner of the auditorium, the only place where the morning sun could pour down sat two beautiful girls.

Fleur's silver hair was coiled high, and her blue eyes shimmered with a silver curtain of light, full of tenderness.

After a few strands of broken hair scattered from her forehead and picking her ears, Fleur snapped her fingers slightly, and in the next second, many dinner plates suddenly floated out of a wooden box on the table.

Soon, the table was filled with plates.

"What's wrong?" Apparently noticing Hermione's gaze.

Sister Fleur smiled slightly.

Hermione came back to her senses suddenly, and then said embarrassedly, "It's nothing, I just thought you could cook"

"You spend that much time practicing spells every day."

She could make potions out of O, but she couldn't make a plate of delicious food with all the color and flavor.

"If you have a gluttonous sister, I'll only cook a few dishes. These are all things that my mother taught me when I was a child, and later." Her eyes darkened.

Later, she became obsessed with proving herself and devoted all her energy to her studies, never learning any other dishes again.

"It's a french soup." Her expression changed quickly. "Taste?"

Fleur served Hermione a bowl.

The little witch nodded, poked out her tongue and licked the soup slightly, and a delicious sensation instantly bloomed in her mouth.

Then take a sip of it.

The flamée fish soup melts in your mouth, with the flavor of mashed potatoes and the slight acidity of strawberries.

It's delicious.

"Try it, this beef is good." Fleur scooped up a piece of beef.

Hermione looked at the bowl with a vivid expression, the jelly-like, round, shiny and elastic pieces of meat, and took it.

I couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration in my heart.

It's France!

Although I don't want to admit it, compared to the United Kingdom, which regards stargazing pie as a delicacy.

They really don't deserve to carry shoes.

Sitting on the other side, on the other side of the auditorium, Owen had fire in his eyes!

Why don't you call me for dinner!!

Why eat alone!

Hermione Granger! I'm going to cut ties with you!!

Suddenly, a thick resentment gradually spread from a corner of the auditorium.

It just swept the entire auditorium in an instant.

The faces of the little wizards of Bubbaston who were affected all changed greatly, and then they got up silently and left the auditorium as if they were fleeing.

It's too dangerous—look at that evil star's face, like it's going to eat someone!

And Hermione naturally sensed the strange resentment coming at her.

"What—what's wrong?" She looked up blankly, looking at Owen's eyes as if she was about to eat people, and for a moment she didn't know where to put her hand.

Could it be that he had a good relationship with Fleur, a student of Beauxbatons, and was hated by Owen?

He wouldn't be so careful!

But speaking of which, those little wizards had attacked him before, and it was normal that Owen didn't like them.

But Hermione's blank eyes changed in Owen's eyes.

Especially when he saw that Hermione had a sapphire necklace around her neck, a tear-stained pendant on her earlobe, and a delicate silver bracelet on her wrist.

The thin red lips are painted with lip gloss, the corners of the eyes are painted with eyeshadow, and the nails are also painted silver.

His resentment is even greater!

Good guys!

Boy!

Okay, you Hermione Granger, put all the gold gallons that I should have fought for into your pocket!

I didn't expect it!

Unexpected!

You have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you even came up with this method!

What a shame! Shame on you!!

Owen's resentment was even more victorious.

And in Hermione's eyes, she really thought that Owen was complaining that she and Fleur were getting too close.

Immediately, he moved slightly towards the other side of the table and chair.

"Hermione Granger, give me back Galleons !!"

"Quack!" Owen bit off his spoon, then stood up in exasperation and yelled.

"Huh?" Hermione continued to look at him blankly, "What a golden Gallon! What are you talking about? ”

"Say what!"

He walked briskly.

"Look at you, you wear gold and silver, it's all my money!!"

“？？？ It's clearly —"

"Look how far you've been poisoned by this Beauxbatons enchantress! Lip gloss, eye shadow, nails! Are you still Miss Granger? Are you sure it's not Lavender Brown, she's secretly drinking the polyjuice potion? ”

"What's the matter, why can't I touch some!"

"Nope! I didn't say you didn't touch it, but—you're not kind! Granger, make money together! Aren't you afraid of thunder and thunder when you eat alone? ”

“？？？” Hearing this, Hermione was even more confused!

What to eat alone!

What is he saying?

Still Fleur on the side had some guesses in her heart, she tentatively pointed to the dishes in front of her, and then said, "Why don't you go together?" ”

"I'll get you a bowl and chopsticks." She got up, and was about to get a new plate from the other table, when the angry boy suddenly raised his hand to stop it.

"No need." He said.

Then his hands quickly tucked into his pockets, "I brought it!" ”

He pulled out a new plate and fork, his eyes glowing green, and he began to sweep the entire table at an alarming speed.

Hermione on the side, seeing this, leaned back a little, what a shame!

I want to pretend I don't know him!

But it can't be helped, everyone in Beauxbatons knows that she and Owen are friends and are from Hogwarts.

So she could only endure it painfully, looking sideways at Fleur's face from time to time.

Hermione felt a little relieved when she realized that the other party had not shown any embarrassing expression, although she was a little surprised.

A moment later.

Owen slammed the plate on the table, and then sighed: "Smell ~ It's so fragrant!" ”

"Let's have another plate, please!" Then he looked at Fleur sincerely.

"It's okay to pay!"

Thank you book friends for your long-term starting point coin reward! Thanks greatly!!

(End of chapter)