"Oh, what—of course not!"

Fleur said blankly, and then, she noticed the smile in Amosta's eyes and realized that he was just joking.

"So, would you really like to support Beauxbatons, you know, it's one of the greatest schools of magic and magic in Europe."

Fleur's eyes fluttered when she came back to her senses, and she smiled a little coquettishly.

"I have reservations on that."

Amosta chuckled.

Fleur's English is not bad, just with a slight French accent.

She told Amosta about Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as well as the local customs of France. For a young wizard who has not yet graduated from school, Fleur's knowledge is very extensive, but it is far from being compared to Amosta, who has traveled halfway around the world, but Amosta does not point out the mistakes and omissions in what Fleur says, but only maintains a polite smile.

"--I have a younger sister, her name is Gabrielle, and when the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber came to France for an exhibition, the professor who taught us about magical creatures used to take us to the exhibition, oh, what a fierce fellow, Gabrielle went back and had nightmares for days, I can't imagine how you subdued such a fierce fellow!"

Fleur patted her chest and stared at Amosta with sparkling eyes, hoping to hear a thrilling and tumultuous story.

Amosta could see that this little girl was not here to 'spy on intelligence', she was just interested in herself.

Amosta came back to his senses and felt a little ridiculous, he was used to living a life of pure heart and few desires, he really didn't expect that he would be targeted by a little girl who didn't graduate from school and met for the first time.

"Ho——, there's an element of luck--"

Amosta Ho smiled and simply digressed the subject, he wasn't Gilderoy Lockhart and didn't have a penchant for bragging.

"Speaking of—"

After Amosta opened the distance between him and Fleur by pouring wine, he examined Fleur's eyes,

"When the Triwizard Tournament is officially underway, will you represent Beauxbatons, Miss Delacour?"

"Of course—"

Fleur stroked her long silver hair like a waterfall, flashing her big blue eyes to reveal her white and neat teeth, and the silver bell-like laughter made the people around her who were secretly paying attention to this place sway.

"No matter which school holds the tournament, I'm going to play for Beauxbatons. I've read about the selection mechanics of the tournament and I think I'll pass the Goblet of Fire. ”

"Well, then, I wish you a dream come true and a good result in the tournament, Miss Delacour."

Amosta knew it was time for him to leave, or a circle of jealous eyes would drown him sooner or later. He gestured to Fleur, and after dipping his lips into the rim, he smiled,

"I think it's time for us to part for a moment, Miss Delacour, and I notice that Mr. Crouch is making a look at me over there, and I think he must have something to talk to--"

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen—"

Just as Amosta was making an excuse to get out, a loud voice suddenly came from near the stage and overwhelmed the buzzing conversation in the banquet hall, Amosta followed the sound and found that Karkaroff was quickly leaving Vip Dregern's side, and stared with great interest, Vip Dregern, who was speaking to everyone tonight on behalf of the International Federation of Wizards, entertaining the ministries of magic and the entourage of the three magic schools.

The Mountain Forest Fairy Troupe, which performed on stage, paused the music, and the crowd gradually gathered in front of the stage to form a semicircle.

"It is with great joy that the International Federation of Wizards welcomes to this evening Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the British Department of Magical Cooperation, and Mr. Ludo Bagman of the Department of Magical Sports, and it is thanks to the efforts of both of them that the light of the Goblet of Fire, which has been extinguished for centuries, can be rekindled, and I think everyone present needs to be grateful for the efforts of Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman!"

Vep Dregern was the first to raise his glass, saluting Barty and Ludo at the front of the crowd, and the rest of the group raised their glasses one after another.

With a forced smile on his face, Barty turned his head to salute the crowd slightly, but by the time he faced Vip Dregern, there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

But Ludo had no scruples, and he waved hello to everyone with a big smile.

"Of course, we also need to thank Mr. Igor Karkarov and Mrs. Olim Maxim—"

When the applause and cheers caused by Ludo had subsided a little, Vip Dregern said with some urgency,

"It was thanks to the positive response of the two schools of witchcraft and wizardry, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, that we saw the Triwizard Tournament really land!"

Amosta narrowed his eyes, and Barty looked like he had given him a reminder.

"Oh, it's always been our quest to promote communication between different magical civilizations, Mr. Dregern—"

Karkaroff grinned, rolled his eyes, and said in a sleek tone,

"But, Mr. Dregern, I noticed that you missed a key person, I mean, Hogwarts --, Albus Dumbledore's school has also been promoting friendly exchanges, hasn't it?"

"Oh, of course I won't forget—"

Vip, who has a lot of prestige in the International Federation of Wizards, moved his gray beard and said playfully,

"But Mr. Dumbledore is our President, and it is his job to promote communication between the parties, so I don't think there is a special thank."

The crowd erupted in laughter, with many shaking their heads lightly in disapproval of Dregern's claim, while others focused on Amosta Bryne with a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.

But at this moment, Dregern's words suddenly changed, his eyes were directed at Amosta, who was present on behalf of Hogwarts, there was a flash of contempt and gloom in his eyes, but there was still a sincere smile on his face,

"We certainly need to thank Hogwarts for their positive response, and here we will meet a new friend, Mr. Amosta Blaine, who is the representative of Hogwarts in place of Mr. Albus Dumbledore!"

With a calm smile on his face, Amosta nodded at the crowd.

"Oh, Mr. Bryan, why don't you come up and show yourself?" "Don't you want to be separated from the beautiful Miss Delacour?" ”

The crowd burst into chuckles, both benign and malicious, but there was a hint of shame in Fleur's blue eyes, and it was clear that she didn't like such jokes.

"Go up and talk to everyone, Amosta!"

Ignoring Barty's cold gaze, Ludo beckoned excitedly to Amosta, seemingly unaware that this Vip Dregern had bad intentions.

"That's true--"

In a matter of moments, Amosta had already chosen his way in the midst of coercion and inducement.

He stepped forward slowly, facing a pair of thoughtful eyes, and smiled freely,

"In case you don't know, I was Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts before I became Director of the Hogwarts Office of Student Safety, and I was amazed by Miss Delacour's magical knowledge and talent, and I was thinking about getting a glimpse of Beauxbatons' advanced teaching philosophy."

This time, the chuckles were more than kind, and even Madame Maxim smiled kindly at Amosta.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Barty's eyes, not to Amosta, but to Vip Dregern, who was smiling like an old fox

This guy probably thinks that Amosta is just a young wizard with little experience, and he only became famous under Dumbledore's operation, so he pulled out Amosta and vented his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore, but judging from what Barty knows, whether it is strength or mentality, Amosta Bryan is not a guy to be manipulated!

(End of chapter)