The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"No one is forcing you to stay!" Hermione was "detonated" by Fleur's words like a powder keg. First, teasing her boyfriend, and then slandering her favorite school. Is it bearable or unbearable?

So she unceremoniously said to Furong: If you don't want to eat, you can get out, no one forces you to eat.

However, Hermione's move was based on British cuisine. And Furong, unfortunately, is a French student.

So she smiled slightly and looked at Hermione, "Miss, I'm just stating the facts, these dishes are really unsatisfactory... But I can understand your difficulties, after all, the most famous restaurants in London are French cooking, isn't it?"

Hermione:  …

"Hogwarts will still make sure that you are comfortable and happy here." Tom, who was sandwiched between Hermione and Fleur, said lightly, "For example, there is a French fish soup there, if you want to drink it, I can help you. Serve a bowl. I can assure you, the kitchen at Hogwarts will never taste inferior to the authentic French restaurants. Also, restaurants serving Turkish and Chinese food are quite popular in London.”

After a brief exchange, Tom found that Furong was the most appropriate person to describe as eccentric. This girl is a little smart and is very good at tricking others. Just now, she successfully misdirected the topic, distorting "Hogwarts was poorly entertained" into "Britain is a food desert". If Hermione were to argue with her on the subject of "food", she would be asking for trouble - because Britain is indeed a food desert.

But Hogwarts did not treat these guests badly, and provided them with the best conditions possible, and complaining like this is indeed a bit ignorant.

"Yes," Hermione immediately started to fight back, as if she had found the source of the fire, "Hogwarts has always been so considerate."

"Okay, then please make me a bowl of miscellaneous fish soup, and if possible, the beef stew and snails in red wine over there, thank you very much." Furong was very calm and didn't take Hermione's words to heart at all. superior. To her, Hermione was like an immature little sister who could be easily kneaded.

She put her hand on her scarf, and with a dashing pull, a waterfall of silver hair came out. In an instant, a touch of beautiful silver appeared in the auditorium, attracting everyone's attention.

When Furong lifted her "seal", many of the boys at Hogwarts were suddenly stunned. They seemed to be stuck in the throat by a fishbone. Their companions shook and slapped them, and they recovered from it.

Mixed-race Veela, so terrifying!

Hermione frowned, always feeling that she was completely defeated in the matchup just now.

But at this moment, there was a soft collision sound in front of her. Hermione looked towards the sound and saw that Tom had placed a bowl of soup in front of her.

"French fish soup, I just tasted a little bit, it tastes pretty good, very delicious." Tom pushed the soup that had just been poured towards Hermione. Next, he did the same and took a whole bunch of exotic food from around him: French snails, red wine goulash, Swedish meatballs, roasted venison, Icelandic mutton soup...

"Too much, rice bucket." Hermione muttered softly, and then sipped the fish soup in front of her.

The taste was indeed extremely delicious, and Hermione's eyes narrowed into crescent crescents.

While Tom was enjoying himself, Malfoy was also trying to find a common topic with Krum. Malfoy was lucky today, Krum happened to be sitting next to him, so Malfoy had been chatting with him all the time.

Krum took off his fur cloak after entering the auditorium, revealing the blood-red robe inside, which stood out among the black-robed Hogwarts students. At this time, he was biting his head and listening to the blond kid beside him chatting some nonsense with him.

Krum's English level is average, Malfoy's speaking speed is not slow, and he also has some special accents, which makes Krum listen to it for a while.

"You were really heroic against Ireland—"

When Malfoy brought up this topic, Krum's face darkened—it's really a pot that can't be opened without mentioning it. His performance was very heroic, but he lost! He'd rather win a little bit of fuss on his own.

"Where is Tom Yoder?" He interrupted Malfoy's chat bluntly, he just wanted to see what the legendary person who had a rare Patronus and fought against dozens of dark wizards by himself. Before the World Cup finals, I didn't have the opportunity or the mood to pay attention to these. Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally have to see what this guy looks like.

Malfoy, who was interrupted, was unhappy for a while. Krum's opening of his mouth was Tom Yodel, which made him even more dissatisfied, but he couldn't get mad at Krum, so he had to go to the Ravenclaw long table. One finger:

"That's Yodel."

"Which one?" Krum looked at Malfoy's finger, and saw nothing.

"The handsome one is Tom Yodel, and there is a very beautiful girl sitting next to him." Gower, who was sitting next to him, wanted to join the conversation for a long time, and when he saw a chance~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he took the initiative Point out Tom's location to Krum.

Malfoy: ...

Why do I have Yodel fans all around me? Goyle, make it clear, what is the handsome Tom? !

Malfoy looked at Tom who was eating and drinking not far away, and gritted his teeth with hatred: How can there be such a nasty person in this world!

Krum, who got the new tip, immediately locked Tom in the crowd, but he was greatly disappointed by the appearance of this guy. It seemed that there was nothing special except that he was handsome. But the girl next to him who was drinking soup looked pretty.

The little wizards under the stage were chatting hotly, and the professors on the stage were not idle either.

Dumbledore watched this lively scene, and said happily to Madame Maxime on his left: "It seems that our plan is going well, and the children are very happy to chat with each other."

Madame Maxime smiled, and humbly expressed the hope that her pampered students would not make any jokes.

"The representative of the Ministry of Magic is here, Ludo, this way!" Karkaroff raised his glass, patted the seat beside him, and motioned for Ludo Bagman, who was late, to sit next to him.

Hermione's question was answered, and the two representatives sent to represent the Ministry of Magic were Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department, and Percy, who had just joined the International Exchange Department, was outrageous.

Director Crouch is gradually fading out of the political arena, and he has entrusted many projects to his own hands for implementation. For example, in today's opening ceremony, he entrusted Percy to attend in his place.

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Good night.

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