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After separating from the Weasley brothers, Kyle walked over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down. He noticed that the students from Beauxbatons also walked over here after talking to Ms. Maxime.
"Hello."
A kid who was probably only about 11 or 12 years old ran up to Kyle, tilted his neck, and said stutteringly: "I remember you... saved us when we were watching the game!"
The little girl had a heavy accent and it took Kyle a while to hear what she said.
"This is my sister, Gabrielle Delacour." At this time, Fleur also came over.
She looked at Cedric, "Hello, can I sit here?"
"Ah?" Cedric looked at Fleur, then at Kyle beside him, as if he had thought of something, and nodded vigorously.
"Oh... of course, please take a seat..." He quickly squeezed to the side, leaving a seat empty.
"Thank you." Furong smiled politely.
Then she sat down and untied the scarf covering her head, revealing her cascading silver hair and a face that was so delicate it seemed unreal.
A little wizard sitting opposite Furong's face suddenly turned red.
At the same time, the Hufflepuff table, which had been noisy, suddenly became quiet, and even half of the attention directed at Krum was diverted to Fleur.
But after the silence, there was louder talking and discussion.
Kyle felt as if he had entered a gathering of legendary wizards, listening to them tell about their bizarre and great adventures.
For example, Mikel was loudly telling the story of how he single-handedly broke into the dangerous forbidden forest in his first year and saved a group of fire dragons.
Of course, this must be false.
Not to mention whether there are a group of dragons in Hogwarts, just because he ran into the Forbidden Forest in his first year, Hagrid could put him in detention for half a month.
But no one cared at all, and even joined in...
There are those who earn a hundred bags of gold coins a year... There are those who claim to be specialized in hunting Dementors... There are those who will become Minister of Magic right after graduation...
In short, they said it as outrageous as possible, and while they were saying these things, they would glance towards Furong from time to time, as if they were trying to attract her attention in this way.
However, Fleur's expression did not change at all. She had encountered more outrageous things than this in Beauxbatons, and she was no longer surprised.
She looked at Kyle calmly and continued, "Ms. Maxime has already told us that a dark wizard wanted to attack Gabrielle and the others. Thanks to you, they were able to stay safe."
"No, you misunderstood." Kyle shook his head and explained, "It was mainly because of Mr. Weasley, Charlie and Bill that I got there last."
"But." Fleur smiled, "That's what Mr. Arthur Weasley told Ms. Maxime... He said that thanks to you, they were able to repel those dark wizards."
"These are two different situations." Kyle said, "After all, when I went there, the incident had already happened for a long time. If it weren't for them, those people would have run away by the time I rushed over... right?"
"Yes, you are right." Furong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Are they also in school? If possible, I would like to express my gratitude in person."
"Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic, and Charlie and Bill have already graduated and are working abroad," Kyle said.
A look of disappointment appeared on Furong's face.
"But they should come to watch the game later. After all, this is the first restart of the Triwizard Tournament in a century, and no one wants to miss it."
Kyle smiled and said, "By the way, let me introduce you."
He pointed at Cedric, "This is Cedric Diggory, my friend and the favorite to be the Hogwarts Champion."
"Warrior?" Fleur looked over and politely extended her hand and said, "Hello, Fleur Delacour, nice to meet you."
"Hello, nice to meet you..." Cedric stretched out his hand and touched hers gently.
"The one bragging is called Mikel, my roommate... He's also a very nice person. His only shortcoming is that his brain doesn't work very well sometimes."
Mikel couldn't wait any longer, and immediately ran over from behind the bench after hearing Kyle's words, but before he could take two steps, he was grabbed by Kyle and dragged back.
After all, Furong is half Veela, and he was really afraid that Mikkel would get carried away and perform an enhanced spell in public or something... He still has to eat soon!
"This is Ryan, my roommate..."
"Grace, a great chaser and my teammate."
"You like Quidditch too?" Fleur asked curiously.
"I like it very much." Kyle said, "Maybe I will join a professional team after I graduate."
"Then you must be better than that Krum." Furong said with a smile, "I will go to cheer you on then."
"It's just a possibility." Kyle waved his hand.
However, Fleur's words caused dissatisfaction among some people. At the Slytherin table, several senior girls were staring at her angrily.
The same was true for the Ravenclaws on the other side, but in addition to anger, there was more jealousy in their eyes.
But Furong just smiled disdainfully and didn't care at all.
After a round of introductions, Kyle pointed to the last person, Connor, who was sitting on the other side.
But before he could open his mouth...
"Hello, Connor Prince!"
Connor smiled and reached out her hand, almost hitting Kyle on the chin.
Furong looked at the hand extended to her, and for the first time, the expression on her face changed a little, no longer so...formal.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and she also extended her hand.
"Fleur Delacour…I have to say, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
"I should be the one saying this." Kanna said a little embarrassedly, "These boys have never done this before."
"That's different..." Furong shook her head, she knew that the reason those people behaved strangely was only because they had Veela blood in them.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 498 Director
Although they only chatted briefly, after that, Kanna and Furong's relationship began to develop rapidly at an incredible speed.
Even five minutes later, Kyle, who was standing in the middle, was ruthlessly driven away. He was reduced from having the best seat that all the boys envied to having to sit with Mikel.
Looking at Kanna who was talking to Furong, Kyle always felt that she was a little different from usual, and her expression was a little... artificial.
But Kyle pretended not to see anything and just lowered his head to eat the large piece of steak and French fish soup that had just come out of the plate.
Because if he dared to say it, even if he just expressed a little bit of this meaning, he would definitely die... well, in every sense.
So Kyle wisely chose to concentrate on eating.
Not to mention, the French-style food was quite delicious, especially the fish soup, which tasted almost the same as what he had eaten at Nicolas Flamel's house.
Maybe there are house-elfs from France in the kitchen, and I can ask them if I can add this dish to the daily menu to replace corn soup.
In addition to the mixed fish soup, many of the desserts that followed were things I had never seen before.
Kyle set his eyes on a piece of white French vanilla almond panna cotta, but before he could take it, Kanna pushed the panna cotta to Furong.
"This is for the guests... Don't you like Yorkshire puddings?"
Furong just smiled, without any intention of giving in.
Okay... I can't afford to offend.
Kyle sighed and could only pick another piece of pudding at random.
Twenty minutes later, when the golden plates were shining as new again, Dumbledore stood up again.
An atmosphere of excitement and nervousness began to spread in the auditorium.
"The moment has finally arrived!" Dumbledore said happily, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I would like to explain a few things first, and then..."
"boom!"
At this moment, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and two people walked in one after the other.
"I hope we are not late, Dumbledore." came an all too familiar voice.
Kyle looked blankly at Chris who was walking in front, not understanding why he was there.
"What a pity you missed such a wonderful banquet," said Dumbledore. "The French food was excellent."
"Oh, shit." Chris said in annoyance. "There's been a lot going on in the department lately, and I was only notified to come here ten minutes ago."
"I understand. Fortunately, you have caught up with the most important step," said Dumbledore.
Then he turned to the crowd, "Please allow me to introduce these two guests to everyone, because some people don't know them yet. This is Mr. Chris Chopper, Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic..."
There was applause in the hall, with Fred and George applauding the most enthusiastically. Ginny and Ron were almost standing on the table.
"He's Kyle's father." Ron explained to Hermione and Harry beside him, "He's a very easygoing man, and he remembers each of our birthdays. The only new robe I have is given by him."
Harry nodded. He only knew that Kyle's father also worked in the Ministry of Magic, but no one had ever said that he was a director...which was a very high position.
"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Sports and Sport at the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore continued.
On the Hufflepuff side, Kyle was confused.
Director...Chris got promoted?
But that shouldn't be the case. The replacement of the Director of the Ministry of Magic is a big deal, second only to the election of ministers. The Daily Prophet will definitely mention it.
But he has read all the recent newspapers, and these things are not found in them.
Or did Dumbledore think this introduction was more respectable?
While Kyle was guessing, Dumbledore had already introduced the members of the judging panel, namely Chris, Ludo, and three headmasters including himself.
At the same time, the side door of the hall was opened, and Filch walked in holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels and looking very old.
The students watched in fascination as Filch placed the box on a table in front of the head table.
"There are three specific events in this year's Warriors Competition, which will be held at different times throughout the school year... They will test the warriors from different aspects... magical talent... courage... reasoning ability... and of course the ability to overcome danger..."
The auditorium fell silent, as if everyone was holding their breath.
Dumbledore continued calmly, "And the one responsible for selecting the champions is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire!"
Dumbledore took out his wand, tapped the box three times, and pulled out a crudely carved wooden goblet with blue and white flames.
"Anyone who aspires to become a warrior can submit their name, and the Goblet of Fire will select the warrior it thinks best represents the three schools tomorrow on Halloween night.
Of course, I'm referring to students who are old enough. Later I will draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire to block those students who are not old enough.