Chapter 402 Fleur Delacour
"You can try this, French snails with white wine and this fried scallops with foie gras sauce, both are the most authentic French methods, which are hard to find in other places. They are delicious and I believe you will like them."
"Thank you." Fan Lin nodded. Although he is an out-and-out foodie, he should still maintain his demeanor at this time.
After taking a scallop, he praised the deliciousness of these French dishes to Furong, and the banquet belonging to Beauxbatons officially began.
"Uh, Furong... Sorry, can I call you that?" Fan Lin said.
"Of course." Furong smiled, "Actually, I have heard of you. You are famous in Hogwarts."
"Have you heard of me?" Fan Lin couldn't help but feel very different.
"Of course, Madam Maxime told me, so naturally I know something about you."
"I'm curious about how Madam Maxime introduced me to you, can you tell me about it?" Fanlin asked, although he knew that Madam Maxime must know something about him, but...
"This is not a secret, especially for you." Furong said, "Defeating the mountain monster in the first grade, solving the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts in the second grade, and Professor Snape's guidance..."
Fanlin was shocked. He didn't expect Madam Maxime to be able to discover so many things about him. Although this is not a secret in Hogwarts, Fanlin still felt a little surprised.
"I remember that you were the leader of the melee between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I'm very curious, how could you provoke a war between the two colleges at such a young age?"
"Is this a black history?" Fanlin said, "There will always be a time of youth and frivolity."
Hearing this, Furong laughed. This seemed very funny to Furong. A third-grade wizard actually said the word youth and frivolity.
"You look very young now, little brother." Furong teased, "It seems that you have been in contact with those professors more, and then you unconsciously imitate the professors' tone of voice."
"Okay, I admit that this is very interesting. You are more interesting than I thought." Furong said. She looked very happy, and her bright smile also attracted the attention of boys.
However, the girls were not as friendly to Furong as expected. Fanlin could clearly feel that the girls around him deliberately wanted to stay away from Furong.
This was also good. Fanlin was happy and free. Although Furong treated him like a little brother, it did not hinder the communication between the two of them.
"The song just now was good. Is it your school song?" Fanlin said. He liked the school song just now very much. At least it was much better than Hogwarts's. There was no harm without comparison, which was not unreasonable.
"It is indeed our school song. Whenever there is something important, we will sing it, but..." Furong frowned slightly.
"But what?" Fan Lin asked, "I think that song is pretty nice."
"I don't like that song. Although the tune is very lively, the oldest version is a song similar to sobbing. The style and lyrics are very dark. It is a song that has been passed down since the Middle Ages."
"The Hogwarts school song is similar." Fan Lin said, "It was also passed down a long time ago, but I still don't remember how to sing the Hogwarts school song. So far, I haven't heard a complete song with the same tune in Hogwarts."
"The same..." Furong looked at Fan Lin with some amusement, "How is it possible? Even if you haven't learned it, you should be able to sing it in unison if you sing it in chorus, but..."
"You have to be able to sing it," Fan Lin said, covering his face. It has to be said that this is a very embarrassing thing.
"Ten people can sing the school song in seven or eight different tones, but I played it myself and it felt pretty good."
"Play, you can play an instrument?"
"Piano, I practiced every day before, but now I don't have enough time."
"That's great." Fleur said, "My grandmother likes this instrument very much, and she once taught me."
"As far as I know, your grandmother..."
"Yes, it's a Veela." Fleur smiled, "My wand is also made of my grandmother's hair, and Gabriel, my lovely little sister."
Fleur looked very happy, but Fanlin knew very well what kind of person Fleur was, at least that little bit of arrogance has always been maintained on Fleur's face.
This may be the reason why Fleur has a bad relationship with the people around her, but Fleur can sit in this position, which also proves that she is good enough, at least, in terms of strength, there is no doubt.
The warrior of the Beauxbatons Triwizard Tournament, this is a good gimmick, no one can deny Fleur's strength.
Just as Barty Crouch Jr. said, Fleur is a dangerous and charming character, just like him...
Well, Vanlin really doesn't agree with the latter sentence. At least, before he came into contact with this genius Death Eater, Barty Crouch Jr., he couldn't make any competent inferences about it.
Speaking of Gabrielle, Fleur's face was full of love. At least, there were no disputes between her and Gabrielle like those between Muggle sisters. The well-behaved Gabrielle always received the maximum care from Fleur.
Maybe it was because Gabrielle was still young, but the excellence of her Veela bloodline still made Fanlin spot Gabrielle at a glance.
That was the direction that Fleur pointed out, as if she was showing off her baby. In fact, because Gabrielle was still smiling, the temptation of her Veela bloodline had not been fully released.
Even so, Gabrielle was very attractive, like a little angel.
Gabrielle was much more popular than Fleur. At least in Fanlin's opinion, the boys and girls around her all liked Gabrielle very much.
Maybe Fleur should learn from Gabrielle, put down her arrogance, and then become more lovely?
At least in this way, Fleur's status among boys will become higher. However, even so, Fleur is still like a goddess among the boys in Beauxbatons.
At least, Fanlin can feel that many boys are very dissatisfied with the fact that Fleur has occupied Fleur for such a long time, while the girls are the same, except that Fleur's position should be replaced by Fleur.
Well, this is really bloody. (To be continued)