Chapter 407 Furong Is Indeed Troublesome

"What did you find?" Fleur said.

"A formation is very magical. I haven't made any substantial discoveries yet." Fan Lin said without looking back, "In fact, the techniques from Professor Nicoléme are always very difficult to compare." Crack.”

"I don't know if it was the work of Professor Nicoléme," Fleur smiled, "but I do think you might be in some trouble."

"Trouble?" Fan Lin was stunned. He didn't know what happened, but after a while, the crowd coming out of the castle and the French voice coming from far and near woke him up again.

The originally nice-sounding French became more and more noisy as the crowd gathered, and at the same time, the French sound became worse and worse. Fanlin felt that the surroundings were in a mess, which was very important for his research. Very bad.

"What happened?" Fan Lin frowned slightly and asked Furong who was standing aside.

"Just some simple greetings." Fleur smiled, obviously she was not telling the truth.

"Sister..." Gabrielle pouted. Obviously Fleur's attitude did not mean that Gabrielle thought the same.

"Okay, okay, I know you are kind." Fleur pinched Gabrielle's nose lovingly.

"I'm not wrong. Most of them are simple greetings. There are also some beautiful girls asking if you have time in the evening. Of course, there are also some boys..."

This was in the Beauxbatons courtyard, and there was no need to abide by the Beauxbatons banquet rules. The banquet was already over, and everyone crowded over speaking fluent French.

Fan Lin saw some young ladies he had met during the day, and he couldn't help but panic when he left.

"Can we not let them get so close?" Fan Lin whispered. In his eyes, these enthusiastic young ladies are much scarier than those boring boys.

Fan Lin vaguely heard some English, but English with a French accent is always very strange. Not everyone is Furong.

"Now is not the time to worry about those enthusiastic young ladies." Furong leaned close to Fan Lin's ear, which made Fan Lin's body stiff again. "The key is, those boys, I think, they really want to have a duel with you. You should know that this is inevitable."

Furong gently blew a breath into Fan Lin's ear, which immediately ignited the anger of the boys, and of course, the anger of some girls.

"Sister, you should be more disciplined." Gabrielle said with a smile, "You shouldn't cause Fan Lin so much trouble."

"I'm just giving him another chance to prove himself." Furong said with interest.

"Come here, Gabrielle." Furong switched to French, but Fanlin probably understood what Furong meant.

It's nothing to just come and provoke him. This is what Fanlin expected.

However, when it turned into the situation before them, all the boys became excited. A large part of it was thanks to Furong's unpretentious hatred for Fanlin.

Fanlin didn't feel the goddess's kiss at all, and now he was going to eat the evil consequences that Fu Rong had prepared for him.

What kind of logic is this?

Fan Lin wanted to explain something clearly, but the language barrier and the noise of the crowd obviously would not give him such a chance.

Gabrielle seemed to want to rush out to protect Fan Lin, but Fleur was not a vegetarian.

I don’t know what Furong said, but she persuaded our little angel in just a few words.

With the way things were going, Fanlin didn't need anyone to translate at all. He saw a familiar face.

Our unlucky Mr. Brown came out to the cheers of the crowd, waving his magic wand, and it seemed that Mr. Brown was very popular among the boys.

After all, Dumbledore didn't just ask for leave. He had completely mastered apparation in the fifth grade, and Fan Lin had only just come into contact with it now.

It seemed that Mr. Brown had planned long ago to step on Fanlin hard and then show off his power in front of the goddess to impress the goddess.

Many melon-eating people have already hugged their shoulders. They don't think Fanlin can make a big splash under Brown's hands. He is a third-grade kid, and Brown is already in fifth grade.

To be precise, according to Beauxbatons' algorithm, Brown has already entered the seventh grade. Even if he is an exchange student, Brown can steadily crush Fan Lin based on the age gap.

"Hey, kid." Brown spoke awkward English. This English was really bad, with a strong French flavor?

"I think you should know how to respect others, Mr. Brown Flemings." Fan Lin said lightly. Since others don't respect him, he doesn't mind stepping on them.

He had stepped on Tom Riddle, not to mention a seventh-grade Beauxbatons student.

"Hey, kid, listen..." Brown was a little annoyed. Being lectured by a kid was obviously not what he wanted.

"I tell you, there is nothing here, Professor Nicolas Flamel, or Principal Dumbledore, so I think you should be more respectful to your seniors."

"Senior?" Fan Lin smiled, "Sorry, I think I am a student of Hogwarts, so I have nothing to do with you...?"

The people around me thought of a burst of boos. Apparently this was not just for Fanlin, but also for Brown. Standard English could still be understood, which also aroused a burst of applause from the young ladies.

"Damn it." Brown seemed to be angry and said a lot of French. Then Fanlin saw the wand in Brown's hand light up.

This was a very ungraceful act, but Brown still gave Fanlin a long time to prepare.

But this was not intentional. He was showing off his spell to the people around him to attract everyone's attention and feel an inexplicable sense of accomplishment?

Fanlin knew why Furong looked down on our Mr. Brown. It was possible that Mr. Brown had never entered Furong's sight.

Fanlin should not be surprised at all.

But Gabrielle was very surprised. It seemed that she did not expect someone to attack Fanlin directly.

"Wait a minute, you can't do this." Gabrielle shouted, but Gabrielle used French, and Fanlin could not understand what Gabrielle was saying.

But Fanlin was still very ashamed to let a little angel help him block the spell.

Brown did not seem to have any intention of stopping. A red light came out from the front of his wand, and then a pebble from the fountain flew towards Fanlin. (To be continued)