Chapter 417 Holiday Arrangements

"What's wrong?" Furong couldn't help but smile when she saw Fanlin's face change.

"Nothing." Fanlin shook his head. He didn't want to say anything more to Furong. If he mentioned Hermione, who knows what Furong would think of. Furong's imagination is still powerful.

"Really?" Furong suspected.

"It's really nothing. I just suddenly thought of a homework I had to do before."

"Homework?" Furong rolled her eyes. It was obvious that Fanlin didn't intend to tell her.

"By the way, didn't you say that this semester is over? What's wrong?" Fanlin asked. He looked at Furong. Furong didn't wear the Beauxbatons uniform when she came here today.

"Are you leaving?" Fanlin asked.

"Nonsense."

"Okay..." Fanlin smiled embarrassedly. It was obvious that Furong came to say goodbye to him.

"Is that your reaction?" Furong said unhappily. Fanlin sat back and packed up the books on the table.

"Then how can I react? You know, I'm here to learn alchemy, and there's no way I can leave here, at least not before Nicolas Flamel's consent."

Fan Lin said, as if he was too lazy to sort the books with his hands. He lightly tapped with his fingers, and under the effect of magic, the books were naturally sorted.

A very practical sorting spell, at least, can help him save a lot of time.

"So, how do you plan your vacation?" Fan Lin asked, he stood up and stretched his muscles, and his body was a little stiff after a long period of concentrated study.

"I don't know yet, no matter what, I have to send Gabriel home first, and then we'll talk about it later, but what are you going to do?" Furong asked.

"Me?" Fan Lin was slightly stunned. To be honest, he really didn't know how to arrange it.

Dumbledore said before he came that he would be responsible for Fan Lin's vacation arrangements. In fact, since coming to Hogwarts to study, Fan Lin rarely returned to his home.

Dumbledore was not as reliable as imagined. Since arriving at Beauxbatons, except for the first night, Fanlin had not seen Dumbledore for four months.

Did he abandon him?

Then he spent four months alone in Beauxbatons.

If Nicolas Flamel had not taught him a lot of things, Fanlin would have gone crazy. Communication was a very serious problem.

It seemed that he would spend some time in Beauxbatons, follow Nicolas Flamel, and then...

Fanlin suddenly felt a little confused. He didn't know what to do next.

"I will probably stay in Beauxbatons for a while." Fanlin said, "After all, there are still many things to learn."

"But, you won't get tired?" Furong said, "This intensity of study, even for me, whether physically or mentally..."

"Sometimes I feel a little tired, but that's not bad." Fanlin said, "After all, it's always useful to really learn something."

"Okay." Furong nodded, "In fact, I came to say goodbye to you, but if I leave, you should feel much more relaxed."

"That's true. After all, being criticized every day is not a good thing."

"Disappoint?"

"A Chinese word that describes a good relationship between friends." Fanlin said with a guilty conscience.

"Okay." Furong nodded. She didn't know Fanlin could speak Chinese.

"By the way," Fanlin said, "Quidditch World Cup, you and Gabriel..."

"Maybe you will go, but I'm not very interested in Quidditch, and neither is Gabriel."

"Okay." Fanlin nodded, "I'll take you out."

The two walked side by side through the Beauxbatons campus. In fact, it was already afternoon, and most of the students in Beauxbatons had already evacuated. At least, the young lady who was persistently pursuing Fanlin did not appear at the school gate of Beauxbatons.

After Fanlin escaped the limelight for a while, although the hostility of the boys in Beauxbatons did not dissipate, at least they would not take the initiative to cause trouble for Fanlin.

Such a Beauxbatons campus is still quite pleasing to the eye, with beautiful scenery, suitable temperature, and the kind of youthful vitality revealed by the environment that Hogwarts does not have.

Fanlin still likes it here, at least he is very happy to bring Hermione to see it, but whether Mr. Granger is willing to put Hermione in France is still a matter of discussion.

But whether Fanlin has the courage to say it is another question.

Well, this is indeed difficult.

However, for the fourth grade dance, Fanlin is not going to give Hermione to that idiot Krum.

This is a matter of principle.

"Okay, let's just send her here." Fleur smiled, holding Gabrielle's hand, looking like a big sister.

"It can only be here, otherwise, we will have to leave Beauxbatons." Fanlin said, it felt strange, he was a student of Hogwarts, and then stood at the school gate to send the students of Beauxbatons off school...

"Next time it will be your turn to welcome me, and Gabrielle." Fleur smiled, she waved to Fanlin.

"Then, goodbye?"

"It can only be like this, maybe we can meet again at the Quidditch World Cup."

"Goodbye!"

Watching the two leave, the scene that should have been sad became a little funny because of the different characters, environment and location.

Well, he really didn't feel anything. It was more important to write back to Hermione than to send Fleur.

"How is it, it feels strange?" Nicolas Flamel's voice suddenly sounded from behind Fan Lin, which scared Fan Lin.

He had to complain about this way of appearance, whether it was Nicolas Flamel or Dumbledore.

Well, it must be admitted that this has a kind of unfathomable style.

"It feels strange, as if I am the student of Beauxbatons."

"I did tell Dumbledore to let you turn around, but it seems that you don't want to."

"Uh..." Fan Lin was a little speechless. He is now Nicolas Flamel's student, and it is obviously not convenient to refuse his teacher's words.

"Regarding your spell, how is it going?" Nicolas Flamel said, and he also saw Fan Lin's embarrassment.

"The image spell has been initially completed, but the limitations are still relatively large, just like those silver items."

"I am surprised that you can do this. This is no easier than making a new alchemical product. It seems that you can go further than me, at least in terms of magic. When I was in my teens, I didn't have the strength you have now." (To be continued)