Chapter 392 Fleur Delacour

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On Dumbledore's right, sitting in the seat of honor is the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Mrs. Maxime, a very big woman.

In this life, Ivan has only seen one person whose size can be compared with hers, and that is Hagrid. There is almost no difference in height between the two of them.

Ivan knew that it was because they were all half-blood giants!

However, he couldn't say why, maybe it was just because he was used to Hagrid, in his opinion, Mrs. Maxime seemed even more bizarre.

By the candlelight above, he noticed that Madame Maxime had a very handsome olive face.

A pair of black and big watery eyes, and a very pointed nose.

Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck.

She shone from head to toe in a black satin dress, with many rich opals gleaming around her neck and in her thick fingers.

With an elegant smile on her face, Mrs. Maxim politely looked at Sirius who had just entered the auditorium, and invited him to take a seat on the vacant seat on her right.

In the auditorium, equally as eye-catching as her was Fleur Delacour, who sat at the head of the student seat.

She has bright silver hair as long as a waterfall, and she looks very beautiful.

She looked like a grown-up version of Gabriel, a veela-like resemblance.

With azure blue eyes and very neat and white teeth, all men can be tempted by their appearance alone.

Probably because of regular exercise, Fu Rong has a good figure.

Her skin is wheat-colored, and she looks particularly healthy. Although she is wearing a uniform school uniform, she is still the most special one among all Beauxbatons students.

Needless to say, when Ivan's gaze moved away from Madam Maxim, he fell on Fleur almost immediately, amazed at her beauty.

There is an empty seat beside Furong, which is specially reserved for Ivan.

After Sirius was invited to the guest table by Madam Maxim, she stood up with a smile, walked gracefully to Ivan, and invited him to sit down.

"Hello, Ivan Mason!" Fleur reached out to shake Ivan's hand, and said with a stern smile, "My name is Fleur Delacour, it's an honor to meet you!"

She spoke English with a slight French accent.

Fleur's voice sounds very special, slightly hoarse.

"Thank you, I'm also very glad to meet you." Ai Wen hurriedly responded, followed Fu Rong to the seat beside her and sat down.

Before they had time to talk again, Madame Maxime had already stood up and was about to speak.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and our distinguished guests!" Madame Maxime said with a smile, and motioned to Dumbledore beside her, "Tonight, with great joy, we , to welcome Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world, and his party from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

There was applause in the auditorium, and all Beauxbaton's students stood up when Madam Maxime spoke.

They raised their necks and looked sideways at Dumbledore, hoping to see his appearance clearly.

But when Mrs. Maxim said that Dumbledore was the greatest wizard in the world, Ivan obviously heard a sneer that was undoubtedly sarcasm.

He turned his head and saw a few senior students looking at him provocatively with arrogance and disdain on their faces, as if wondering what he would do.

For this kind of person, Ivan will always ignore it directly.

He turned his head back as if he didn't see them.

Behind him, a look of disappointment flashed across the faces of those guys. They frowned and looked at each other, surprised that Ivan was indifferent.

Furong saw the changes in the expressions of several people, but she still looked calm and composed.

Her blue eyes stared at Ivan, as if she didn't notice anything unusual.

Alvin looked at her, she smiled and blinked.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Aiwen can feel that Fleur's popularity in Beauxbatons is not very good.

Her classmates, especially the girls, were all a little alienated from her, keeping a distance on purpose.

But at least, so far, she still has goodwill towards Ivan.

Or more accurately, very interested.

At the guest table, Mrs. Maxim has finished speaking.

She didn't sit down in a hurry, but took out her wand and waved it lightly.

The brisk music sounded from nowhere, and all Beauxbaton students began to sing, the voice became louder and louder, and the auditorium was immersed in an ocean of music.

They sang French songs, which Ivan couldn't understand.

However, he could feel the tune getting lighter and lighter.

The song is full of rich French sentiments, like some tavern ditty, and it is pleasant to listen to.

A few minutes later, after the singing had ended, Madame Maxime motioned for everyone to sit down.

The banquet officially started, and there were rich French dishes on the empty plates, and all kinds of them were placed in front of Ai Wen, and he was not sure which one to taste first.

"You can try this, French bouillabaisse, it tastes delicious. It's an authentic French recipe. It's hard to find in the UK. You'll like it." Fu Rong said, pointing to a plate in front of Ivan It's like a hodgepodge of seafood.

"Thank you!" Ai Wen filled a bowl for himself, and asked uncertainly, "The song just now sounds very nice, is it your school song?"

"It is indeed Beauxbaton's school song, we will sing it every time the semester starts or when there are important events." Fleur frowned and said, "But I don't like it, the tune seems very light, but the lyrics are very tragic. This song is handed down from the Middle Ages, how to say, the style is a bit dark..."

After the miscellaneous fish soup, Ivan began to taste a weird dessert. He didn't know the name of this dish because he had never seen it before.

"Ewen, can I call you that?!" Fu Rong said with a smile, "In fact, I often hear my little sister talk about you, you are her idol."

"We are friends of the faith and have written to each other regularly since Christmas."

Ivan turned his head and glanced at Gabriel. The little girl was looking at him, and immediately lowered her head when she met his gaze.

He smiled at Fang Furong and said, "He mentioned you in the previous letter."

"Oh, what did she say?" Fu Rong asked with interest.

"She called you the best sister in the world!" Ivan repeated Gabriel's original words, making Fleur laugh out loud.

Overall, the two of them got along quite happily.

The expressions of the other people on the long table were not so good, not to mention the provocative students.

Most of the remaining people also expressed dissatisfaction with Furong's monopoly on Aiwen.

Fu Rong also ignored all such gazes.

Aiwen's feeling just now came true, and Furong got along very unhappy with her classmates.

She seems to be like this usually, she seems to be extraordinarily self-aware. (To be continued.)

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