Chapter 462 The Barbarian From France

"Aiwen, Qiu seems to care about you..." Hermione said suspiciously.

She remembered the conversation she had with Ginny last night. Ginny said that there are many girls in school who have a crush on Ivan.

Among them was Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang. She had long felt that something was wrong with the two of them.

Maybe, I should follow Ginny's suggestion, hurry up and talk to Ivan...

Hermione blushed as she thought about this, and the things that happened last night appeared in her mind.

She approached Ai Wen like a curious kitten.

Although Hermione looked cute now, Ivan didn't dare to be careless.

He knew that his answer must satisfy Hermione, otherwise, she might turn into a lion from a kitten at any time.

But, how should Hermione answer this question? !

What she said was right, Qiu really cared about herself, and she even only talked to him when she came here just now.

Aiwen can't say yes, and he can't say no, it's a rhythm that gets darker as he explains.

If possible, he would like to find time to talk to Hermione alone again, just like last night...

Just then, a large group of teenagers who had never been seen before approached and diverted everyone's attention.

"Look, who are they?" Harry asked, "They're definitely not from Hogwarts, maybe students from the other wizarding school that Sirius said, just don't know where?"

"Beauxbatons!" whispered Hermione.

"How do you know?" Harry looked at her in surprise.

"They all have Beauxbatons' school coat of arms on them, I saw it in the "European Evaluation of Magical Education"." Hermione said, "That's what it looks like, two golden crossed wands, each wand Three stars popped out of the sky."

"They are indeed Beauxbaton's students!" Ivan followed up.

He still seems to have a little impression of one of the guys. After he took the initiative to provoke him more than two months ago, he was taught a bad lesson by himself.

He hoped that the previous experience in the Beauxbaton Auditorium would teach the other party enough lessons.

But Aiwen's expectations fell through. After seeing him, the group of Beauxbaton's students on the opposite side immediately surrounded him.

They still remember that incident. Aiwen fought against the entire Beauxbaton students by himself, and evacuated safely after making a fuss.

This is a great shame to Beauxbaton.

That night, many people wanted to teach Ivan a lesson, but no one could find him in the end.

Now that they meet Aiwen here, they will naturally not let it go.

"What the hell are these guys doing, they seem agitated!" said Ron uneasily. "What are they talking about?"

"There's something wrong, we'd better be careful!" Harry added.

Beauxbaton's students surrounded Aiwen and his party in the middle, yelling aggressively in French.

Aiwen knew that it must be something like wanting to apologize or curse.

He saw that many people on the opposite side had already pulled out their wands, and the battle was about to start.

With Aiwen's current strength, he is naturally not afraid of these guys.

If possible, he is sure to knock down all opponents within a few seconds.

For the wizards with a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, it is necessary to use huge magic power to suppress them.

This method is simple and straightforward, and the effect is even better than using spells.

But Ivan didn't take out his wand. He knew that the camp was now full of officials from the Ministry of Magic.

They were patrolling around to maintain order, nervous as hell, for fear of being discovered by Muggles in case of any accident.

Sure enough, before the two parties could do anything, a wizard from the Ministry of Magic Apparated beside them.

"Children, I hope you are not preparing for a fight. Little wizards are not allowed to use magic outside the school!" Gather here."

The little wizards of Beauxbatons looked at each other and left unwillingly!

The look on their faces before they left seemed to tell Ivan that this matter was far from over.

However, Ivan didn't care at all.

In the face of absolute strength, no amount of people can escape the fate of being crushed.

Even though Aiwen was cursed and unable to use a lot of magic power, he dared to fight the entire Beauxbaton students.

Now that he has regained his strength, and with the help of the Sorcerer's Stone, it goes without saying.

The brief contact made Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's impression of Beauxbatons significantly worse.

Ron even directly called these guys barbarians from France.

This kind of thing cannot be generalized, and it is fair to say that Beauxbaton's girls are not bad.

Especially Fleur, and her sister Gabriel, and those passionate French girls.

On the way back, Aiwen told about his previous troubles with Beauxbaton, which made everyone amazed.

They all admire Aiwen's courage and strength, but after thinking about it, they feel nothing strange.

In their impression, there is nothing Aiwen can't do.

By the time they got back to the tent, Mr. Weasley and Sirius had already started a fire outside the tent.

The house elf Kreacher kept throwing firewood inside, complaining that Mr. Weasley wouldn't let him use the tent's stove.

It was more than an hour before they had fried eggs and boiled sausages ready for lunch.

Only then did Fred and George return, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrived from the Burrow.

Everyone gathered around the campfire, eating eggs and sausages, and the atmosphere was pleasant and relaxed.

Halfway through his meal, Mr. Weasley jumped up suddenly, smiling and waving to a man striding up.

"Look, the most important person at the moment, Ludo!" he shouted.

Everyone's attention was focused on the wizard who had just appeared in front of them.

This wizard is the most eye-catching person Ivan has ever seen, even the old Archie in printed pajamas can't compare to him.

He was lively and energetic, and he wore a long Quidditch robe.

On the top is a wide horizontal line of the same yellow and black, with a huge wasp printed on the chest like splashed ink.

It can be seen that his physique was very strong before, but now he has started to decline.

The robe was stretched tightly on her big belly, which was very fat.

His nose was squashed, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and flushed face made him look like an oversized boy.

"Ahoy!" Bagman exclaimed happily.

He walked and jumped, as if springs were installed under the soles of his feet, and he was obviously in a state of extreme excitement. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: