It was still the break between classes, and the Beauxbatons students had probably taken the chance to come down from the giant carriage for some fresh air.
Among them, of course, was Fleur Delacour. Perhaps because of the Veela blood in her, her every move always drew the attention of those around her.
Several boys immediately changed direction and hurried toward Fleur Delacour.
"That's Fleur..." Michael Corner shrieked, sucking in an incredulous breath. "She's looking at me! She's walking toward me!"
"Michael's dreaming again..." Anthony Goldstein sighed helplessly. "Ever since Beauxbatons came to Hogwarts, he's been calling Fleur Delacour's name in his sleep all the time."
Under normal circumstances, if Michael had heard Anthony say that, he would definitely have argued back;
Unfortunately, Michael's mind was now entirely on Fleur Delacour, and he seemed not to have heard what Anthony was saying at all.
"But Michael doesn't seem to be wrong..." Chris Moen raised a hand and pointed toward the distant giant carriage. "Fleur really is walking toward us..."
Those boys had also run up beside Fleur Delacour and were gesturing wildly as they said something.
Fleur Delacour's expression was very calm, like the occasional gusts of wind that blew past, as if she had long since grown used to this sort of thing.
Seeing Fleur Delacour getting closer and closer, Michael gritted his teeth and said, "No! I have to take the initiative! Opportunities only come to those who are prepared!"
In the short time Michael was speaking, Fleur Delacour shook her head at those boys;
The smiles on the boys' faces vanished, replaced by dejected expressions, and they left with their shoulders drooping.
"Prepare what?" Hearing Michael's words, Vizet's gaze pulled away from Hogwarts Voice with difficulty.
The Alchemy paper provided by Beauxbatons was extremely fascinating. It did