Madame Maxime and Viktor both left Amosta's office.
Before stepping out, both of them looked back at Amosta and Fleur on the sofa.
Madame Maxime was mainly looking at Fleur. Her gaze was filled with tenderness; evidently, she had long known about Fleur's feelings for Amosta.
The emotions in Viktor's eyes were much simpler. He was somewhat worried that Fleur had volunteered to stay behind because she wanted to ask Professor Breen for additional information about the final task.
Click—
Once the lock mechanism snapped shut, the office fell silent for a while.
Fleur sat gracefully on the sofa. Her gaze upon Amosta held both the blazing fervor of flames and the gentle softness of a flowing stream.
"If you're hoping to get extra information about the task from me, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Fleur."
Amosta leaned back against the soft sofa, his long fingers interlaced as he smiled gently at Fleur.
"I haven't had the chance to congratulate you yet—"
Of course, Fleur did not believe that Amosta truly suspected her of trying to pry for information. It was merely a joke.
She wrinkled her fair, delicate nose slightly. Her silver hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders, and her clear blue eyes showed no attempt to conceal her admiration for Amosta.
"You've solved another crisis for Hogwarts. I've never met a wizard like you—it's as though nothing in the world can stump you!"
The corners of Amosta's lips shifted in a restrained smile.
He neither modestly denied it nor followed the topic Fleur had raised any further. He merely nodded his thanks with grace before changing the subject.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Fleur?"
Having spent so much time around Amosta, Fleur had grown used to his habit of changing the subject