The professors and headmasters at the High Table all had their own worries, while the students at the long tables below were in a state of noisy commotion.
But smiles still lingered on the students' faces. Clearly, they hadn't been affected by what had happened at the judges' table on the day of the Six-Wizard Tournament, and they had no idea what had happened during that time.
Only Pheobe had learned quite a few important things, but she had kept her promise to Harley and hadn't let any of that information slip.
At that moment, Pheobe sat beside Harley with a worried expression, quietly trying to persuade her:
"Harley, have you really not considered transferring to Beauxbatons to finish your studies? Madame Maxime said she'd be more than happy to accept you."
"And Mr. Nicolas Flamel is also willing to teach you Alchemy himself. Your studies wouldn't suffer much compared to staying at Hogwarts."
"Now that Voldemort, the British Dark Lord, has returned, and he holds a grudge against you."
"He's in hiding, while you're out in the open. How can you keep your guard up against him all the time?"
"So Britain is far too dangerous for you now. You really should consider it and leave yourself a way out."
Gabrielle, sitting beside them, didn't know exactly what had happened, but she nodded again and again, hoping Harley would go to Beauxbatons.
On Harley's other side, Hermione was listening closely to their conversation.
When she heard Pheobe's suggestion, she glared at her with puffed-out cheeks, but, for once, didn't argue.
After all, everything Pheobe had said was true, and her suggestion was a fairly sensible option, considering Harley's circumstances.
Unfortunately, Harley shook her head and rejected Pheobe with resolute conviction. "Sorry, Pheobe, I'm not going to Beauxbatons."
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