" Xiao Buli, tell me, do you think your sister will ever find a man as good as me?" Draco asked.
Gabrielle tilted her head and thought about it seriously for a moment, then said in a solemn tone, "Yes! My sister is so beautiful, she can definitely find someone even more amazing than you!"
Hermione burst out laughing on the spot, "Did you hear that? Even the kids aren't on your side."
Pheobe was amused and gently put her arm around her sister, teasingly saying, "Did you hear that, Mr. Malfoy? I'm looking for someone even better than you."
Draco snorted, pulled Hermione close, and said smugly, "Anyway, the best one already belongs to your sister Hermione."
Hermione blushed and secretly pinched his waist.
Pheobe gently brushed her wind-blown blonde hair aside and asked, "How long do you plan to stay in France?"
Hermione took a bite of her French crepe and said between chews, "I don't know, maybe they've had enough fun and don't want to play anymore, so they'll go home."
Draco, who had been casually wiping his fingers, suddenly brightened up upon hearing this, as if he had instantly come up with a brilliant idea.
"Oh, right, Pheobe, could you take us into Beauxbatons? We'd like to see how your France magic school differs from Hogwarts."
Hermione immediately looked expectant; she had never seen a magic school other than Hogwarts.
Pheobe shook her head and said, "No, Principal Madame Maxime is extremely concerned with privacy and pomp."
She would never allow a Britain student to wander around the fountain garden like Muggle tourist; it would damage the school's 'aristocratic' image.
"Is it that difficult? Well, I'm going to give it a try. Tell me, how are you going to handle Madame Maxime?"
Pheobe looked at Draco, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's not that hard, you can do it."
"Me?" Draco was taken aback.
"Yes," Pheobe nodded, "Just show your noble lineage and display your Pure-blood family name, Malfoy."
" Madame Maxime places great importance on social standing; as long as your family is of high enough status, you can get in."
Hermione frowned slightly upon hearing the words " Pure-blood " and gently tugged at Draco.
" Draco, don't bring this up. It's nothing to brag about."
She disliked his use of lineage as a stepping stone, and even more so, she disliked Beauxbatons ' outdated rules.
Draco patted Hermione's hand to comfort her.
"Besides this, if Hermione can't go, I can't go alone either," Draco asked.
"Yes! If we're going, we should all go together! We can't leave Hermione behind!" Gabrielle's eyes were full of agreement.
Pheobe then continued with the second point, "The second is to provide rare resources."
"Give her a rare Magical Creatures, like a unicorn cub or Fire Crab. She's a Care of Magical Creatures with a collecting obsession with rare species."
"That makes perfect sense," Draco said confidently.
Hermione asked in surprise:
"You... you have a rare Magical Creatures?"
Pheobe was also somewhat surprised.
Even though the Malfoy family is wealthy, they can't just casually produce a treasure like a unicorn cub.
Gabrielle's mouth gaped open, and she looked at him with eyes full of adoration.
Draco cleared his throat. "I don't have any right now, but my father can take care of it."
Gabrielle immediately let out a small exclamation. "Wow, Draco, your dad is amazing! He can get anything!"
Pheobe smiled helplessly and offered her last suggestion, "Actually, forging a letter of recommendation from Dumbledore, with fancy handwriting, and claiming it's for an 'international magical education exchange,' could also work."
Upon hearing the word "forgery," Gabrielle nervously covered her mouth, her little brows furrowing. "Sister! Forging letters is wrong!"
She was taught manners from a young age and takes these kinds of things very seriously.
But Draco didn't care at all; he agreed, saying, "You know, that's actually a good idea."
"Silly girl," Pheobe said, her tone slightly coaxing.
"My sister was just casually suggesting a solution; she wasn't really going to do it. Madame Maxime is very perceptive; a forged letter wouldn't fool her at all. I was just saying it casually."
As she spoke, she gently flicked Gabrielle's nose, adding, "Rules must be followed, of course. I won't teach you to do such opportunistic things."
Upon hearing this, Gabrielle's tense little face slowly relaxed, and she nodded her head, relieved. "That's good. If the principal found out, I would definitely be scolded."
"Then why did you give me a suggestion?" Draco said with a deadpan expression.
"What if you can actually get your hands on the real thing?" Pheobe said with a smile.
Draco's lips curled into a smile, and he said confidently, "You know what, I actually can do it."
Pheobe's smile froze instantly, surprise flashing in her eyes. She seemed somewhat incredulous, then chuckled softly and tentatively said:
"Oh? The Malfoy family are more capable than I thought; they even managed to get a letter from Dumbledore?"
"Really? Draco managed to get Headmaster Dumbledore's letter?"
Gabrielle's little face was full of admiration and surprise, she never expected that Draco could actually do something he had just casually mentioned.
"It's true, it just takes a bit long."
Just then, Gabrielle suddenly blinked and uttered a shocking statement in her childish voice:
"Actually, you're all overthinking it. Isn't Hermione Draco's girlfriend? How could Headmistress Maxime not allow it?"
The room fell silent for a second as soon as he finished speaking.
Hermione blushed, completely at a loss for words.
Draco was taken aback, then burst out laughing, put his arm around Hermione's shoulder, and showered Gabrielle with praise, " Xiao Buli, you're truly the smartest kid in the world."
Pheobe paused, looking at the two of them so intimately, and nodded gently. "... It seems that's indeed the case."
"Of course!" Gabrielle exclaimed, acting as if she were the best in the world.
"I will write a letter now, saying that I am the son of Malfoy, and have come to visit Beauxbatons School to admire the school's..."
Draco couldn't think of any suitable words for a moment.
Hermione chimed in, "Admiring the aristocratic pomp and circumstance of the school?"
Draco chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder, "Brilliant! Write it like that, and add a line about bringing your fiancée along to exchange ideas on magical education and culture between England and France."
"Fiancée?!" Hermione's face flushed instantly, and she reached out to push him away. "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Upon hearing this, Gabrielle clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Wow! My fiancée! Are you two going to get married?"
"Of course, not only do we want to get married, but we also want to have a child as beautiful and intelligent as Gabrielle."
Hermione's face instantly turned as red as a ripe cherry.
She abruptly raised her hand to cover her face, but peeked out through her fingers and saw the three men watching her with amusement. She pinched Draco's waist hard.
"Ouch!" Draco feigned pain, but Hermione hadn't actually used any force.
" Draco! Can you stop talking nonsense!"