HP Magic Biography

What did you find? Fleur said.

A formation is very miraculous. I haven't found anything substantive yet. Fan Lin said without turning his head, In fact, it is always very difficult to compare the technique of Professor Nicolas. Crack.

I don't know if it came from the hands of Professor Nicolas. Fu Rong laughed, But I think you should have some troubles.

Trouble? Fan Lin was taken aback, he didn't know what happened, but after a while, the crowd coming out of the castle, the French voice from far to near woke him up again.

The French, which originally sounded good, became more and more noisy as the crowd gathered, and at the same time, the French voice became worse and worse. Fan Lin felt that the surroundings were in a mess, which was very important for his research. Very bad.

What happened? Fan Lin frowned slightly, and he asked Fu Rong beside him.

It's just some simple greetings. Furong laughed, apparently she wasn't telling the truth.

Sister... Gabriel pouted, obviously Fleur's attitude didn't mean Gabriel thought the same.

Okay, okay, I know you are kind. Furong pinched Gabriel's nose fondly.

I'm not wrong. Most of them are simple greetings. There are also some beautiful girls asking if you have time in the evening. Of course, there are some boys...

This is in Beauxbaton's courtyard, and there is no need to follow Beauxbaton's banquet rules. The banquet is over, and everyone is fluent in French.

Fan Lin saw some young ladies whom he had met during the day, which made him panic when he left.

Can we keep them from getting so close? Fan Lin whispered, in his eyes, these enthusiastic young ladies are much more terrifying than those boring boys.

Fan Lin also faintly heard some English, but the English with a French accent is always very strange, not everyone is a lotus.

Now is not the time to worry about those enthusiastic young ladies. Fu Rong moved closer to Fan Lin's ear, which made Fan Lin's body stiff again. The point is, those boys, I think, they really want to have a duel with you. You should know that this is unavoidable.

Fu Rong gently blew into Fan Lin's ear, which immediately ignited the anger of those boys, and of course, the anger of some girls.

Sister, you should be more self-disciplined. Gabriel put on a serious smile, You shouldn't cause Fan Lin so much trouble.

I'm just giving him another chance to prove himself. Fu Rongrao said with interest.

Come here, Gabriel. Fu Rong switched to French, but Fan Lin probably understood what Fu Rong meant.

It's nothing to simply come here and make a provocation, it's all expected by Fan Lin.

But when it turned into the present scene, all the boys became excited, and a large part of it was thanks to Fu Rong for her unpretentious hatred for Fan Lin.

Fan Lin didn't realize the goddess's kiss at all, and now he was about to eat the evil result that Fu Rong had prepared for him.

What kind of logic is this?

Fan Lin really wanted to explain at least something clearly, but the language barrier and the noise of the crowd obviously wouldn't give him such a chance.

Gabriel seemed to want to rush out to protect Fan Lin, but Furong wasn't a vegetarian either.

I don't know what Furong said, but a few words persuaded our little angel.

With the development of the matter now, Fan Lin didn't need anyone to translate at all, he saw a familiar face.

Our hapless Mr. Brown came out to the cheers of the crowd, waving his wand, and it seemed that Mr. Brown was very popular among the boys.

After all, Dumbledore didn't just ask for leave. He had mastered Apparition in fifth grade, and Fan Lin had only just come into contact with it.

It looks like Mr. Brown planned it out early on,

Step on Fan Lin fiercely, and then show off his strength in front of the goddess, so as to impress the goddess.

Many people who eat melons have already embraced their shoulders. They don't think that Fan Lin can cause much trouble under Brown's hands, a kid in the third grade, and Brown is already in the fifth grade.

To be precise, according to Beauxbaton's calculation, Brown has already entered the ranks of the seventh grade. Even if he is an exchange student, Brown can still crush Fan Lin in terms of age gap.

Hey, brat. Brown spoke awkward English, this English is really terrible, strong French style?

I think you should know how to respect others, Mr. Brown Flemings. Fan Lin said lightly, since others didn't respect him, he didn't mind stepping on them.

He'd stepped on Tom Riddle, let alone a Beauxbaton seventh grader.

Hey, kid, listen... Brown was a little annoyed, being taught a lesson by a kid was obviously not what he wanted.

Let me tell you, there is nothing here, Professor Nicolas May, or Headmaster Dumbledore, so I think you should show some respect to your seniors.

Senior? Fan Lin laughed, I'm sorry, I think I'm a student at Hogwarts, so I shouldn't have anything to do with you...

There was a burst of booing from the people around. Obviously, it was not just for Fan Lin, Brown was also involved. The standard English was still understandable, which also aroused a burst of applause from the young lady.

Damn it. Brown seemed to be furious. He babbled a lot of French, and then Fan Lin saw the wand in Brown's hand light up.

This was an unmannered approach, but Brown still gave Fan Lin a long time to prepare.

But this is not intentional, he is showing off his magic spell to the surroundings, attracting everyone's attention, an inexplicable sense of accomplishment?

Fan Lin knows why Furong looks down on our Mr. Brown. It is possible that Mr. Brown has never been in Furong's sight.

Fan Lin should not be surprised by this.

But Gabriel was quite surprised. It seemed that she didn't expect that someone would attack Fan Lin directly.

Wait a minute, you can't do this. Gabriel yelled, but Gabriel spoke French, and Fan Lin couldn't understand what Gabriel was saying.

However, Fan Lin was ashamed to ask a little angel to help him block the spell.

Brown didn't seem to want to stop, a red light came out from the front of his wand, and then a pebble in the fountain flew towards Fan Lin.

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