Chapter 273: Before the award

"Furong, are you okay?" Mrs. Maxim looked at her students with concern, her face seemed very bad, no blood, and the whole person seemed to be crumbling, as if she would fall at any time. .
"Are you sick?" she asked.
At the entrance of the carriage, a group of students at Booth Barton was preparing to leave and follow their principal to participate in the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament.
Furong Dracul, one of the players, was among the players.
"Sister hasn't looked good since last night," Gabri added.
"I may have a cold, no problem." Furong patted Gabrielle's head and said softly.
"That's good." Mrs. Maxim looked at Furong with some suspicion, and then Furong "coincidentally" coughed a few times, and Maxim talent completely believed.
Gabrielle looked at her sister with suspicion. Her sister cared about her the most. If she knew she had a cold, she wouldn't sleep with her in a bed last night because of the possibility of infection.
At this time, Furong handed Gabrielle a proper look. Even if the little girl wanted to say something, she could only stop her words.
"By the way, Furong, when you wait for the award, remember to stay away from them as far as possible. If you encounter any emergencies, hurry back." Madam Maxim whispered in Furong's ear.
"Okay, Mrs. Maxim." Furong nodded, trying to cover up his anomalies.
The award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament was set in the evening. At this time, the sunset had sunk below the horizon, and the light gold and red interweave shining on the Hogwarts castle and the campus, which seemed peaceful and peaceful.
By convention, all major ceremonies are held after dinner, and today is no exception.
"Draco, your appetite looks good today?" Pansy said, looking at Malfoy in surprise. She straightened up and took some food, throwing it into her mouth and chewing.
"It's still very ordinary." Pansy frowned in confusion and shook her head. "It's more abundant than usual." She said.
"Maybe I have a good appetite today." Malfoy smiled before continuing to hold the food from the plate.
"How was the final exam?" the boy asked, seemingly unconscious.
"Not bad." Pansy tilted his head, lying on the table, and replied feebly, "I can't ask you to help me review, you have to be busy with your game, don't you?"
"Work hard next semester." Malfoy sighed slightly, and put the empty tray back to the long table in front of him.
"Draco, you're a little strange today." Pansy found Malfoy's anomaly sensitively. "It always feels weird." The girl moved her body closer, as if looking at him carefully, seeing What comes.
"I don't think the second place will always be as happy as the first place, right?" Malfoy waved his hand, wanting to change the subject without trace.
"Not for this reason, I think you must be hiding something from me, just like before." Panxi didn't look too far, and seemed a little angry.
"Fourth grade is over, don't you treat me like a child again?" Pansy was a little sulking, and her face climbed a little sullen crimson because of the inner complaining activity.
"It's such a little temper, and I won't feel it for a while." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, his mind turned, and he looked at the old man on the table.
Suddenly Malfoy noticed that someone was looking at him.
It was Fleur Delacour. She was enjoying dinner with Mrs. Maxim in front of a long table specially set up for guests. The long silver hair was turned into a low bun, which was simple and elegant.
The charming eyes, from time to time, glanced back and forth at Slytherin's table.
Malfoy felt his heart suddenly beating uncontrollably, not because of the throbbing caused by the ambiguous factors that people often imagine, but a faint helplessness about the future.
Malfoy looked at Furong without hesitation, and the latter quickly moved his eyes away unnaturally.
After a brief eye contact, he didn't get any other information. Except for the "artificial respiration" of the oolong, the two did not have more intersections in the next game, and they pretended that nothing happened. Ever the same.
This may be the best way to deal with it, and everything else may be embarrassing.
But no one will know that the goddess of fate, who loves mischief, will design some unexpected plots~EbookFREE.me~Professor Tenny Launey on the teacher's dining seat is making a prayer gesture, and there are words in his mouth. The whole person trembled with a trembling tremor, and even the whole long table shook with it. Professor McGonagall was displeased.
"Sybil, what are you doing again, it's time for dinner now." Professor McGonagall frowned and tapped the long table with his finger, asking in a slightly disgusted tone.
"There will be a big event tonight! Milleva!" Professor Terni Laoney shook her head, arms folded, and said in horror.
Her big glasses were hanging on the bridge of her nose crookedly at this time, and her hair was more messy than before. It seemed that she hadn't eaten anything and lost her appetite because of panic.
"What's the big deal, is it unknown? You say it at least six days a week, but there is no one day to fulfill it. Or, do you think the plate is broken, or the knife and fork are on the ground?" McGonagall? The professor was very dissatisfied, as long as she was at the table with this woman, she could not even eat cleanly.
"This time it is true, you have to believe me." Professor Terni Lawni folded her hands together, making a look of expectation, looking at the surrounding teachers as if fighting for someone to support her.
Snape gave her an indifferent glance, and then the dark and deep eyes fell into the bowl of broth in front of him, and it seemed that observing the bowl of broth was more interesting than listening to the alarmist words of Terni Lawney.
"Oh, have they been fake in the past," Professor McGonagall said coldly.
"Oh huh." There was a burst of cheerful laughter immediately on the long table. Flitwick, Sprout, and several other professors couldn't hold back and laughed.
But Professor Terni Lawni didn't feel embarrassed at all, just continued to whisper some prayer words repeatedly. )!!