Chapter 343: Spicy hibiscus!

Wait for all the students to enter the auditorium and sit at the tables of their respective colleges.
The professors came in, and they walked to the main table and sat down.
At the end were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Kakalov and Mrs. Maxim.
There is a small episode: The students of Booth Barton saw the headmaster appear and stood up quickly.
Some Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing, but they didn't know that Dumbledore had set this rule for them.
But the Booth Button students did not seem embarrassed at all, as if the rules should be so.
It was not until Madame Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left hand that they spontaneously re-seat.
Hermione saw this scene and said, "Their management system must be very strict."
Dumbledore was the only wizard standing. He smiled at the foreign students, and the auditorium gradually became quiet.
Harry was afraid that Dumbledore would come up with a sentence: "Frankly speaking, those here..."
Dumbledore naturally didn’t know what Harry was thinking. He said,
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and our esteemed guests. I represent Hogwarts with great joy, The Ministry of Magic welcomes you. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."
At the Ravenclaw dining table, one of the girls who wrapped her head tightly in a scarf, lowered her head and gave a sneerless laugh.
It seems that Dumbledore's words are ridiculous.
This sneer, not big or small, was enough for many people to hear.
Hermione glanced in that direction and whispered, "No one forced you to stay, you have the ability to go!"
Dumbledore might have heard it, but he wouldn't carelessly care about the little girl.
Dumbledore said kindly: "Now I invite you to eat and drink as much as you like in your own home. When you finish eating, the hegemony will officially start, and I will explain the specifics of the game to you."
After he sat down, Kakarov immediately leaned over and talked to him, not knowing what to talk about, and Dumbledore shook his head for a moment and nodded.
Perhaps they are discussing:
"Are you about?"
"No appointment."
"Then contact me when you are free."
"it is good."
The above comes from Harry's inner evil theater.
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On four long tables, thousands of plates were filled with food as usual.
Those house-elves in the kitchen today must be extra hard. After a few years in school, this is the most abundant dish. The dishes are presented in front of them in various ways. Several of them are obviously foreign tastes. This is to take care of the other two. Students of this school, worried that they are not used to eating British food.
"What's this?" Astoria pointed to a pot next to a large steak loin pudding, which looked like a seafood chowder.
Hermione, who has lived in the Muggle world and has seen this dish, said: "French fish soup."
"This is French cuisine," said Hermione. "My parents were invited to a French restaurant for dinner the summer before last year, and I followed. The soup is very delicious. You try it."
Astoria smelled the umami of fish soup, swallowed it, and filled herself with a big bowl.
Today's auditorium seems to be more crowded than usual, although there are only a few dozen more students, perhaps because there are more guests, the conversation is happier and the atmosphere is more lively.
At this moment, a voice rang in Harry's ear: "Hello, do you still eat this dish of miscellaneous fish soup?"
Harry turned to look.
The person who came was the Bussbaden school girl who just laughed when Dumbledore spoke.
She finally took off the scarf.
Both Harry and Hermione also understood why she had wrapped her head with a scarf, because her long, cascading silver hair straight down to her waist, exuding a night glow. If she didn't hide it, I'm afraid it would really get a lot of attention at night.
She also has a pair of big blue eyes and white and neat teeth.
She must be a little embarrassed, because asking for food from strangers is a bit embarrassing.
But she only loves this fish soup, and the fish soup in other places has been almost consumed, only they have most of the plate.
But the girl’s attitude was not polite, it was more of an arrogant emotion, and she seemed to take it for granted that Harry obediently served food with both hands.
Because she was used to it, all the boys she had met had fulfilled all her requirements.
Unfortunately, Harry let her down.
Harry did not give her the food for the first time, but looked up at him, as if he saw a spicy red pepper, he asked lightly: "I still don't know your name?"
The girl was a little dissatisfied with Harry's attitude, and she said impatiently: "Furong Dracul, well, please give it to me."
Harry picked up the miscellaneous fish soup.
Fleur Delacour reached out to pick it up, sneering in his heart, the man was indeed very cheap.
However, the miso soup moved a bit in the air and was brought to Astoria by Harry.
Harry protected the miscellaneous fish soup like a hen and a chicken. I am afraid that even if Voldemort regenerates, he wouldn't want to drink a drop of miscellaneous fish soup.
It's such a horror.
Fleur Delacour froze.
Harry said innocently next to Astoria's face: "Astoria, this kind of fish soup is very delicious, please drink more."
Astoria said with a grin: "Thank you brother."
"Boom." A greasy lips printed on Harry's face.
Fleur Delacour had never experienced this feeling, shame, humiliation.
It felt like everyone was watching her, and her face was hot and painful~EbookFREE.me~you..."Furong Dracour's fingers were shaking.
Harry said: "Don't you understand? Then I'll make it clear, I refuse! There is no miscellaneous fish soup here. Look elsewhere."
Fleur Delacour shook her hand hard, and she definitely wanted to throw it on Harry's face.
Then he left angrily.
When walking to another place, a boy suddenly stood out from his seat.
He is Ron.
Furong Dracul suppressed his anger and said, "Anything to you?"
Looking at Fleur Delacour's perfect face like a moon, Ron's face flushed suddenly.
He stared blankly at her and opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange little sounds of "boo", as if his throat was stuck by a fishbone.
Fleur Delacour's eyes grew colder and colder, thinking that this man was teasing her.
If you have a bit of eyesight, then you should know to let it go quickly, so as not to touch the mold.
Ron’s two older brothers, George and Fred, can handle this situation well, but Ron is a big idiot.
Ron stuttered for a long time before thinking of picking up a plate of miscellaneous fish soup and saying, "Do you... want this dish?"
Fleur Delacour is almost mad, is this person sick, deliberately humiliates her.
She said a word, gritted her teeth and said, "Go! Go!"
Ron slammed open and returned to Ravenclaw's seat to sit down, his chest violently fluctuating.
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The brothers George and Fred watched Ron all the time and were happy for Ron at the beginning.
But when they saw the beginning, the development, and the end, they couldn't help but shake their heads and said, "Hey, my stupid Ou Doudou."
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