"Look, who's coming?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a slender figure appeared at the door of the banquet hall.

Light steps, graceful figure, natural charm between gestures, long silver hair swaying in the wind, from far to near, Fleur Delacour.

Most of the boys present focused their eyes on Fleur Delacul.

Ron sighed as Fleur Delacour hadn't passed by him and Harry.

The delicate silhouette, slender eyelashes, the gentle blinking of her eyes, and the haughty and confident smile on her face, just a casual glance made most of the boys present fall under her smile.

"Going to die, going to die, she's smiling at me." Ron held Harry's shoulders as if he was about to faint.

Wu Qizhe did not comment on Ron's exaggerated actions, Fleur Delacour is beautiful, but your appearance is too cheap! Of course, he admits that Fleur's appearance is equally attractive to him, especially the invisible bonus brought by Meiwa's bloodline, which fascinates most people.

But for Wu Qizhe, it is just beautiful, except for the slight distraction at the beginning, he has already recovered.

Hermione couldn't stand the exaggerated appearance of her two friends, Harry and Ron, and couldn't help but pick up the book to hide her face, she was thinking, don't say I know the two of them.

Sneaking a glance at Wu Qizhe, Dennis in Hermione's eyes was calm and calm, thousands of times better than the two fools who couldn't walk when they saw a woman, the corners of their mouths were slightly upturned, outlining a youthful and beautiful smile.

Fleur Delacour seemed to be satisfied with the effect he had caused, the smile on his face became more and more proud, and he walked lightly, walked into the age belt, bent slightly, and formed a charming arc of his body, and the arm of Frost Saixue stretched out slightly, and then threw the parchment with his name written on it into the Goblet of Fire.

Turning around gracefully, looking at the junior boys around her who had fallen for herself, a smug expression flashed on her face, and at the same time there was a trace of disdain, the men who would be crushed by her beauty, she didn't even have the interest to come forward and say hello.

Sapphire eyes swept over the people around her, eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she saw a boy, who was supposed to be a student at Hogwarts, who was also looking at himself, and there might be admiration in his eyes, but he couldn't see the same obsession in the eyes of others.

A very attractive boy, handsome in appearance as if carved out of marble, not like Durmstrang's students, with a rough face and a look like a beast, it is difficult for her to arouse interest in making friends.

But this boy is different, with well-defined cheeks, a tall nose, and eyes as deep as the sea, he can't say that he fell in love at first sight, but he has a little more urge to get to know each other.

Thinking like this, Fleur Derakul's long legs had already complied with the hostess's wishes, and took a step in the direction of Wu Qizhe.

"Harry, Harry..."Ron shook Harry Potter's shoulders and said excitedly, "Harry, did you see that?" She was walking towards me, and she was smiling at me. ”

Harry Potter, who was still a little obsessed, was shaken by Ron like this, and suddenly sobered up.

Fleur Delacour walked past the two of them, not stopping at all, and approached like Wu Qizhe and Hermione.

Hermione's delicate eyebrows had already wrinkled in advance, and for some reason, she was dissatisfied with the beautiful and excessively female in front of her.

Fleur Delacul's footsteps finally stopped in front of Wu Qizhe, she showed a smile that she thought was the most beautiful, her big charming eyes were shining, and she said, "I'm Fleur Delacul, can I make friends with you?" "English with a strong French accent doesn't sound uncomfortable, it's magnetic, and it attracts the people around you.

"It's an honor, Miss Delacour, that you can call me Dennis." Wu Qizhe said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Dennis." Saying that, Fleur Delacul has stretched out her white and tender palm, and her onion-like white fingers are particularly attractive.

"Me too, Miss Delacour." Wu Qizhe shook Furong's fingers shallowly, and then let go.

"Are you also participating in this Triwizard Tournament?" Fleur asked, looking forward to meeting Dennis in the Circle.

"It depends on the choice of the Goblet of Fire." Wu Qizhe shrugged.

After casual conversation, looking at more and more onlookers gathered around, Fleur said goodbye and left gracefully.

"Dennis, I envy you so much, did you say that you already knew her, otherwise why didn't she greet others, but greeted you." Ron looked very hurt.

"Ron, you're so relatable, like you, I only met her once at last night's banquet." Wu Qizhe spread his hands helplessly.

Hermione Granger had a displeased expression on her face, her pink lips pursed slightly, and she turned to leave, she didn't know why she was unhappy, just because Fleur Delacul came to take the initiative to talk to Dennis? It was the smile on Dennis's face that showed that he also wanted to get to know Fleur Delacour.

Wu Qizhe saw Hermione walking away and hurriedly followed.

"Hermione, you wait for me." Hermione heard Wu Qizhe's voice and walked faster.

Wu Qizhe rushed directly to Hermione and stopped the other party, and there was no smile on that delicate little face.

"Hermione, why did you leave all of a sudden?" Wu Qizhe was puzzled.

"Dennis, is it true that you boys can't walk as soon as they see a beautiful girl?" Hermione's eyes stared at Wu Qizhe without blinking.

"How, I don't know about others, but I'm certainly not that kind of person." As he spoke, he suddenly changed to a smiling face: "Even if you can't walk, the object should be Miss Granger!" ”

"Cut, who is rare." Hermione said incorrectly, the two have known each other for a really short time, but she really has a heart for Dennis, and sometimes the length of time does not represent everything.

"Hermione, I still have some questions about spells, I wonder if you have time to teach me." Wu Qizhe was actually just looking for an excuse to get along with Hermione more.

"Of course, follow me." Saying that, Hermione took the initiative to take Wu Qizhe's hand, ran a few steps before realizing that it was wrong, and let go of her hand again.

The two came to a garden with a pleasant view, Hermione's intentions, Wu Qi's philosophy was also very attentive, and the skills and methods of spell casting were explained to each other one by one.

Wu Qizhe looked at the blonde girl in front of him who was concentrating, feeling the hair that occasionally lingered on the tip of his nose, and this feeling made him particularly infatuated.

Looking up into Dennis's eyes, Hermione blushed after just staring at him like this.

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