Chapter 433 Walking with the Thunderbird

With Veela blood, Fleur's physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary wizards. Rogge continued to test her endurance through various means. In the end, he was very surprised to find that Fleur was able to fully accept his enthusiasm.

In fact, before the Christmas party, Fleur wrote to her Veela grandmother for advice. Grandma told her in the letter that the fighting ability of humans is not strong compared to the talented Veela. She even taught Fleur that love is worth far more than physical collision.

So when Fleur invited Roger to visit the Beauxbatons carriage, she managed her expectations effectively. Not to mention anything else, she felt satisfied just by kissing Rogge's handsome face.

However, Rogge's performance far exceeded her expectations. She felt as if she was captured by a giant dragon, unable to struggle in front of Rogge.

At this moment, Hibiscus is like a small boat in the deep sea, fighting tenaciously in the violent storm. Amid the waves, she couldn't help but sing touching songs with her soprano voice.

Although it is not as good as the mermaid's voice, it is extremely beautiful at this moment. Fleur abandoned all the thoughts in her mind and sank into the deep sea of ​​joy... She felt that every cell in her body was burning and every inch of her skin was trembling.

In this crazy confrontation, Furong's body posture is also constantly changing under the guidance. Sometimes she holds the beam in her closet with her hands, learning how to do pull-ups. Sometimes you press your waist gracefully like a cat to relieve muscle tension.

The carriage swayed even more violently, as if it was about to break apart at any moment. Pegasus sneezed, his sleepiness driven away by the creaking sound.

Suddenly, there were several thunders in the sky. Thick dark clouds seemed to be summoned by something, and came in droves. Countless raindrops fell from the sky, and the sound of them hitting the windows and roof of the car was very pleasant.

"What...what's going on outside?" Furong's whole body was soaked in sweat, and her skin was shining with crystal light.

"It should be the Thunderbird." Rogge held her wrist and charged forward in unparalleled happiness.

"Thunder...Bird." Furong looked at him out of breath and asked curiously: "You, how do you know?" (Slow...slow down~)

"A magical creature from the American Magic School Ilvermorny, it competed with me in the last Quidditch match." Roger replied, with strange excitement on his face.

"Who won?" Fleur asked curiously.

"Of course it's me." Rogge smiled confidently, and at the same time, he positioned her in a provocative posture, "Can Thunderbird be as powerful as me?"

"You...well...you are indeed powerful..." Fleur felt her body gradually losing control.

The thunderbirds in the sky kept screaming, as if they were looking for someone. Lightning flashed through the air, and the windows flashed purple.

"Want to take a look?" Rogge asked, his eyes flashing with a challenging light.

"Now..." Furong looked at her naked self, and then nodded firmly: "I dare you if you dare."

"Then let's go!" Rogge hooked her legs around her waist. Then, he casually wrapped himself in a cloak and took her outside.

"You won't be seen, right?" Fleur asked with some fear, her heartbeat speeding up, she was both excited and nervous.

"Are you scared?" Rogge suddenly spread the wings of Daedalus, and the ferocious acceleration shocked Fleur's body and mind.

The thunderbird saw those bright wings and chirped with joy. Rogge took Fleur and landed on its broad back, signaling it to fly toward the sea.

"Is it beautiful?" Rogge motioned her to look at the lightning around her, his body moving softly and violently.

Fleur never imagined that she would enjoy a romantic flight in the sky: "I really flew!"

"You can fly even higher." Rogge struck hard, and his strength and skill allowed Fleur to reach unprecedented heights.

Thunderbird looked back curiously, wondering what the two wizards were doing. It flies forward happily, carrying happier people and things.

"Do you want more?" Fleur's voice contained a kind of satisfied exhaustion.

"I definitely want what you brought to me." Rogge carefully explored the person in front of him, making her whole body burn.

The heavy rain turns into a private curtain, and the thunder turns into a violent drumbeat. This romantic high-altitude trip made Fleur contented. After a long struggle, Rogge slowly entered the time of the sage.

"It seems that what my grandma said is wrong." Fleur pouted, "She said that at least in this aspect, Veela are no match for wizards."

"You are not a real Veela." Rogge stroked her gently and smiled: "At best, you are only a quarter of the blood. As a great wizard, isn't it easy to defeat you?" His words Full of pride and satisfaction.

"Where are Hermione and Daphne?" Fleur looked at Rogge nervously, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice, "Have they, have they...had this with you?"

"What do you think?" Rogge lifted her chin, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Woman, you have to be careful about me being abducted by others, right?"

"Humph, are two yellow-haired girls competing with me?" Furong deliberately puffed out her chest and held his back provocatively.

"What are you going to do?" Rogge pretended to be panicked, but in fact he was excited about Fleur's actions.

"Let you know how powerful I am." Although Furong had heard her best friend talk about these things in school, this was the first time she practiced it herself, and she couldn't help but seem a little unfamiliar.

Fortunately, Rogge's cooperation allowed her to quickly master the trick. The ptarmigan beneath them was flying around on the sea, completely unaware that the two people on its back were using it as a mattress.

"This guy is a little angry." Rogge said with a smile, "I have to fly with him for a while."

"Ah, what about me?" Fleur didn't dare to stay alone on the Thunderbird's back. She didn't have a wand with her, so if she fell, it would be broken here and there.

"Let you feel the acceleration." As soon as Rogge finished speaking, he jumped off the Thunderbird with Fleur in his arms. Lightning kept falling down beside them, and the two people plunged towards the sea surface amidst the acceleration of gravity.

"Ah..." Furong didn't expect to receive such a high-speed impact, and her body instantly convulsed in the weightlessness.

At a height of ten feet above the sea level, Roger suddenly spread his wings, changing the direction of his fall. Furong reached its peak in acceleration and deceleration, and her soul and body were completely controlled by Rogge.

She swore in her heart that she loved this man to death. This flying-like experience was something she would never forget.

Rogge won this racing match again, and Thunderbird, as the loser, reluctantly left a feather. It secretly vowed to win back next time and then turn Roger into a bald man.

Bo... there was a soft sound, and her legs trembled.

Rogge gently held her in his arms and said with a smile, "All my clothes are in your room."

"You...you are not allowed to mess around." Fleur said with some fear, she felt that she was the prey. Thinking that he is the hunter's prey, he sends himself into Rogge's trap.

"How are we going back?" Fleur looked at the carriage in the distance and said worriedly, "The dance is over, they should all be in the carriage."

"Use the Apparition Charm."

"But we didn't even get the wands." Fleur reminded hurriedly.

"Miss Delacour, look at my wandless spell casting." A smile appeared on Rogge's lips, and the two of them disappeared instantly.

In the low carriage they squeezed carefully into the aisles, passing other witches. Furong noticed the clothes dropped at the door with sharp eyes and quickly kicked them into the room.

"You, you won't go back yet?" she asked softly.

"It's so dark, I have to feel where my clothes are and go back dressed neatly." Rogge replied pretending to be serious.

"Don't, don't touch it. They will find out..." Fleur said nervously.

"I'll be slow and gentle." Roger comforted softly.

The girl who was chatting in the carriage suddenly felt a little dizzy, and the carriage seemed to be moving. But if you look closely, everything is normal.

"All the clothes are here!" Fleur quickly hit the switch with her wand, and the crystal lamps in the room lit up.

"Ah, it turns out you use a wooden basin to take a bath. Let me try it?" Rogge said with a smile.

"You bastard..." Fleur laughed angrily.

Rogge put Fleur, who had collapsed for the nth time, onto the soft bed. He kissed her gently and prepared to leave.

"Don't come again..." Fleur said weakly.

"Really?" Rogge looked at her with affectionate eyes, "Fu Rong, you are so heartless. You didn't want me before I even went out."

When he turned around to leave, Fleur gently held his hand and whispered: "The spell to enter the carriage is..."

Rogge remembered the spell firmly and sneaked away after kissing goodbye again and again. When he passed by the wooden house on the beach, he found Hagrid and Madame Maxime having a heated fight.

"Oh, poor Yaya, your master doesn't want you anymore." Rogge threw a piece of meat over and yawned tiredly.