Chapter 451 Furong, will you be unemployed after graduation?

If she wasn't tired and didn't want to deal with dirty Muggles, Barbara would even make money from Muggles. However, thinking of the disdainful looks that other ladies would definitely cast on her, she decided to take charge of her beauty.

"Diagon Alley?" He looked at Fleur with questioning eyes, and Fleur shook her head gently.

"It's the spring town of Fontainebleau, where your shop in France is located." Barbara's eyes shone with shrewdness, and the little calculations in her heart were crackling.

Rogge actually had very little intervention in the family's business over the years, but he would provide some novel magic props or improvement ideas every month. This was the first time he heard of this spring town.

He responded with a smile: "Fleur is a talented wizard. She can win people's respect and love no matter where she is. It would be a great honor for me if she is willing to join our store."

"The shops in Fountain Town welcome her to join at any time." Rogge responded, and then changed the topic: "But, Aunt Barbara, don't you want her to try it at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Ministry of Magic?" Barbara shook her head firmly and said in a disapproving tone: "I'm tired and busy, and I can't make any money..."

"Mom~" Fleur quickly took Barbara's hand, with a hint of urgency in her eyes, signaling her to speak less.

Barbara glanced at her daughter helplessly. She understood what her daughter meant, so she compromised: "Okay, okay, I don't care about you."

Then, she quickly put on a smile and turned to Rogge: "With your words, I feel relieved. Delacour also wants to send her to Gringotts to work for those blood-sucking goblins..."

Fleur secretly tugged at the hem of Barbara's clothes, a silent request for her mother not to continue the topic. Barbara glared at her daughter, but eventually took her hint and stopped complaining about Gringotts.

She patted Rogge's shoulder gently and invited warmly: "Would you like to come to Paris during the summer vacation? You guys came in a hurry last time and didn't go to many interesting places."

Roger glanced furtively at Fleur, recalling their happy time in Paris. She has taken herself to explore every tourist attraction in Paris. Thinking of his misdeeds during that time, Rogge pursed his lips subconsciously.

"Don't worry, I will definitely go."

After finally getting rid of Barbara, both of them let out a long sigh of relief. They looked at each other and smiled, shaking their heads helplessly.

After a moment of silence, Roger finally asked the question hanging in his mind: "Where are you going after graduation?"

"I originally wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic." Fleur replied, with a hint of regret in her voice, "However, there is no chance."

"Why?"

"We lost to Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament. How could those old wizards in Congress admit me? I can already imagine what kind of rhetoric the Paris newspapers used to ridicule me after the game." There was a hint of laughter in her voice. With a self-deprecating smile, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Rogge scratched his head and realized that her guess would most likely come true. If it was the Moscow Ministry of Magic, he could still find someone to help. But in Paris, the Travis family's influence was limited.

He noticed the droopy corners of Fleur's mouth and decided to try and cheer her up. So, he deliberately used an exaggerated tone to tease her: "Ahem, Her Majesty, the Supreme Queen, arrived in her loyal Paris today."

Fleur rolled her eyes at him and snorted softly, "I'm afraid they will call me a cowardly and frivolous human-blood Veela."

"My queen is always welcome."

"What a beautiful idea!" Fleur finally smiled, but her eyes still showed some distress: "Roger, my sister can't find a job after graduation, so I can only rely on you to support me."

"No problem." Rogge nodded firmly and chuckled: "However, someone didn't seem to want to come just now."

"I..." She hesitated for a moment, then frankly stated the reason: "I don't want to be so useless in your eyes."

Her voice sounded a little fragile, as if she didn't want to be a burden to Roger. Or placed at home, it looks incompetent like a vase.

"Furong." Rogge put away the smile on his face, and his eyes became serious and affectionate: "We know the root cause..."

Fleur, who was still very moved at first, heard the tone of his words and immediately spat, "Just wait, I will definitely find a job!" She shouted firmly.

Rogge smiled and did not refute her. Over the years, he had heard some gossip about the Delacour family from Jessica.

The whole family looks bright and beautiful, but in fact it is dilapidated inside. If not for the previous legacy, they might have been on the verge of bankruptcy.

Fleur's father, Mr. Delacour, was not good at business. He works in the French Ministry of Magic and is a completely transparent person. Barbara, on the other hand, spends lavishly, either going to salons or shopping. It can be said that no one in the family is reliable.

Without her own help, Fleur might have been forced to work for the goblins at Gringotts. The goblins of Gringotts are a very realistic race. They will serve the wizards who save money as their masters, but they will treat the employees who spend money as consumables.

"Calculating the time, it's almost 97." Rogge looked towards the Far East, where there was destined to be a small change in two years' time.

The Muggle world's Great Britain's crotch stretching was fully exposed during the Falklands War a few years ago. In the wizarding world, if Dumbledore hadn't been decorating the situation, the situation might have been even worse.

Voldemort carried out a bloodbath in the wizarding world more than ten years ago, and many pure-blood families became fragmented as a result. Some holy pure-blood families are even on the verge of extinction.

He subconsciously looked at the Quidditch pitch in the distance, and couldn't help thinking, if war breaks out again, how many pure-blood wizards will be left? He shook his head, unwilling to think deeply about this frustrating question.

Taking advantage of the fact that 97 is coming, I should plan carefully and make a big profit. After all, change is often accompanied by turmoil, and turmoil equals chaos. And he is good at fishing in troubled waters.

As for the branch of the magic world in the Far East, does it have anything to do with him? I don't work for the Ministry of Magic, so why worry about their affairs.

Even if Minister Amelia survives the coming war, she may be impeached and deposed by the wizarding community for losing the Far East Chapter.

This is all part of the political game, though, and Rogge just wants to make sure he and the people he cares about stay on top of the game.

If Furong is unemployed after graduation, Rogge can ask her to go to the Far East to help. It’s hard to say anything else, but at least European faces are equivalent to VIP passes in Jiqingwei. The practice lasted two and a half years, which was enough preparation.

"Fleur, remember to bring the door key." Rogge reminded her secretly.

After hearing this, Fu Rong's body softened subconsciously. The door key she hung on her necklace led directly to Roger's bedroom. She knew what had happened there.

Rogge noticed the small movements of her body and immediately understood that Fleur was thinking wrongly, so he cleared his throat and said half-jokingly: "Ahem, Miss Delacour, please put away the yellow thoughts in your brain."

"I'm reminding you, if you see a strange wizard in the game. Don't hesitate to use it directly." His voice gradually became serious.

"Huh, you're thinking wrong!" Fleur refused to admit her reverie and ran to find Barbara in a panic.

He looked at Furong's swaying figure and shook his head helplessly, feeling both amused and helpless at her naughty and stubbornness.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from the shadow under the tree: "Your relationship seems to be very close."

"Cedric, why are you spying on us if you don't prepare for the game tonight?" Rogge sneered, turned to stare at him, and asked softly, "Could it be that Mr. Potter has distorted your mind? Or is it? Do you like to spy on information secretly like a bug? "

"I just think it's unfair." Cedric walked out of the shadows, half of his face exposed in the westward sun, "Why can you have so many girls..."

"Mr. Diggory, you misunderstood." Rogge shook his head and corrected him seriously, "It's not that I own them, but that they all want to own me."

Hearing such conceited remarks, Cedric almost suffocated to death with a mouthful of salt soda. He was silent for a long time, and then said with difficulty: "I have never heard such a shameless lie. I dare to swear to Merlin, they don't even know that you are still dating other people."

"Maybe." Rogge did not refute the other party's accusation.

Cedric did not expect Rogge to admit his behavior so easily, and the ridicule and accusations he had prepared suddenly became weak.

In desperation, he turned to another matter: "What did you and Qiu Zhang talk about in the teahouse that day?" Although he tried to stay calm, the word jealousy could be vaguely heard in his tone.

Rogge had a playful smile on his face, looked at Cedric carefully, and asked: "Are you too sensitive? Or do you think Qiu Zhang is my type?"

"...You, I..." Cedric was at a loss for words, unable to respond immediately.

"Mr. Digory, the game starts after dinner. Wear the rosary bracelet I gave you, it can save your life." Rogge waved his hand and silently added in his heart: Maybe.

For Cedric, who was destined to die, Rogge felt that he was kind and generous. Because not only did he make the other party aware of the danger, he also provided him with a rosary bracelet made by Grindelwald. If the rosary did not take effect, Rogge felt no guilt at all.

At the same time, he also felt that Principal Dumbledore was full of humanistic care. The dinner in the auditorium tonight was particularly sumptuous, it felt like the last meal. Even if a warrior does die in the game as promised, he can go to the world of the dead without any regrets.

Harry Potter was sitting at the long Gryffindor table. Next to him was the Weasley family. As he looked around, there was a patch of red hair. It was obvious that Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Molly had deep feelings for Harry. They almost treated him as their own child, even to the point where he was far superior to the rest of the family.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was both warm and a little sad. The students at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons all know that they will leave here after the game is over. For most, this may be a farewell to Hogwarts. They will never have the chance to visit this historic castle for the rest of their lives.

As the color of the ceiling faded from blue to dark purple, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the auditorium immediately fell silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the principal, looking forward to his speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Dumbledore's voice echoed in the auditorium, "In five minutes, I will invite everyone to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports ground." Dumbledore signaled with his eyes, and the four warriors stood up and prepared to go to their battlefield.

The entire auditorium burst into warm applause, and everyone used this method to send blessings and good luck to the warriors. As the warriors left, the students and teachers also began to head to the Quidditch pitch one after another, looking forward to the upcoming exciting game.

As the first Triwizard Tournament after many years, the championship has extraordinary significance. For Harry, this will be another important moment in his life.

In order to make up for the gap between himself and the seventh grade students in spells, he has been working hard to learn various spells under the guidance of Professor Lupin in recent months.

Looking at the tall figures of Klum and the other three, he nervously reviewed every spell he had learned in his mind. Fortunately, he memorized all the spells, which made him feel better and more confident in his abilities.

However, his thoughts suddenly returned to the dark room of the Three Broomsticks. The scene of Rogge using the Cruciatus Curse to torture the scarab kept playing in his brain.

Under the green flash, the rhythm of the spell and the movement of casting the spell are so clear and smooth. It was as if someone had taken a chisel and carved these memories into his brain, making him unable to forget them.

When he arrived at the Quidditch pitch, he found that it had become unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge surrounded the edge of the court, leaving only a small gap for the warriors to enter.

A month before the start of the competition, they had been informed that the final winner would be decided in the maze. The Goblet of Fire has been placed in the center of the maze, and the first person to get it is the winner.

Of the four, Cedric had the lowest score. This means that if he wants to win the game, he must defeat other opponents in the maze.

Cedric looked at the dark passage in front of him, and a dark desire surged deep in his heart. This feeling was rolling silently in his heart, making him feel both nervous and excited.

He checked his gear again: wand, rosary bracelet, and the dagger hidden in his boot. Fudge once told him that after entering the maze, even someone as powerful as Dumbledore would not be able to sense what was inside.

Cedric Diggory turned to look at Harry with a sneer on his lips. Harry seemed to be aware of it, and the two locked eyes before the game started.

Krum warned Cedric with a fierce look and asked softly: "Harry, do you need help?"

"No, this is a competition." Harry firmly rejected his offer.

He has decided to face the challenge on his own. No matter who it is, he must compete fairly, go all out, and win.

After a few minutes, a crowd began to fill the stands. Hundreds of students filed in, and the air was filled with excited chatter. The referees from the Ministry of Magic, the principals of the three schools and some professors walked into the sports ground, and the atmosphere instantly became heated.

"We will patrol outside the maze." Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, shoot red sparks into the sky..."

The three wizards obviously did not listen to Professor McGonagall's words. Since they chose to participate in the challenge, it was for victory and championship. On the contrary, Furong took note of every word carefully.

She looked towards the stands and patted her collar gently, implying that she would prioritize safety. During countless desperate midnights, Rogge always whispered in her ear: "Only by living can you have everything."

"Okay, you go." Bagman said to the four patrollers. McGonagall, Hagrid, Lupine and Professor Flitwick walked in different directions.