#715 - The Flower of the Court and Hermione's Tears

At the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, were there other people?

Moreover, the other party was able to conceal themselves from his senses and awareness, lurking here without his knowledge.

"Wait... Horus, there's someone there."

Peter pointed towards the jungle and said to Horus.

Little Horus immediately became alert, holding the "Bang Bang Gun" that Bubba had given him, and walked step by step into the shadows obscured by the trees.

"Who's there? Come out!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

A female voice came from the darkness.

Fleur covered her mouth, embarrassed, and walked out of the shadows, explaining to Peter: "I was just wandering around here, wanting to see the legendary Forbidden Forest, definitely not trying to peek."

The usually proud Fleur was inwardly collapsing in the face of this embarrassing scene.

She had come out alone at night just to see Hogwarts' most famous Forbidden Forest, rumored to be home to many magical creatures, but she didn't expect to be discovered by Peter.

Although she used an invisibility spell and remained motionless, her innate Veela bloodline allowed her to blend in with nature, but the explosion still exposed her.

Most embarrassingly, she was injured in the mouth by the strange thing Peter shot out.

The shrapnel from the explosion had damaged her upper lip, making it both painful and numb.

"It's you?!"

Peter looked at the suddenly appearing Fleur, his expression slightly surprised.

"You're Fleur Delacour?"

"Y-yes, sir, do you know me?"

Fleur had a shocked expression.

But she quickly realized that she was talking nonsense.

Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, possessed one-quarter Veela blood, and later became Bill Weasley's wife.

Her grandmother was a Veela, which gave her captivating blue eyes and silver hair, and a slightly hoarse voice, revealing a unique sensual charm of a French woman.

In addition, Fleur's name means "flower of the court" in French, which suggests her noble, aloof, elegant, and fragile image.

Despite being a "flower of the court," her married life with Bill Weasley was full of challenges.

Bill had scars on his face, but Fleur still chose him, which to some extent changed the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, gradually making Mrs. Weasley's attitude towards her harmonious.

The above information flashed through his mind, and Peter said to her with a gentle expression: "The 'flower of the court' of France, isn't it? Madam Maxime has praised you more than once."

Hearing Peter say this, Fleur felt a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mr. Patrick."

Then she thought of something very important, and showed Peter a pleading expression, "Um... Mr. Patrick, can you not tell Madam Maxime that I sneaked out at night?"

"Of course."

Peter nodded, beckoned to her, "Let me see your wound."

Peter asked Fleur to come over so he could treat her.

After all, he had accidentally injured her.

Fleur didn't act coy, but walked over, lowered her hand, and revealed her bleeding lips.

Seeing that the wound was not serious, Peter nodded and used a Runic spell to heal her.

Feeling the coolness coming from the corner of her mouth, and the pain slowly disappearing, Fleur felt a strange sensation in her heart.

"Okay, fortunately the injury is not serious."

After the treatment, Peter glanced at little Horus, who was standing beside him in a daze, and said to Fleur: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Seeing Horus standing still, Peter called out to him, "Horus, let's go."

"Okay, Emperor Papa."

Little Horus responded and quickly followed Peter's footsteps.

On the way back to Hogwarts, Fleur wanted to ask Peter about the challenges of the Triwizard Tournament several times.

And what did "Emperor Papa" mean?!

But considering that asking directly would be a bit abrupt, she finally swallowed the words that were on her lips.

She would wait until she was more familiar with Mr. Patrick before inquiring about it.

Fleur thought to herself.

The next day.

Hogwarts.

"Of course I know that you and Mark didn't sign up."

Hermione looked at the dejected Harry and the guilty-looking Mark and said, "I saw the look on your face when Dumbledore called out your name, Harry, but the question is, who put your names in?"

She paused, "I think Moody is right, Mark, Harry... I don't think any student could do this. Ordinary students could never deceive the Goblet of Fire, nor could they bypass Dumbledore's rules."

"Have you seen Ron?"

Harry suddenly interrupted Hermione and asked her.

Hermione hesitated for a moment and said, "Yeah, I saw him... he's eating breakfast."

Her eyes were a little evasive.

"Does he still think I signed up myself?"

Ron had been ignoring Harry ever since they returned to the dormitory last night.

A problem had arisen in their friendship.

"Well, um, I... I don't think so... I shouldn't think so."

Hermione said with a very unnatural expression.

"Hermione, what do you mean by 'shouldn't think so'?"

"Harry, don't you understand?"

Hermione finally voiced her thoughts, "He's jealous!"

"Jealous?"

Mark next to him asked in disbelief, "Jealous of what? Does Ron also want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Think about it, Harry, Mark."

Hermione thought for a moment, organized her words, and said to the two of them: "Especially you, Harry, you're always the one who attracts everyone's attention. I know it's not your fault."

Hermione saw Harry open his mouth angrily and immediately tried to make up for it, "I know you don't want to attract other people's attention... but, how do I put it, Harry, you know, Ron has to compete with so many brothers at home, and you're his best friend and so famous."

"Every time, as soon as people see you, Ron is neglected, and he has silently endured all of this, never mentioning it to anyone. I think what happened this time has made him unable to bear it anymore."

"But..."

Harry glanced at Mark and said, "Mark also has many siblings."

Hermione covered her head and said, "This is completely different. Mark's siblings are not ordinary people, and he is not an ordinary person either, otherwise he wouldn't have been chosen this time, and..."

She paused and said, "Do you think there's no competition among Mark's siblings?"

Looking at the gaze Harry cast, Mark said somewhat awkwardly, "We have some competition at home, but we never fight each other."

Mark blushed a little after saying this.

Harry didn't notice Mark's expression and said unhappily, "Then let him be angry, he has never believed that I'm not happy, maybe he will understand these things after I break my neck, these are not my fault, but he mistakenly believes that I caused all of this."

Hermione looked at Harry's expression and didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so she could only sigh slightly.

The three of them walked out of the dormitory together and ran into an uninvited guest.

"Look, guys, this is the champion that Hogwarts has chosen."

Malfoy appeared not far from the group, with a mocking smile on his face.

He didn't dare to mock Mark, so he aimed his target at Harry.

The pretentious Malfoy said to his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, "Hey, guys, do you have books signed by Harry? You better hurry up and ask him to sign them, I suspect our classmate Potter won't be here for long, because half of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament die."

Walking up to Harry, Malfoy said to him, "Potter, how long do you think you can live? I'm guessing about ten minutes after the first task starts."

Crabbe and Goyle next to him immediately giggled.

"Do you know who put your name in? Harry."

Harry glared at him, "Anyway, it wasn't me."

"Stop pretending, Harry, you did it, you're Hogwarts'—big dung beetle!"

Seeing Malfoy being so excessive, Mark clenched his fists and couldn't help but want to punch him.

Unexpectedly, Hermione reacted even faster than him, "You're just jealous of Harry, Malfoy! Stop your stinking attitude."

"I'm jealous of him?"

Malfoy turned his gaze to Hermione, "I'm jealous of him? No, you're wrong, Hermione, you should say I'm jealous of you, jealous of you, you Mudblood, it's more believable."

Harry's anger was directly ignited by Malfoy, and he shouted angrily and directly pulled out his wand.

Malfoy was also guarding against him and also pulled out his wand at the same time.

Harry: "Hot Flames!"

Malfoy refused to be outdone and immediately released a spell, "Buckteeth Bonanza!"

Two wands shot out beams of light at the same time, collided fiercely in the air, and then bounced out.

Harry's magic hit Goyle's face, and Malfoy's magic hit Hermione.

Goyle screamed and covered his nose with his hands, and an ugly lump popped out of his nose.

Hermione groaned and covered her mouth.

Harry and Mark looked at Hermione in shock, only to see her front teeth growing downwards "swoosh, swoosh", and finally turning into big beaver-like teeth.

"Ah!"

Hermione touched her big teeth and screamed.

Just then, Snape walked over, "What happened?!"

"Malfoy hit Hermione!"

Mark immediately complained to Snape.

Snape looked at Hermione expressionlessly.

Although Hermione desperately tried to cover it, Snape still pried open her hand and saw her big teeth.

"Well, I don't think it's any different than before."

Snape said something that made Hermione want to cry.

Hermione cried out, her eyes filled with tears, and just as she was about to turn around and run away, she saw Peter's group preparing to leave and immediately ran over in tears.