Chapter 219 Look at the face
"Okay!" Ollivander looked at Hephis helplessly.
Inadvertently, his eyes swept over Hephes's left hand, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"Mr. Dam, can you show me the ring on your hand?"
Hephis shrugged, took off the dangling ring and placed it in front of Ollivander.
Ollivander took the ring and looked at it carefully, with his nose almost touching the ring.
"Incredible...too incredible, this is simply a genius idea, it..."
Gellert interrupted Ollivander's sigh directly.
"Mr. Ollivander, please allow me to remind you that the core of this test is the wand, not other alchemical products."
He then turned to Hephis and said, "Even if Mr. Hephis chooses not to use a wand, such items are not allowed in the competition. Therefore, Mr. Dam, you cannot bring this item into the arena."
"Of course, Headmaster," Hephis responded.
"Well, Mr. Ollivander, it's time to return the ring to Mr. Dame," Gellert continued to remind.
Ollivander reluctantly handed the ring back to Hephis, "May I ask which master made it?"
Hephis shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander, this is an unexpected discovery, so I don't know either."
"Ah!" Ollivander sighed and shrank into his chair.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Gellert stood up. "Now, you can return to class or go directly to dinner. After all, the get out of class is about to end."
At this moment, the man holding the black camera suddenly stood up and coughed a few times.
"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman said excitedly, turning to look at Rita, "Rita, what do you think about taking a group photo with the referees and the warriors first?"
"Okay, let's take a group photo first." Skeeter looked at Harry again, "Maybe we can take some individual photos later."
It took quite a while to take the photo, after all, no matter where Madame Maxime stood, it didn't look right.
Finally she had to sit down and the others gathered around her.
After taking the photo, Hefeth turned around and left.
Seeing this, Furong hurriedly chased after him.
"Hephis, wait for me." Furong's clear voice sounded.
Hephis stopped walking after hearing this, "What's wrong?"
Furong coughed twice and said, "Well, I have something to tell you. Can we find a quiet place to talk?"
Hephis thought for a moment and said, "Why not go to Fulla's place?"
"No, don't." Furong screamed as if her tail was stepped on.
Then she said awkwardly, "Well...it's so late, don't disturb her. I just want to have a brief chat with you."
Hephis looked at Furong strangely, but nodded and took her into an abandoned classroom next door.
"Okay, here it is."
Fleur took a deep breath, "Um…I'm sorry, Hephis."
"Hmm?" A question mark appeared on Hephis' head.
"I misunderstood before. You and my aunt don't have that kind of relationship." Furong's pretty face turned a little red.
Hephis raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, as long as the misunderstanding is resolved."
"Well... actually there is one more thing. What kind of person is Snape?" Fleur revealed her real purpose.
Hephis understood. This was the reason why he didn't go to Fulla's place!
But since Furong asked, he must praise her well!
"Snape! He is a man who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Don't be fooled by his unapproachable appearance, he is actually very passionate on the inside."
As soon as Hephis gave a compliment, Furong said, "What a sultry guy!"
Hephis almost vomited blood.
What's going on with this sister?
The smile on Furong's face quickly faded, "Oh, sorry, please continue."
"He..." Furong's move just now completely confused Hephis.
He reorganized his thoughts, "Once someone is recognized by Snape, he will do his best to protect and support him."
"No matter what, he would stand firmly behind that person, even at the cost of his life."
There was a gleam in Furong's eyes: "The person you are talking about is you yourself, right?"
Hephis smiled and agreed, "But Professor Snape treated Fulla the same way."
Furong nodded, "Anything else?"
Hephis thought for a moment and continued, "He is a master of potions. His potion skills are absolutely world-class. He has a lot in common with Fulla."
Fleur had some understanding of Snape's level of potions.
After all, she had often heard Flora complain about Snape when she was a child, because Snape was always better than Flora in potions.
"Actually, I don't object to Fulla and Snape being together. After all, it was her choice. It's just... it's just that Snape's image and my aunt are really..."
Hephis cleared his throat, pulled a picture of Snape from his bag, and handed it to Fleur.
Snape in the photo has deep eyes and a stern face.
Especially the flowing hair, which perfectly highlights his face shape.
Fleur's eyes widened when she saw the photo, "Is this... Snape?"
"The professor is devoted to potions and doesn't care much about his appearance. In fact, he is very handsome." Hephis explained.
"Well, now I can understand Fleur," Fleur muttered, her eyes fixed on the handsome face in the photo.
Hephis looked at Furong's appearance and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
If he had known this, why would he have wasted so much time talking? He could have just taken out Snape's photo.
"Oh right," Furong reminded him, suddenly remembering something.
"My parents and grandparents will also be here for the first game. Can you remind Snape?"
"Meet the parents!" Hephis stroked his chin, "Don't worry, I will definitely dress the professor handsomely."
"That's good. We in the Delacour family tend to judge people by appearance, so..." Fleur explained with a slight blush on her cheeks.
"I see. It all depends on the face! Snape is definitely not inferior to anyone." Hephesus assured, patting his chest.
"Um...Hephis, do you have a girlfriend?"
Furong raised her head and stared at Hephes with her big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Hephis was stunned. They wanted to catch both the master and the disciple in one fell swoop!
He said seriously, "I already have someone in my heart."
Furong lowered her head in disappointment, what a pity.
It would be nice if Hephaestus started out as a student at Beauxbatons.
By the time they separated, Furong had already adjusted her mood.
She became that somewhat cold and beautiful girl again.
With a not-so-brisk pace, he returned to the carriage of Beauxbatons.
