Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Gabrielle quickly greeted everyone and said to Evan, her face blushing, “May I come and sit down?”

She looked very nervous and looked at Evan expectantly.

The girl had left all the Beauxbatons students and came to Evan. Even Gabrielle herself did not expect she would be so bold.

In fact, there was no need for Evan to answer this question.

The Gryffindors expressed their welcome to Gabrielle with practical actions. They showed incredible enthusiasm and got up to say hello to her, shaking hands and introducing themselves.

Of the four Hogwarts Houses, Gryffindor was the most dynamic.

Gabrielle did not seem to expect that she would be so popular. She was relieved, and she quickly responded with a smile.

Her character was much better than that of her sister Fleur, and she quickly won the favor of everyone.

The brief contact made everyone like this lovely angelic girl.

Even Hermione pulled Gabrielle to her side. The two chatted and laughed a lot.

Evan looked at them both and found himself unable to speak at all.

Five minutes later, and the Great Hall was still a mess, and the teachers were all gone.

At the door, Durmstrang students had not yet chosen where to sit.

As for Krum’s admirers, they were all there, shouting his name.

It was not until Professor McGonagall appeared that they had to disperse and return to their seats.

“Look, Krum signed it for me!” Ron’s face turned red. “I’m going to cherish it.”

He had just come back and was showing off in front of the crowd with a piece of parchment. He was extremely excited.

“Krum remembers me. He only signed for me!” He said proudly, “I dare say…”

Ron hadn’t finished, and suddenly stood up and waved to the Durmstrang gang.

“Over here, come and sit over here!” he hissed. “Over here! Evan, Hermione, budge up, make space…”

But Malfoy stood up one step ahead of time, and he walked over and whispered a few words to Krum.

Durmstrang students settled themselves at the Slytherin table, as if they hadn’t heard Ron at all.

“Ron, what on earth are you doing?” Hermione said discontentedly. He just stood up and moved too much, and the table swayed.

The cups in front of Evan, Harry, Hermione, and Gabrielle were almost knocked down. Fortunately, there was nothing in them.

“You see, Malfoy is warming up to him.” Ron did not answer Hermione, but said scathingly, “I bet Krum can see right through him, though … I bet he gets people fawning over him all the time. Where do you reckon they’re going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry… I wouldn’t mind giving him my bed; I could kip on a camp bed.”

No one answered Ron’s question, and Hermione snorted and expressed her dissatisfaction.

Beside her, Gabrielle also curiously looked at Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students.

“Why does he wear a cloak?” Harry asked. “It’s not that cold here.”

“Because Krum is ill, I just asked him!” said Ron. “He hasn’t been in good shape lately since he was attacked, and there are old injuries accumulated during Quidditch practice. The therapist gave him supplements for nutrition and fitness, and he needs to take them on time.”

As if to confirm Ron’s words, Krum took a small bottle out of his thick fur cloak and took a sip.

Evan looked at Krum empathetically, but the guy didn’t look so weak.

After everyone found their seats, The Durmstrang students pulled off their heavy furs and looked up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest. A couple of them picked up the golden plates and goblets, examining them, apparently impressed

Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs. He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion.

“Filch added four chairs, two on either side of Dumbledore’s.” Harry said in surprise. “But there are only two extra people tonight. Why is Filch putting out four chairs, who else is coming?”

“Eh?!” said Ron vaguely. He was still staring avidly at Krum, not even noticing Gabrielle near him.

“Probably officials of the Ministry of Magic.” Evan glanced at the staff table.

“Then will they be doing here?” Harry continued.

“Obviously, they organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn’t they?” Hermione explained. ” I suppose they want to be here to see it start.”

“You said, is Krum not…” Ron stopped sharply before he had finished.

He couldn’t believe it. A girl from Beauxbatons walked over from Ravenclaw’s long table. She had long waterfall-like silvery-blond hair almost to her waist. with a pair of blue and blue. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth.

It was Fleur. She had just removed her muffler.

Looking at Fleur getting closer and closer, Ron went purple. He stared up at her, his mouth open uncontrollably.

“Long time no see, Evan Mason!” Fleur said haughtily. She did not wait for Evan to answer and waved to Gabrielle, “Gabrielle, the party is about to begin. You must come back and sit with us.”

“Oh!” Gabrielle said goodbye to everyone, took Fleur’s hand and left.

“Who’s this girl?”

“Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle’s sister!” Evan explained.

“Who’s Gabrielle?!”

Ron was still goggling at the girl as though he had never seen one before. Harry started to laugh.

Then he realized that Gabrielle, whom Evan talked about, was the girl Fleur was holding hands with.

“Well, Ron, don’t stare at others so impolitely.”

“I dare say she’s a Veela!” He said hoarsely.

“Of course she isn’t!” said Hermione tartly. “I don’t see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!”

But she wasn’t entirely right about that. As the girl crossed the Hall, many boys’ heads turned, and some of them seemed to have become temporarily speechless, just like Ron.

“In fact, they have a quarter of Veela’s blood. Fleur and Gabrielle’s grandmother was a Veela.” said Evan.

“I’m telling you, that’s not a normal girl!” said Ron, leaning sideways so he could keep a clear view of her. “They don’t make them like that at Hogwarts!”

“They make them okay at Hogwarts,” said Harry without thinking. His eyes followed Fleur to the long table of Ravenclaw, where Cho happened to be sitting only a few places away from the girl with the silvery hair.

“Yes, they make them fine at Hogwarts.” Evan nodded and looked at Hermione.

Seeing that Evan was so bold, Hermione turned reddish and gave him a fierce look.

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