“She is expressing disdain for Professor Dumbledore’s speech!” Hermione said indignantly.
“Did we invite them? And even if it’s cold, why not put on the cloak?”
Her complaint was only received by Harry’s perfunctory response. Ron was still a resentful woman at this time, looking tightly at Malfoy, who seemed to have a good conversation with Crum.
Today’s dinner was extremely sumptuous, and the house elves in the kitchen seemed to have tried their best to make a variety of delicacies, including foreign food.
“This is French onion soup, this one is French fish soup. In comparison, I prefer onion soup. When Professor Forrest took me on a trip, I drank a lot of bowls. I couldn’t accept the fish soup, and there was also beef tartare, which was completely raw beef.”
After exploring in France for more than a week, Harry, who knew the food there, introduced Ron and Hermione to Ron and Hermione on the long table, and they had never seen several foods.
“I know the mixed fish soup. My parents also saw it when they took me to France for vacation, but we just took a sip and didn’t touch it again.” Hermione said with some disgust as she looked at the bowl of seafood hodgepodge.
Ron didn’t seem to want to try it at all, but other Gryffindor students served a bowl of mixed fish soup and tried it, and no one made another second attempt.
Just as Harry and his friends were concerned about the horses who had just taken care of the Boothbaton Academy, rushing back to the auditorium to get injured by the blown tail snail on their hand, who was sitting at the end of the professor’s seat.
A crisp and nice voice suddenly sounded behind Harry and the others.
“Hi! Harry, we’re meeting again.”
Harry and the others turned their heads, and Furong raised her head and said hello to Harry with a smile on her face.
Hermione also recognized her at this time. She was the Busbaton girl with a scarf that made a mocking sound when Dumbledore spoke.
Ron was stunned when he looked at Furong’s blue eyes, white teeth, long silver hair like a waterfall.
Harry looked surprised when he saw Furong.
“Miss Dragul! I thought you didn’t come.”
“Just call me Furong, how could I not come to Hogwarts?” She sat in an empty seat next to Harry and squeezed Hermione aside.
[To be honest, I have been using Mimi to read and read books recently, changing the source and switching, and reading aloud sounds, both Android and Apple can do it. 】
This made Hermione’s view of this extremely beautiful girl even worse.
“If I hadn’t even come here, then Busbaton wouldn’t be able to choose other warriors.”
> Her tone was very arrogant, just like her posture, which made Hermione look at her with a noticeable unkind look.
Harry didn’t care much. He spent a few days with Furong during the summer vacation of the second grade. He had long been used to her character. He knew that she was actually just a knife-like mouth and was even lost in front of Sherlock.
“Can you give me that mixed fish soup? I don’t think you are interested in it.”
His face turned red and he had been talking like a resentful woman for a long time, but at this time he could no longer spit out a word, and quickly brought the bowl of mixed fish soup to Furong.
Hibiscus’s big blue eyes suddenly turned crescent-shaped.
“Thank you.”
Even when she thanked her, she still stretched her neck like a swan, and it was more like she was accepting someone else’s thank you.
Ron’s face turned redder a little. He opened his mouth and tried hard to spit out a word from his throat, but he didn’t say it for a long time.
“Did you fly from the sky all the way? From France to England?”
Harry was obviously more interested in Busbaton’s means of transportation.