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Chapter 239 Furong's Show of Favor

When Amber came to the auditorium, the four long tables were already quite crowded.

Although the two sides had been filthy before, the badge wooden box was still quietly placed in the center of the auditorium.

However, the Beauxbatons were still seated at the Slytherin long table with the smallest number of people.

So much so that the smell of gunpowder was quite strong on the Slytherin long table at this time.

Beauxbatons and Slytherin glared at each other, and Slytherin felt that this group of people in light blue robes were here to spoil the place.

And the badge boxes carefully made by Beauxbatons made Amber's hands break.

Naturally, I felt that I couldn't let myself down, and I wanted to save face on my side by losing the momentum without losing others.

For a time, the tenacity of the sword quickly spread from the Slytherin long table to the entire auditorium.

At the other three long tables that were full of people, the sound of joy gradually diminished.

Everyone ate food from their plates quickly, as if waiting for an extra second was an inhuman torture.

Facing such an embarrassing situation, Edmund and Fleur looked at each other.

They all knew that this kind of attitude was very bad. No matter what, Beauxbaton was also an exchange group invited by Dumbledore himself.

However, due to the previous provocation that almost wiped out Hogwarts, the two sides almost broke the last layer of window paper.

In this case, even if Edmund is the Slytherin prefect, his words may not be easy.

Only Amber can solve this contradiction.

Edmund couldn't help but cast his eyes to Lilith who was asking for help.

But Lilith's bad character was displayed vividly at this time.

She just sat there smiling and watched Edmund make a fool of himself, ignoring her prefect's cry for help.

And Furong also had such an expression. As the head of the delegation of Beauxbatons, she was under even greater pressure at this time.

Such an atmosphere is completely unfavorable for Beauxbaton's communication development, but due to the previous brain-dead operation, Beesbatten is now in a dilemma.

Finally, under such an awkward atmosphere, Amber's figure leisurely appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

"Amber, you are finally here!"

Seeing that familiar figure, Edmund finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his body was dripping with sweat, and even his robe was soaked.

And Furong hurriedly stood up, watching Amber walk to the long table, bowing slightly.

"Good day, Mr. Cadmus.""

"Good day, Miss Furong.

Facing Furong's sudden greeting, Amber looked at him in surprise several times.

He didn't think he had any special connection with Furong, the only communication was just two short sentences the day before.

But now, Fleur seems to have a special look at herself, which makes Amber puzzled.

It is true that Hibiscus has Veela blood, but it has no influence on Amber.

Years of battle have forged Amber's soul and spirit as steel.

Not to mention a mere hibiscus half-blood, even a purebred veela standing in front of Amber, he can raise his wand without any fuss.

So in the face of Furong's gesture, Amber didn't do anything else.

After nodding slightly, he sat down in his seat, took a piece of steak, and ate it.

Amber's attitude, so that Furong did not expect.

Although she already knew something the day before, when she saw that this man didn't pay any attention to her appearance, Furong couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss deep in her heart.

She really wanted to turn her head and leave like this, but at this time, what Furong represented was not just herself.

Behind him was a group of Beauxbatons' exchange groups, who had to live in Hogwarts for nearly half a year.

This kind of attitude is tantamount to being very unfavorable for their communication and learning.

Thinking like this, Furong gritted her teeth and walked around the long table, and she sat down next to Amber under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Such a risky move is tantamount to attracting a lot of exclamations.

Slytherin's seating arrangement is quite strict and rigorous. As the chief of the second grade, Amber can only sit next to the chief or prefect of another grade.

Even after Amber got the Merlin badge and killed the basilisk.

Amber always acquiesced to two vacant positions to reflect his unequivocal prestige and status in Slytherin.

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Now that Furong was sitting in this taboo position, some grumpy Slytherins were suddenly attracted to the table.

But when they saw that Amber didn't care about Fleur's offense, these people looked at each other and sat down slowly.

He even winked with the classmates next to him, his eyes full of pride.

"Yo hoo, Hermione is in danger."

Looking at Furong's extremely eager and active actions, Lilith on the other side of Amber raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes drifted to the Gryffindor long table unconsciously.

Although Lilith is very clear, Furong's actions at this time are only to eliminate the gap and contradiction between the two schools.

But that doesn't mean other people think the same way.

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The current Slytherin, has not already regarded Furong as a little girl who embraced her.

The student leader of the entire Hogwarts, Captain Beauxbatons, who fascinated all the men in the opposite direction, gave his arms to him.

Such rumors are quite marketable among Hogwarts.

For a time, there was a lot of discussion on the four long tables.

Although every boy thinks about Fu Zhong, but when Furong takes the initiative to approach Amber.

There was an indescribable sense of pride and superiority in their hearts.

However, not everyone has such emotions.

The ladies of Hogwarts all stared at Fleur with fire-breathing eyes.

If the eyes can really release magic, I am afraid that the hibiscus has been wiped out by now, and not even the tiniest piece of scum is left.

Among these girls, especially somewhere on the Gryffindor long table, the atmosphere was even more solemn.

At this time, Hermione had already bent the fork in her hand.

Harry and Ronald, who were beside them, were leaning towards the other side with horror on their faces, as if staying by Hermione's side for another second would be implicated by that terrifying atmosphere.

Hermione's eyes, on the other hand, were fixed on the long Slytherin table in the distance, constantly gouging out Fleur's charming face.

Finally, when Fleur's plump breasts rubbed against Amber's arm again unconsciously, Hermione slapped her fork on the table, aggressively, and walked towards the long Slytherin table.