v2 Chapter 462： Barbarian from France

"Ivan, autumn seems to care about you," Hermione said suspiciously.

She remembered her conversation with Ginny last night, and Ginny said that there are many girls in the school who are in love with Ai Wen.

Qiu Zhang of Crow, she has long felt that two people seem to be somewhat wrong.

Maybe, you should follow Ginny’s advice and hurry up and time.

Hermione thought about it, her face was reddish, and the things that happened last night appeared in her mind.

Her body approached Ai Wen, like a curious kitten.

Although Hermione looks cute now, Avon doesn't dare to care.

He knew that his answer had to be satisfied with Hermione, otherwise she could change from a kitten to a lion at any time.

However, how should Hermione answer this question? !

She is right, autumn really cares about herself, just came over and even talked to him alone.

Ai Wen can't say yes, can't say no, it's the more rhythm that explains the darker.

If possible, he hopes to find time again and talk to Hermione alone, just like last night.

It was just at this time that a large group of teenagers who had never seen a teenager in the past came over and diverted everyone’s attention.

"Look, who are they?" Harry asked. "They are certainly not Hogwarts. Maybe they are students of other magic schools, just don't know where they come from?"

"Bus Barton!" Hermione whispered.

"How do you know?" Harry looked at her in surprise.

"Their robes all have the coat of arms of Booth Barton, I saw it in the European Assessment of Magic Education." Hermione said, "It's like that, two golden criss-cross wands, each wand. There are three stars on the top."

"They are indeed students of Booth Barton!" Ai Wen said.

He seems to have a little impression on one of the guys. After proactively provoking more than two months ago, he was taught by himself very miserable.

He hopes that the last experience in the Booth Barton Hall will allow the other party to get enough lessons.

However, Ai Wen’s expectations fell through. After seeing him, the students of this group of Bussbart immediately surrounded them.

They still remember the incident, and Ai Wen was alone against the entire Busbourton student and made a safe haven to evacuate.

This is a great shame for Busbarton.

That night, many people wanted to teach Ai Wen a good meal, but in the end no one found him.

Now I met Evan here, they naturally will not let go.

"What the **** these guys are doing, it seems to be very exciting!" said Ron uneasy. "What are they talking about?"

"The situation is a bit wrong, we'd better be careful!" Harry followed.

The students of Booth Barton surrounded Ai Wen and his entourage in a middle position and yelled loudly in French.

Ai Wen knows that it must be a word that wants to apologize or curse.

He saw that many people on the opposite side had pulled out their wands and the battle was at a stroke.

With the strength of Ai Wen, I am naturally not afraid of these guys.

If possible, he is confident that he will knock down the opponent in a matter of seconds.

For the wizards whose strength gap is very different, they use a huge magic to suppress.

This method is simple and straightforward, and the effect is better than using a spell.

But Avon didn't come up with a wand. He knew that the camp was full of officials from the Ministry of Magic.

They patrolled around to maintain order, nervous and terrible, for fear of any accident being Muggle.

Sure enough, before the two sides did anything, there was a wizard from the Ministry of Magic who was stunned by them.

"Children, I hope that you are not preparing to fight. The little wizard is not allowed to use magic outside the school!" he said breathlessly. "In such a great weather, you should do something more meaningful, not Gather here."

The little wizards of Booth Barton looked at each other and were unwilling to leave!

The look before they left was like telling Ai Wen that it was far from over.

However, Ai Wen did not care at all.

In the face of absolute strength, the number of people can not escape the fate of being crushed.

When Evan was cursed and could not use a lot of magic, he dared to play against the entire Busbourton student.

Now that he has regained his strength and the help of the Sorcerer's Stone, there is no need to say anything about it.

The short-lived contact made Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny’s impressions on Booth Barton significantly worse.

Ron is a direct name, these guys are barbarians from France.

This kind of thing can't be partial, and it is fair to say that the girl of Booth Barton is still good.

Especially Furong, as well as her sister Gabriel, and the passionate French girls.

On the way back, Ai Wen talked about what happened to Buss Barton before, and everyone was amazed.

They all admire the courage and strength of Ai Wen, but I don’t think it’s so strange to think about it.

Things that can't be done in their impressions.

When they returned to the tent, Mr. Weasley and Sirius had already raised fire outside the tent.

The family elf Kreacher kept throwing firewood inside, complaining that Mr. Weasley would not let him use the stove in the tent.

After more than an hour, they cooked the fried eggs and boiled sausages.

Until then, Fred and George came back, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy also arrived from the house.

Everyone was eating eggs and sausages in front of the campfire, and the atmosphere was pleasant and relaxing.

Just half eaten, Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up and smiled and waved to the man who strode over.

"Look, the most important person at the moment, Ludo!" he shouted.

Everyone’s attention is focused on the wizards that have just appeared.

This wizard is the most eye-catching person I have ever seen, and even the old Archie in printed pajamas can't match him.

He is very energetic and energetic, wearing a long Quidditch ball gown.

The top is the same wide and wide horizontal line of yellow and black, and a huge wasp is printed on the chest.

It can be seen that he was very strong in his original physique, but now he is going downhill.

The robe was tightly stretched on the big belly, and the stomach was so good.

His nose was flat, but his round blue eyes, short golden head, and the red face made him look like a boy who was too big.

"Ah!" Bagman shouted happily.

He walked hopping, as if the spring was under his feet, apparently in a state of extreme excitement. (To be continued.) 8