Charlie asked indifferently.
"Miss Delacour, is there something you need?"
Fleur leaned against the wall and smiled charmingly, her long silver hair gleaming softly in the sunlight, her delicate features like a piece of elven art.
"Can't I come to see you if I don't have any business? Can't you allow me to be a member of your fan club too?"
Charlie chuckled.
"Just tell me what you want."
Although Fleur was very beautiful, they were competitors now.
He didn't believe for a second that a champion carefully selected by Beauxbatons would be a star-struck love-struck fool.
Fleur secretly thought that he wasn't as easy to handle as she had imagined.
When those girls were surrounding Charlie just now, although he seemed a bit uncomfortable, he didn't refuse them.
This showed that he wasn't completely uninterested in women, just highly vigilant.
Fleur had absolute confidence in her beauty.
Compared to those girls, she was much, much better looking.
Since she was young, Fleur had met many wizards; as long as she released a little of her talent, they would be infatuated, desperate to offer her everything.
She walked slowly toward Charlie, her blue eyes shimmering, a strange silver halo radiating from her body, and the surrounding air seemed to become sweet.
Fleur leaned in toward Charlie and said pitifully.
"Mr. White, why are you so cold to me? Is it just because I am also a competitor in the Triwizard Cup? If that's the case, I would rather give up this Triwizard Cup."
Her voice was as soft as a feather brushing against his ear, and that pitiful look would have made any normal boy soften his heart long ago.
But Charlie stood still, his eyes calm as water, and there was even a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.
"Is that so? Then withdraw from the competition. If you withdraw, maybe I can give you the position of president of my fan club."
Fleur's heart skipped a beat, but she continued to walk forward.
She walked up to Charlie, looked up with teary eyes, her blue pupils glowing slightly.
"As long as you are happy, I am willing to do anything."
Charlie suddenly felt something tugging at his mind. It was a subtle feeling, like countless thin threads drilling into his brain, trying to influence his thoughts.
Psychic attack?
Charlie's eyes turned cold instantly. Trying to pull a trick on an expert?
The next moment, Monarchs Might erupted without reservation.
Fleur's smile froze on her face.
In her perception, the young man in front of her vanished instantly, replaced by an ancient dragon that blotted out the sky.
The dragon opened its maw full of fangs, looking down at her with a violent aura of destruction.
"What do you think you're doing?" Charlie said coldly.
Fleur's face instantly flushed red.
Her charm spell was forcibly interrupted, and her mind suffered severe backlash. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into the abyss the next second.
Even breathing became difficult, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt down.
Charlie did not show mercy just because she was beautiful.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed Fleur's prized long silver hair, and roughly pulled her face toward his.
The posture of the two appeared extremely ambiguous to outsiders, their noses almost touching.
Charlie leaned into her ear, his voice icy and bone-chilling.
"Put away those cheap tricks of yours. If you dare to use such petty maneuvers on me again, I will gouge your eyes out."
Fleur endured the sharp pain in her scalp, feeling the hot breath Charlie exhaled, her face crimson.
She had been the center of attention her whole life and had never been treated like this before.
Yet Charlie's grip on her hair was shockingly strong; she couldn't break free at all.
"Did you understand me?" Charlie asked again.
Fleur bit her lip, tears swirling in her eyes, and nodded in fear.
Just then.
"Charlie! Mr. Bagman is calling you to go to..."
The voice became quieter and quieter.
Hermione came running over, clutching a stack of books. She had just turned the corner when she saw this scene.
Charlie was holding Fleur's head, their faces pressed close together.
The books dropped to the floor with a bang.
...
In the corridor, Hermione walked in front, clutching her books, her steps hurried.
Charlie followed behind her, while Fleur trailed far behind, her hair still a bit messy, the flush from the backlash faded, leaving her face pale.
She was scared whenever she saw Charlie now; if it weren't for Hermione saying every champion had to come, she would have wanted to leave immediately.
This time she had really kicked an iron plate.
She had wanted to charm Charlie so he would help her win the Triwizard Cup, but instead, she had been crushed like a bug in her area of greatest expertise.
This made Fleur's mental fortitude shattered a little.
Charlie looked at Hermione's back and spoke.
"Hermione, slow down."
Hermione walked even faster.
"There's a vase on the left ahead, lean a bit to the right."
Charlie reminded her.
Hermione immediately walked to the left, almost bumping into it.
Charlie sighed helplessly, stopped talking, and honestly followed behind.
The corridor was long, the three of them walking two in front and one behind, the atmosphere quite bizarre.
Finally, Hermione stopped in front of a door.
Charlie stepped forward, but Hermione kept her head down, her fluffy brown curls covering her face completely.
"I have nothing to do with Fleur," Charlie said, sighing.
"It's not what you think."
Hermione looked up, her eyes a bit red.
"Really?"
"Really."
Hermione pursed her lips and said in a low voice.
"You go in first, they have been waiting for a long time."
Charlie saw that she was no longer keeping her head down, and only then did he push the door open and enter.
A little while later, Fleur also walked up.
Hermione glanced at her and pointed calmly at the door.
"It's here."
Fleur was stunned for a moment.
She had expected Hermione to take the opportunity to make things difficult for her, after all, Hermione had looked very unhappy just now.
"Thank you," Fleur said in a low voice.
She hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"About just now... it's not what you think."
Hermione nodded.
"I know."
Fleur looked at her, a bit confused, then finally nodded at Hermione and pushed the door open to enter.
Only Hermione was left in the corridor.
She stood there, arms crossed, thumbs rubbing together unconsciously, feeling a little secretly happy inside.
Hermione could see that Fleur and Charlie had nothing going on.
After all, Fleur looked terrified of Charlie, not daring to get close to him the whole way.
What she was sad about wasn't the relationship between Charlie and Fleur, but that Charlie hadn't explained anything to her.
From a friend's perspective, this was no problem at all, but she still felt sour inside.
But he had explained it later, even if it was just a short sentence.
Clutching her books, Hermione couldn't help but smile.
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