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"What it's like studying in Beaxbaton? What about the library?"
"Have you been in any other Magical School?"
"What about this book? Does your school have any other similar books?"
The moment Fleur gave her the book about runes, Hermione bombarded her with questions. The French witch's eyes flickered at Harry as if saying, 'Help me,' but Harry, the traitor, chuckled in amusement, and instead of helping her, he merely looked at them.
Fleur glared at him for abandoning her as she looked back at Hermione. "Beaxabaton eet's ze most beautiful school een ze world, Hermione. Eet's like a castle, and ze garden around ze school ees breathtaking. Ze most beautiful garden een ze world." Fleur answered, smiling brightly, and Hermione seemed to be paying attention to every word she said.
"Ze library ees magical. Once you enter inside, eet's as large as an entire house, made of four floors connected through wide grand staircases." Fleur explained more about her school; from what he was hearing, it sounded like a wonderful place. Harry briefly wondered what it would be like if he had studied in that school, but he quickly put that thought away. Hogwarts was his home, and he would have never become friends with Fleur if things were different.
"I 'ave been een Italy's wizarding school, eet's fascinating. Ze school ees split into two, one part ees above ground, and ze other ees underwater." Fleur explained, and she quite enjoyed their shocked expressions.
"Underwater?!"
"How does that work? The pressure would destroy the school!" Hermione questioned with a hint of disbelief, and Fleur could not really blame her for it. After all, she, too, had been very skeptical when they told her that the second part of Italy's Main Wizarding School was underwater.
"I'm not sure, but Benvenutaa ees Italy's main wizarding school. Ze witches zere told me eet was all built by one wizard, who worked on eet for a century. I asked about ze magic used zere, but zey told me that only ze highest een their ministry of magic knew ze secrets of their school." Fleur explained, and she could almost see Hermione's gears turning in her head while Harry seemed amazed.
"That sounds...amazing," Harry commented with a shake of his head, expressing his disbelief. He couldn't believe that until the fourth year started, he had never really thought of Wizarding School in other countries; he wondered what was so different in all of them. They continued talking more about the other wizarding schools, but unfortunately. Fleur had yet to visit any other places around Europe.
"Does your school has Houses like we do?" Hermione asked eagerly as she leaned over the table.
"Non, we are simply split between male and female. We are given our own rooms, and that's how eet ees for ze next seven years. But our school splits ze students based on their age. Zere are seven parts of ze school that are only used by ze students to sleep, zey 'ave ze common room and everything."
"Oh, we get sorted into four houses by the Sorting Hat," Hermione said before giggling to herself. When we all entered the school the first time, one of the students said that we had to fight a troll to be sorted." Hermione explained with a louder giggle; Fluer laughed along, finding the idea ridiculous.
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