Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 462 "old Enemies" Of France

"Evan, Cho seems to be concerned about you..." Hermione said suspiciously.

He remembered his conversation with Ginny from the night before, and Ginny had told him that there were many girls at school who were secretly in love with Evan.

Among them was Cho Chang from Ravenclaw. He had long had the feeling that something was amiss.

Perhaps he should take Ginny's advice and speed things up with Evan...

Hermione pondered this, her face blushing, and what had happened last night appeared in her mind.

Her body leaned toward Evan in front of her, like a curious kitten.

Although Hermione looked charming at that moment, Evan did not dare to be careless. He knew that his response had to satisfy her; otherwise, at any moment she could transition from a kitten to a fierce lion.

But how should he answer Hermione's question?!

She was right. Cho did care about him. She had just come here and even spoken with him alone.

Evan couldn't say yes, but he also couldn't say no. The more he explained, the darker the situation would become.

If possible, he hoped to find time again and talk alone with Hermione, like the night before...

Just then, a large group of teenagers who had never been seen before approached, diverting everyone's attention.

"Look, who are they?" Harry asked. "They're definitely not from Hogwarts. Maybe they're students from another magic school Sirius mentioned. Do you know where they come from?"

"Beauxbatons," Hermione whispered.

"How do you know?" Harry looked at her surprised.

"All their robes bear the Beauxbatons school crest. I read about it in 'An Analysis of Magical Education in Europe,'" said Hermione, "It's two crossed wands emitting three stars each."

"They are definitely Beauxbatons students!" Evan added.

He seemed to have an impression on one of the boys, to whom he had given a tough lesson after he provoked him over two months ago.

He hoped the last experience in the Beauxbatons Great Hall had taught them enough lessons.

However, Evan's expectations faded. After seeing him, the Beauxbatons students immediately surrounded him.

They still remembered the incident. Evan fought against all the Beauxbatons students alone and still managed to leave safely after the big fight. This was a great embarrassment for Beauxbatons.

That night, many people wanted to teach Evan a lesson, but in the end, no one could find him.

Now that they had encountered Evan here, naturally they wouldn't let him go.

"What on earth is wrong with these kids? They seem very agitated!" Ron said nervously, "What are they talking about?"

"Something's not right, better keep an eye on them!" Harry continued.

The Beauxbatons students surrounded Evan and his friends, shouting something aggressively in French.

Evan knew it must be a demand for an apology or curses towards him or something of the sort.

He saw many of them pulling out their wands, and the battle was imminent.

With Evan's current strength, he naturally was not afraid of these kids. If necessary, he could render them all unconscious in a matter of seconds.

It was basic; he would only need to use magic that affected a relatively weak area. That was the best way to deal with multiple weaker enemies.

This method was simple and direct, much better than using a spell aimed at a single target and attacking them one by one.

But Evan did not draw his wand. He knew the place was filled with Ministry of Magic officials.

They were patrolling to maintain order, nervous and fearful, dreading that any mishap would be discovered by Muggles.

As expected, before the two sides could do anything, a Ministry of Magic wizard appeared by their side.

"Kids, I hope you're not gearing up for a fight. Young wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school!" he said breathlessly. "With such magnificent weather, you should be doing something more significant than hanging around here."

The Beauxbatons young wizards looked at each other and left reluctantly.

The way they looked before leaving seemed to tell Evan that this was not over. However, he didn't care at all.

Against absolute power, no matter how many people oppose him, they won't be able to escape the fate of being crushed.

When Evan was cursed and unable to use much magic, he dared to face all the students of Beauxbatons. Now that he had regained his strength and acquired the Philosopher's Stone, confronting them could no longer be described as an act of bravery.

The brief encounter caused Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's impressions of Beauxbatons to significantly deteriorate.

Ron was even more direct, "What barbarians, those French!"

Such descriptions obviously could not be generalized, and even Ron had to admit that the Beauxbatons girls remained charming; especially Fleur, as well as her sister Gabrielle, along with the other enthusiastic girls.

On the way back, Evan recounted the story of his previous confrontation with Beauxbatons, leaving everyone surprised.

Everyone admired Evan's bravery and strength, but upon reflection, he actually felt completely ordinary.

In their eyes, there was nothing Evan couldn't do!

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

The house-elf Kreacher continued to toss wood into the fire, complaining that Mr. Weasley wouldn't let him use the stove in the tent.

It took them over an hour to cook eggs and sausages for lunch.

It was only then that Fred and George returned, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrived from the Burrow.

Everyone was eating eggs and sausages by the bonfire, and the atmosphere was pleasant and relaxing.

They were halfway through their plates when Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, waving and smiling at a man rushing towards them.

"Look, the man of the hour, Ludo!" he exclaimed.

Everyone's attention focused on the wizard who had just appeared.

This wizard was the most striking person they had seen so far, even including old Archie in his flowery nightshirt.

He was very energetic and vigorous, clad in long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. A huge picture of a wasp was emblazoned on his chest.

He looked like a sturdy man who had gained a bit of weight; the robes clung around a large belly, which was very prominent.

His nose was flattened, but his round blue eyes, short blonde hair, and rosy complexion made him look like a big child.

"Hello there!" called Bagman cheerfully. He walked as if he had springs attached to the soles of his feet and clearly was in a state of unbridled excitement.