Chapter 391: The kiss and the welcome dinner

"Are all French women so... open?" Ivan looked at Gabrielle moving closer and closer to him, trying to hide as best he could.

His heart was beating violently. In front of him, the girl showed a charming smile, with white milk stains on the corners of her lips, which gave off a sweet scent....

She wanted to kiss him!

Ivan could feel Gabrielle's warm breath on his face.

He thought of what he had done in Diagon Alley with Hermione on Christmas Day, and that was the same then. The wonderful scent of a girl...

"Meow!" Ivan meowed faintly, almost panting.

It was not the whistling of a child, but the soft cry of a kitten.

At that moment, such a weak meow couldn't stop her - on the contrary, it aroused her interest and backfired!

Ivan almost suffocated, and his brain almost stopped working. However, the reason she had left told her that something had to be done to stop Gabriel.

She thought she was kissing a cat, but he wasn't a real one!

But there was an impulse deep in her heart to do nothing. After all, he was a cat now. No matter what happened, he wouldn't be found out.

Besides, this was all the girl's initiative!

"Meow!"

While Ivan still hesitated, Gabrielle's cold lips had been imprinted on his face.

He could no longer hear his heartbeat, but his body tensed sharply.

The girl's lips were very cool and soft; she kissed Ivan gently and rubbed her face on his cheek. In Ivan's trembling, all the white milk stains on her lips touched him.

He had to admit that, from an outside perspective, the scene was amazing!

A lovely little girl with long blonde hair and a pretty face like an angel, with a black kitten in her arms. In a way, it was cute to the extreme.

Gabrielle's little face rubbed against Ivan, but this was not all.

Immediately, she picked him up again and seemed to want to kiss him on the lips.

Ivan looked at her pitifully, looking at Gabrielle's cute little mouth coming at him again.

He gasped and felt he couldn't take so much excitement.

Going on like this, he was afraid....

Ivan blinked and, just as Gabrielle's mouth was about to touch him, his pure black claws were unconsciously raised.

With a snap, he gently pressed the girl's face.

"Meow!" At the unexpected surprise of his "opponent", Ivan forcibly ran away.

He jumped onto the window sill not far away, ignored the screams of the girl behind him, calmed his breathing and jumped gently without looking back.

By the time Ivan got back to his room, Sirius had returned.

"Well, your impressions of Beauxbatons?" Sirius said. "It's the most beautiful campus in Europe. There are many types of plants in the nearby woods. There are over 300 kinds of magical creatures living here. If Hagrid could come, he would definitely fall in love with it."

"Very beautiful indeed!" muttered Ivan. He touched his right cheek, which seemed to be stained with Gabrielle's milk.

"Besides the beautiful campus atmosphere, France also abounds with beautiful women!" Sirius looked at Ivan's flushed face, with some insight, "I have to admit that all the girls here are very pretty. I just saw one in Madame Maxime's office. She's definitely a Veela. If she were a few decades younger..."

Sirius should have seen Fleur, because the description fit her perfectly.

Ivan really wanted to tell her that he had just had intimate contact with her sister.

But it was better not to say such things, if Hermione found out....

They chatted for a while before leaving to attend the welcome dinner.

For tonight's feast, Beauxbatons was clearly prepared.

The glittering Great Hall was even more striking, and the school emblems, curtains, and wall decorations were new.

Countless golden candles floated in the sky and looked quite spectacular.

Just above the Great Hall was a round marble dome.

It didn't directly reflect the weather outside like at Hogwarts. Instead, a beautiful mural was painted, with blue as the main hue, clouds floating inside it, giving it a divine feel.

Ivan didn't know exactly what the mural represented, because almost all of the school's ghosts, portraits, wall figures and animals were huddled there, and they were looking closely at Sirius and Ivan, who had just entered the Great Hall.

The same was true of the Beauxbatons students.

They were dressed in their new school uniform and seated at long, different tables according to their age. Ivan saw almost a thousand pairs of eyes looking at him, with inquiry and curiosity.

No one spoke, and the Beauxbatons administration seemed very strict.

If at Hogwarts people from other schools could come to dinner, young wizards would talk about it for a long time.

They might even dare to invite visitors directly to their long table.

But here it was totally different, and all the Beauxbatons students were trying to hold back.

As Sirius passed, the students along the way nodded politely, but Ivan noticed that they weren't looking at him so politely.

He ignored all the provocations in the boys' eyes, and also pretended not to see the eager eyes of the girls.

In general, the young wizards at Beauxbatons were not very friendly to Ivan. Besides his curiosity, he didn't know where his sense of superiority came from.

None of these emotions were hidden, clearly written on their faces.

Among the top three wizarding schools in Europe, the young men thought their school was the best, but thanks to Dumbledore, Hogwarts had far surpassed the other two wizarding schools in the last few decades. Ivan's strength and reputation were also far better than others.

In this case, it was natural that there was not a good image of Ivan. Many people wanted to test him to see who was better.

However, Ivan would not mind that boredom at all.

He looked around and noticed Gabrielle sitting in the freshman seat. She was craning her neck and trying to look at him. He turned around and waved.

The girl smiled and waved back.

If she knew that the black cat she had kissed not too long ago was Ivan, she certainly wouldn't be so calm.

At the front of the guest table, Dumbledore sat in the middle seat.

On his left side, an old man with a beard longer than his own sat, and he was quite remarkable.

It was the alchemist Nicolas Flamel. Very old, but in good spirits, he wore a beautiful golden wizard's robe.

He was talking to Dumbledore, and was playing with strange magical objects in his hand.

Considering his identity, Ivan wondered if his dress was pure gold.

In any case, Flamel had no shortage of gold. For an alchemist who could alter matter itself, gold was as common as stones by the roadside.