Chapter 462: "Old Enemies" of France

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

She remembered her conversation with Ginny last night, and Ginny said that there were many girls at school who were secretly in love with Ivan.

Among them was Cho Chang from Ravenclaw. She had long felt that there was something wrong with them.

Maybe, she should take Ginny's advice and speed things up with Ivan...

Hermione thought about it, her face was flushed red, and what happened last night popped into her mind.

Her body moved closer to Ivan in front of her, like a curious kitten.

Although Hermione looked lovely now, Ivan dared not be careless. He knew his answer must satisfy her; otherwise, she might change from kitten to fierce lioness at any moment.

But how to answer Hermione's question?!

She was right. Cho really cared about him. She came here a moment ago and even talked to him alone.

Ivan couldn't say yes, and he couldn't say no either. The more he would explain, the darker the situation would become.

If it was possible, he hoped to find time again and talk to Hermione alone, like last night....

At that moment, a large group of teenagers who had never been seen before approached and diverted everyone's attention.

"Look, who are they?" Harry asked. "They're certainly not from Hogwarts. Maybe they're students from another wizarding school Sirius spoke of. Do you know where they're from?"

"Beauxbatons!" Hermione whispered.

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

"All of their robes have the Beauxbatons school insignia on them. I saw it in An Evaluation of Magical Education in Europe." Hermione said, "That's right, two crossed wands each emitting three stars."

"They are indeed Beauxbatons students!" Ivan followed her.

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

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

However, Ivan's expectations were not met. After seeing him, the Beauxbatons students immediately surrounded him.

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

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

Now that they met Ivan here, naturally they wouldn't let him go.

"What the hell is wrong with these guys? they look really agitated!" Ron said uncomfortably, "What are they talking about?"

"Something's wrong, we'd better watch out!" Harry followed him.

The Beauxbatons students surrounded Ivan and his friends, shouting something aggressive in French.

Ivan knew it must be a demand for apologies or curses or something.

He saw that many of them had drawn their wands and battle was imminent.

With Ivan's current strength, he naturally had no fear of these guys. If necessary, he could knock them all out in seconds.

It was basic; he would only have to use a relatively weak area spell that affected several people. That was the best way to deal with many weaker enemies.

This method was simple and straightforward, and much better than using a single target spell and attacking them one at a time.

But Ivan did not draw his wand. He knew that the camp was full of Ministry of Magic officers.

They were patrolling to keep order, nervous and frightened, fearful that the Muggles would discover some accident.

Predictably, before the two sides could do anything, a Ministry of Magic wizard appeared at their side.

"Children, I hope you are not preparing to fight. Young wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school!" he said breathlessly. "In such fine weather, they should be doing something more meaningful instead of gathering here."

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

The way they looked at each other before leaving seemed to tell Ivan that it was far from over. However, he didn't mind at all.

In the face of absolute power, no matter how many people were against them, they could not escape the fate of being crushed.

When Ivan was cursed and couldn't use much magic, he dared to fight all the students of Beauxbatons. Now that he had regained his strength and acquired a Philosopher's Stone, fighting them could no longer be described as an act of bravery.

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

Ron was even more direct: "What barbarians, those Frenchmen!"

These kinds of descriptions obviously could not be generalized, and even Ron had to admit that the Beauxbatons girls were still good; especially Fleur, as well as her sister Gabrielle, along with the other enthusiastic girls.

Upon his return, Ivan told the story of his previous fight with Beauxbatons, which surprised everyone.

Everyone admired Ivan's courage and strength, but on second thought, he felt completely normal.

In his impression, there was nothing Ivan couldn't do.

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

Kreacher the elf was throwing wood inside, complaining that Mr. Weasley wouldn't let him use the tent stove.

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

Only then did Fred and George return, and Bill, Charlie and Percy arrived from the Burrow.

They were all eating eggs and sausage in front of the campfire, and the atmosphere was nice and relaxing.

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

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

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

This wizard was the most remarkable person they had seen so far, even including old Archie in his flowered nightgown.

He was very energetic and vigorous, wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. A huge image of a wasp splashed across his chest.

He had the look of a powerfully built man who had gone to seed; the robes stretched tightly over a large belly, which became very fat.

His nose was flattened, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion made him look like a very large schoolboy.

"Ah!" The bogeyman called happily. He walked as if he had springs in his feet and was clearly in a state of wild excitement.