Chapter 574: Fleur's Room

Ivan had no objection to Hermione's suggestion; although with the relationship between Madame Maxime and Hagrid, Fleur would eventually find out about the fire dragon.

But if Ivan told her beforehand, she would owe him a favor.

"Gabrielle, where's your sister?" said Ivan, "There's something I want to talk to her about."

"She's in her room. She says she's not feeling well today. She's not going to Hogsmeade," Gabrielle said. She blinked and wondered what Ivan would have to say to her sister alone.

"Well, you take me up..."

"You go by yourself. I just got out of there. She's in a bad mood. I don't want to be around her right now." Gabrielle grimaced adorably and said with a smile, "You have to be prepared."

Ivan looked back at Hermione, and she had no intention of accompanying him.

With a sigh, he asked Gabrielle for Fleur's room and entered the huge Beauxbatons carriage alone.

If Fleur's temper didn't change, no one would dare contact her.

As soon as he entered, Ivan had a sudden feeling of openness.

The space in front of him was much wider than it appeared from the outside, and all the objects were magnified in an instant.

It was nothing like the inside of a carriage, but it gave Ivan the illusion of returning to the main castle building of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

The carriage was quiet and Ivan saw no one inside.

He followed the golden escalator up to the second floor and stopped in front of the second room on the inner side.

Here was Fleur's room, he knocked on the door.

"Come in!" said Fleur in a hoarse voice, sounding a little weak.

This was very much out of tune with her usual harsh style. Was she really ill?

Ivan pushed open the door and saw a room with pink as the main decorative tone, with women's items everywhere.

The latticed windows that oozed European style were covered by pleated white screens, and sunlight streamed through the slits, bringing a bit of brightness to the darkened room.

The air was infused with a refreshing fragrance, Fleur's own.

The most striking feature of the room was the plush, magnificent king-sized bed in the center.

Fleur was lying on the bed, and the bedclothes were out of the way. She was lying on it in a pink nightgown.

The low, round neckline was decorated with white lace, which revealed her graceful, concave, exquisite figure. Her open neckline was snow white and inviting. The lines of the sexy undergarment could be faintly seen. A small half of her snow-white arm was exposed, and her fragrance hung in the air.

Her soft and tender skin exposed to the outside, like ice and snow, looked especially white in the light of a little sunshine coming through the window.

Seeing Fleur like this, Ivan stood dumbfounded, hesitant to let her know of his presence.

"Gabrielle, weren't you going to Hogsmeade with that boy, why did you come back?" said Fleur, turning around lazily. "First of all, as much as you beg me this time, I'm not going to..."

Fleur stopped suddenly and her eyes widened. She looked incredulously at Ivan standing in the doorway.

They both looked at each other and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Following Ivan's gaze, Fleur looked down and discovered what was going on.

Despite her bluntness, it was a bit embarrassing for a boy to see her looking like that.

"Is that you?!" Fleer shook her beautiful head and rubbed her eyes, "How did you get in?!"

"You let me in!" Ivan replied unconsciously, feeling a little bad.

"GET OUT!" Fleur grabbed the quilt as quickly as she could and pulled it over her body, her face red.

Then she thought she couldn't let Ivan go out like this. If anyone else found out about this incident ....

"Get in and shut the door!" Fleur gritted her teeth and shook her fist. "Damn it, what the hell are you doing?"

There was something odd about the scene. The girl curled up in the sheets and curled up on the bed, as if Ivan was going to do something to her.

However, to say that Fleur's appearance now could give any man perverse urges would be an understatement....

"I want to talk to you about the first task of the tournament... we... speculate..." said Ivan directly, trying not to look at Fleur's eyes that wanted to eat him alive: "The first task is a fire dragon!".

"What?!"

"Fire dragon!" said Ivan quickly, "You must be well prepared, as soon as possible, and practice to face a fire dragon."

Fleur glared at him, forgetting to even cover herself with the bedclothes.

Realizing that Ivan wasn't joking with her, there was a flash of fear in her blue eyes.

"Are you sure?" she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Of course, believe me!" said Ivan.

Fleur stared at Ivan, with a puzzled, almost skeptical look in her beautiful eyes.

It was a long time before she nodded. He seemed to have grasped the situation and made up his mind.

"So you guessed that the first task is the Dragon, and then you came immediately to inform me!" said Fleur, her voice returning to its usual tone. "Why are you doing this?"

"We're friends, aren't we?" said Ivan, "You know, I have a good relationship with Gabrielle. I can't let you face those huge things unprepared, so..."

"I trust you!" whispered Fleur, and climbed down from the bed. "Thank you for telling me this, Ivan!"

She unabashedly fixed her nightgown.

Ivan checked that Fleur's figure was really good. In some parts, the originally loose nightgown seemed too short....

"I've been curious about you ever since I heard from Gabrielle that you helped Sirius Black clear his name," Fleur said, approaching Ivan, "I was curious about the kind of young wizard who would and could do that, but it was only after seeing you in person that I realized you were the kind of wizard I couldn't help but despise and admire at the same time."

Ivan blinked, wondering what Fleur meant by this.

The atmosphere in the room was getting stranger and stranger, and there seemed to be something amiss with this development....

To be fair, Ivan had just accidentally seen Fleur in her nightgown, what could be more abnormal?

"Every time I think I've mastered your strength, you do more amazing things. Ivan, like it or not, you are the most skilled magician I have ever seen." Fleur continued, "So..."

Before Ivan could respond, Fleur suddenly lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead.

The girl's lips were soft but warm, which made his heart beat faster.

Ivan gaped, staring at Fleur's appearance, as if he wanted to respond in some way.

Although Fleur was very beautiful and the most beautiful girl Ivan had ever seen, he didn't like her.

He only liked Hermione, and this hadn't changed since the beginning.

And even if he had told Fleur about the Fire Dragon, she had no reason to be so... grateful; or did she?

"You know... this thing, don't tell anyone!" said Ivan, "Hermione and Gabrielle are waiting for me down there, I'm coming!"

Looking at Ivan's back, Fleur's face was full of pride.

She thought it was funny to tease this little guy.