Chapter 391 The Kiss And Welcoming Dinner
"Are all French girls so... forward?"
Evan watched Gabrielle approaching him, trying to hide as best he could.
His heart was pounding violently. Before him, the girl displayed a charming smile, with white milk stains at the corners of her mouth, exuding a sweet fragrance...
She wanted to kiss him!
Evan could feel Gabrielle's warm breath on his face.
He thought about what he had done in Diagon Alley and Hermione on Christmas Day, and it was the same at that moment. The wonderful scent of a girl...
"Meow!" Evan weakly meowed, almost panting.
It wasn't a boy's panting but a soft meow of a kitten.
At that moment, such a weak meow couldn't stop her. On the contrary, it piqued her interest and had the opposite effect!
Evan was almost choking, and his brain almost stopped functioning. However, what remained of his reason told him that something had to be done to stop Gabrielle.
She thought she was kissing a cat, but he wasn't a real one!
But there was an impulse deep in his heart to do nothing. After all, he was now a cat. No matter what happened, he wouldn't be found out.
Moreover, all of this was the girl's initiative!
"Meow!"
While Evan still hesitated, Gabrielle's cool lips pressed against his face.
He could no longer hear his own heartbeat, but his body tensed sharply.
The girl's lips were very cool and soft; she kissed Evan gently and rubbed her face on his cheek. In Evan's tremor, 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 girl with long blonde hair and a face as cute as an angel, holding a black kitten in her arms. In a certain way, it was excessively cute.
Gabrielle's little face rubbed against Evan, but that wasn't all.
Immediately, she lifted him up again and seemed to want to kiss him on the lips.
Evan looked at her pitifully, observing how Gabrielle's cute little face approached him once more.
He gasped and felt he couldn't bear so much emotion.
Continuing in this manner, he feared...
Evan blinked, and just as Gabrielle's mouth was about to touch him, his completely black claws were instinctively lifted.
With a click, he gently pressed the girl's face.
"Meow!" In his "opponent's" unexpected surprise, Evan bolted out forcefully.
He jumped onto the windowsill not far away, ignoring the girl's screams behind him, controlling his breathing, and leapt off without looking back.
When Evan returned to his room, Sirius had returned.
"Well, what do you think of Beauxbatons?" said Sirius. "It's the most beautiful campus in Europe. There are many types of plants in the nearby forests. There are over 300 types of magical creatures living here. If Hagrid could come, he would definitely fall in love with this place."
"Very beautiful indeed," Evan murmured.
He touched his right cheek, which seemed to be stained with Gabrielle's milk.
"Besides the beautiful campus environment, France also abounds in beautiful women!" Sirius looked at Evan's flushed face with a certain insight, "I must admit that all the girls here are very pretty. I just saw one in Madame Maxime's office. She's definitely a Veela. If I were a few decades younger..."
Sirius had just seen Fleur, as the description matched her perfectly.
Evan really wanted to tell him that he had just had an intimate encounter with his sister.
But it was better not to say such things, if Hermione found out...
They chatted for a while before heading to the welcoming dinner.
For tonight's banquet, Beauxbatons was clearly prepared.
The gleaming Grand Hall was even more striking, with the school emblems, curtains, and decorations on the walls all brand new.
Countless golden candles floated in the air, adding a spectacular touch.
Directly above the Grand Hall was a round marble dome.
Unlike Hogwarts, it didn't directly reflect the outdoor weather. Instead, there was a beautiful mural painted, with blue as the primary hue, clouds floating within, giving it a divine ambiance.
Evan wasn't exactly sure what the mural depicted because almost every ghost, portrait, mural figure, and school animals were crowded there, all gazing intently at Sirius and Evan, who had just entered the Grand Hall.
The same was true for the Beauxbatons students.
They wore their new school uniform robes and were seated at different long tables according to their age. Evan saw almost a thousand pairs of eyes looking at him, filled with curiosity and inquiry.
No one spoke, and the Beauxbatons' administration seemed very strict.
If this were to happen at Hogwarts, where people from other schools could come to dine, young wizards would talk about it for a long time.
They might even dare to directly invite the visitors to their long table.
But here, it was totally different, and the Beauxbatons students were all trying to restrain themselves.
As Sirius passed, the students along the way nodded politely, but Evan noticed they didn't look at him with as much courtesy.
He ignored all the provocations in the boys' eyes, and also pretended not to see the eager looks from the girls.
Overall, the young wizards of Beauxbatons were not very friendly towards Evan. Besides their curiosity, he didn't know where their sense of superiority came from.
None of these emotions were hidden, clearly written on their faces.
Among the three major magic schools in Europe, young wizards thought their school was the best, but thanks to Dumbledore, Hogwarts had far surpassed the other two magic schools in recent decades. Evan's strength and reputation were also much better than the others.
In this case, it was natural that they didn't give Evan good looks. Many wanted to test him to see who was better.
However, Evan didn't care at all about such boredom.
He looked around and noticed Gabrielle sitting in the first-year seat. She was craning her neck, trying to look at him. He turned and waved his hand in greeting.
The girl smiled and waved back.
If she knew that the black cat she had kissed not long ago was Evan, she surely wouldn't be so calm.
In the front row of the guest table, Dumbledore was seated in the central seat.
To his left, sat an elderly man with a longer beard than Dumbledore's, commanding noticeable presence.
It was the alchemist Nicholas Flamel. Very old, but in good spirits, he wore a beautiful golden wizard robe.
He was talking to Dumbledore and fiddling with strange magical objects in his hands.
Considering his identity, Evan wondered if his robe was made of pure gold.
Anyhow, Flamel didn't lack gold. For an alchemist who could alter matter itself, gold was as common as roadside stones.