Chapter 208: The Abilities of Champion Four (1/2)
Arth narrowed his eyes.
Arth could tell from his experience in psychology that this girl was making fun of him.
She must've thought that he couldn't speak French.
"Hahaha, tu dois être surprise de voir exactement comment je suis 'grand'."
("hahaha, you would be surprised how exactly "big" I am.")
It took Fleur a few moments to understand what he had just said and when she did, she had an embarrassed face on.
"Je suis désolé je ne savais pas que tu pouvais parler français."
("I'm sorry, I thought you couldn't speak French.")
Arth shrugged while spinning his fork.
"C'est facile de croire beaucoup de chose, mais ce que l'on croit est rarement vrai."
("It's easy to assume many things, but assumptions are rarely right.")
Arth could feel the piercing glare of hot blooded youths on his back like red spotlights and sighed inwardly.
"Comment fais-tu pour me voir ?" Asked Arth with a wary look. "Je suis supposé être invisible"
("How did you even see me?" Asked Arth with a wary look. *"I should've been invisible.")
Fleur frowned.
"Comment ça tu es invisible ? Tu es juste là, seul."
("How are you invisible? You were right here, alone.")
Arth raised an eyebrow before looking at Scarlett who was right next to him.
Did. . . His passive skill get transferred?
"Pourtant il y a quelqu'un avec moi ?"
("There is someone with me though?")
Fleur flicked her eyes sideways towards Scarlett before smirking.
"Elle n'est pas importante. Pas besoin de faire attention à elle"
("She isn't important. No need to pay attention to her.")
Arth understood now, it wasn't that Arth had transferred his skill onto Scarlett, but that Fleur filtered out everything she didn't care about.
How. . . . Stuck up.
Arth frowned, before getting up.
"Let's go Scarlett, Ravi d'avoir parler avec toi (*Nice talking with you*), i wanna go before these boys kill me. On se voit à la première tâche (*see you in the first task.*)"
Arth was about to leave when Arth felt a hand grasp onto his arm.
It was Fleur's.
"Attends, j'ai quelque chose à te demander-."
("Wait, I have something to ask-")
"Get your hand off him."
There was flash and Fleur's hand was forced off of Arth's arm.
Scarlett was narrowing her eyes towards Fleur with hostility.
"Whatever you are trying to do, don't."
"C'est un malentendu, je ne voulais pas lui faire de mal-"
("this is a misunderstanding, I wasn't trying to harm him-")
"I don't speak French. I only know two words, Va-t'en (*go away*)."
Arth sighed.
"Scarlett, this a misunderstanding-"
"She had hostile intentions coming here and then she tried to stop you when you tried to leave. If that isn't suspicious, then I don't know what is."
She had a very solid point.
"Est-ce qu'on peut se calmer ?"
("can we calm down?")
However, instead of calming things down, things got even more heated.
All of the Beauxbatons drew their wands towards Arth and Scarlett with murderous expressions.
"C'est saboter notre champion !)
("this is sabotaging our champion!")
"Quelle honte !"
("How disgraceful!")
"Décevant."
("disappointing.")
Arthur slowly raised his hands up.
"Mesdames et Messieurs, ce n'est qu'un malentendu. Cette fille ne voulait pas de mal"
("ladies and gentlemen, this is all but an misunderstanding. This girl meant no harm.)
Scarlett let out a ferocious snarl and her eyes had become like a snake causing some girls to flinch.
"Arth. . . . Tell them to point their wands away before I show them. . . . How scary an angry snake can be."
Arth sighed.
"Peut-on régler ça comme des gens civilisés ?"
("can we please sort this out like civilized people?")
"Tu l'as attaquée en premier."
("you attacked her first.")
"Arrête d'être bruyant et excuse toi."
("stop being noisy and apologize.")
Arth sighed.
Fucking international hostilities.
Arth noticed that a few boys were also standing up and pointing their wands at him. From Slytherin, Hufflepuff, And Gryffindor.
Fucking traitors.
Arth was about to apologize when one of the girls shut him up.
"Ne nous parle pas !"
("do not speak to us!")
What the fuck did you want then?
Aggravated, Arth was thinking of his choices when a spell came flying in from one of the Slytherins.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He was so screwed.
Unless he did something.
Sighing, Arth grabbed his pendant and got ready to take action.
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