On the third day after Weston handed the Word of Nature into her hands, he quietly left. Apart from Weston, the only person who came to see her off was Fleur.
When leaving, Avril left a magic item for Weston, which was her hairpin, and told Weston that if he wanted to travel to the elf world in the future, he could input magic into it and she would respond,
Weston can accurately find the Elf World.
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Fleur looked at this scene with a smile, her smile did not change even if Avril kissed Weston gently on the face before leaving.
It wasn't until Avril used the language of nature to break through the space, stepped in, and disappeared in front of the two of them that Fleur's expression changed slightly.
"How is it, Avril is beautiful, isn't she?" The smile on Fleur's face became even brighter, her beautiful eyes narrowed as she looked at Weston.
Huh? There is murderous intent! Weston looked at Fleur's smiling face and felt waves of chill emanating from her body, and couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.
"It is indeed beautiful!" Weston nodded naturally, "So, we should bless her and hope that she can find her own happiness soon. After all, she is our good friend, and I hope she can be as lucky as me.
"
"Yes, I think so too!" Furong's smile was obviously much more sincere at this time, "I wonder what kind of boys she likes?"
"I don't know. If there is a chance in the future, we can take our children to travel to their world and just see her perspective!" Weston held Fleur's hand, "But we still have to do it now.
Let’s go pick the fruits first.”
"Fruit?" Furong was a little confused, "What fruit?"
"They are fruits cultivated by Avril herself." Weston smiled slightly, "The last time I came to Beauxbatons to pick you up, I had a fruit dinner, and it tasted very good. Believe me, you will like them.
."
"Maybe!" Fleur couldn't help but refute Weston's interest, "Where are we going to pick it?"
"Come with me!" Weston smiled and led the way towards the trees. With his back to Fleur, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.
But it really cost me my life!
"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, I don't think I have a card issued yet. Do you think I should buy one?" Furong seemed to have said this unintentionally while picking fruits.
Okay, got it! Weston sighed secretly, smiled and handed Avril Lavigne's hairpin to Fleur: "If you don't mind, you can use this first, and I will buy you one later."
"No need, I can just buy it myself." Fleur said with a happy smile, but her hand was not slow and she directly took the hairpin handed over by Weston and put it into her pocket.
After picking some fruits, the two took them back to Beauxbatons. This exchange was almost over.
Hagrid has been feeling very happy these past few days, he is energetic and his body is clean.
His long beard is meticulously groomed, and his hair is not as sloppy as before. I don't know whether it was Mrs. Maxim's request or whether he did it himself. He actually cut his hair short and combed it into a three-quarter back hair, with a
With lemon oil, it looks very stylish.
The clothes on his body have also changed. The dragon skin coat that he has always kept with him has turned into a noble wizard's robe, which is also embroidered with a pair of unicorns chasing and playing around.
Seeing Hagrid like this, Weston almost didn't recognize him at first glance. He was still the sloppy gamekeeper. If he didn't know, some people would believe him even if he was from a noble family.
At this time, Hagrid was standing in front of Mrs. Maxim, with deep affection in his beetle-like black eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Oliver, I'm going back. If I have time, I will come back to see you.
, you will miss me, right?"
"Of course, my sweetheart." Madam Maxime put her arms around Hagrid's neck and rested her forehead on his chin, "How about you come to Beauxbatons, there is also a lack of a ranger here!"
"Let me think about it, okay?" Hagrid smiled bitterly. "Principal Dumbledore has helped me a lot. I think he still needs my help now. At least until he finds the next ranger, I
Still can’t leave. Sorry!”
"You don't need to be sorry, sweetheart!" Mrs. Maxim shook her head, with a smile on her face, but the tears in her eyes were dripping down. "It's just a little time, I can wait.
."
"Thank you!" Hagrid lowered his head slightly and looked at Mrs. Maxim's pretty face, his eyes became more tender, "I seem to have forgotten to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" Madame Maxime asked softly.
"I love you, Oliver!" Hagrid smiled, "I have always forgotten to tell you this."
"No, you said it!" Madame Maxime said with a smile, letting her tears flow, "but I don't mind hearing it again."
"What about you?" Hagrid asked.
"Perhaps," Madame Maxime moved her face closer, "I can answer this..."
The two of them kissed wildly, and someone's tears, as big as basketballs, fell to the ground with a "snap", making small holes one after another on the grass.
Furong was originally extremely reluctant to give up, but when she saw this scene, she forgot what she was going to do and stared in shock.
"How about it? Should we bless them?" Weston asked, half jokingly and half seriously, holding Fleur's shoulders.
"Perhaps, you are right." Fleur nodded dully.
Because of the pair of hybrid giants, everyone who was supposed to leave in the morning did not really rush back until noon.
On the way, Hagrid was obviously in a different mood than when he came here. He looked glum and didn't say a word. Even though he was driving the dragon carriage with his head down, his obsession with these two big guys was no longer in his eyes. Instead, he was full of depression.
and confused.
Flitwick understood and didn't say anything more. Even the voice of the lecture in the carriage was much quieter.
Seeing Hagrid like this, Weston thought for a while, flew out of the carriage, came to Hagrid's side, stood and patted his shoulder: "What's wrong, this is not like your usual self, Hagrid!
"
"Weston, you're here." Hagrid greeted him calmly.
"Yes, I'm here." Weston simply responded, "But I don't understand. It's not like you can't meet each other, so why is it like this?"
"I know we will meet again." Hagrid shook his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, "But, Weston, do you think we can really be together in the future?"
Weston understood instantly that Hagrid was feeling inferior.
"What do you think? It's because you feel the gap between you is too big?" Weston asked.
"That's right!" Hagrid nodded, with a look of disappointment on his face, "Oliver is the principal of Beauxbatons. She is very charming and very rich, and I have nothing. You think, can we really be together?