After the family had a happy gathering, the marriage between Weston and Fleur was once again brought up by Mrs. Delacour.
Weston looked at Fleur and said directly that he could do it anytime. He could get married this year or wait until Fleur graduates. Anyway, it would only be two years.
Facing the probing eyes of her parents, Furong directly said that she didn't want to wait anymore and would just get married this year.
Mrs. Delacour nodded with satisfaction, glanced at her daughter jokingly, and said that she would discuss the time with Mr. Delacour.
The next day, after sending back the Fleur sisters, Weston returned to England again and came to Malfoy Manor.
"Oh, Weston! You are such a rare guest!" Lucius greeted him with a smile on his face, "Should I congratulate myself?"
"Don't say that, Uncle Lucius!" Weston smiled bitterly and waved his hand, "I have something I want to talk to you about this time, if your time is convenient."
"Of course!" Lucius nodded simply, "Although we are still in contact with pure-blood families abroad, we don't have much time to spare. Your matters are more important."
"Don't worry, it won't be long!" Weston said comfortingly, "I'm just borrowing the power of the Malfoy family among Muggles!"
"Muggle?" Lucius glanced at Weston doubtfully, thought for a moment, and asked uncertainly: "Do you want to push out the wizard's conversion potion?"
"That's half right!" Weston said with a smile, "I just want to meet the top Muggle officials."
"You want them to help us promote the potion?" Lucius looked at Weston in surprise and asked tentatively, "Isn't this not good?"
"Isn't it good?" Weston asked back, "If we just rely on our own strength, how long will it take for the wizards to switch potions to cover the entire UK? What's more, our goal is not just one UK!"
Lucius stopped talking and tapped his fingers on the head of his cane.
"Uncle Lucius, I know you don't want Muggle forces to get involved, as this will inevitably affect your interests." Weston sighed and said.
"Yes, I am indeed thinking about this issue." Lucius did not avoid it, and expressed his worries simply, "After all, there are too many Muggles! According to the family's intelligence, the largest pure-blood
The family's population is about the same as that of a middle- or lower-class Muggle family."
"Honestly, if someone else had come up with this idea, I would have thrown him into a dragon farm in Romania to feed the dragons!" Lucius smiled bitterly, "But now it's you who came up with it, so that makes me
It’s very difficult!”
"After all, our interests are brought by you, and no pure-blood family will ever repay a debt of gratitude! However, if I listen to your opinion, I cannot guarantee the interests of pure-bloods! The interests of the family are above all else!"
Although Lucius' words were very vague, Weston immediately understood what he meant. This old fox didn't want to do anything yet, but wanted to sell well.
Weston sneered in his heart, but kept a smile on the surface and looked at Lucius: "Uncle Lucius, do you think that if we don't remove the top Muggle officials, they won't know? What if?
We have not taken the initiative, so what will the final result be like?"
"What do you mean?" Lucius looked at him blankly.
"My point is very simple. I don't think Muggles are any less intelligent than wizards!" Weston said solemnly, "If we don't take the initiative and instead fall into passivity, then in the end, we will not be in control.
Muggles, but Muggles control us. At that time, we really have no interests!"
Lucius naturally knew that Weston was right, but he was somewhat unwilling to give up the benefits he had obtained.
"Don't worry, Uncle Lucius." Weston comforted, "Maybe we can get greater benefits, maybe!"
"What do you mean?" Lucius suddenly became energetic.
"It depends on how we talk about it!" Weston said pointedly, "Don't forget how the Greengrass family grew!"
Lucius understood it all of a sudden, his eyes suddenly shone with light, and he nodded hurriedly: "I understand, I'll make arrangements right now!"
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In the city of Westminster, England, to the west of James Park, there is such a building. It looks very majestic and covers an area of more than forty acres. This is the famous Buckingham Palace.
This used to be the territory of the Duke of Buckingham. Later, after Queen Victoria moved here, it became the representative residence of the British royal family. The current representative of the royal family, Queen Elizabeth, lives here, and accompanied her.
There are other members of the royal family.
After breakfast, take a walk alone in the garden and read a newspaper. This is Her Royal Highness the Queen's favorite daily routine. She has not changed this habit even on rainy days. The servants also know this habit of the Queen. After breakfast every day,
They will evacuate the garden so as not to disturb the Queen's mood.
Elizabeth walked slowly in the garden, and from time to time she gently brushed the petals of the blooming tulips with her little hands, which were as tender as those of a twenty-eight-year-old girl. She always liked this. Tulips were her favorite flower.
"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that flower!" A strange man's voice suddenly came over.
"Oh? Is there any different explanation?" Elizabeth asked with an unchanged expression, as if she had known about the man's existence for a long time.
"It's not that there is anything to say, it's just that I can't see such an excellent woman being hurt by a little thing in the dark!" The man smiled softly, pointed his hand, and a red beam of light hit directly from his fingertips.
Underneath the tulip, a small scorpion fell down.
"Look, danger always arises unexpectedly!" The man spread his hands and said with a smile.
"Indeed!" Elizabeth smiled slightly, and under her graceful appearance, a stern look flashed through her eyes, "However, I think people who come without telling you may be more like enemies. What do you think? Unknown Mr.
"
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. This is my dereliction of duty!" The man smiled and half-bowed, "Good morning, your beautiful Highness, I am Weston Delacour, a wizard. I represent the British magical community.
,I sincerely hope that everything is well with you!"
"Wizard?" Elizabeth smiled slightly, "Today is not April Fool's Day, is it? It seems that I am not a child either?"
"Why is the established existence always denied?" Weston sighed and pointed at the scorpion again. After a while, the scorpion was suddenly enlarged several times and turned into a car.
If there are still time-travelers, they will definitely exclaim: "I guess, Dahongqi H5!"
"Is this magic?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
"No, no, no, this is transfiguration, a type of magic!" Weston said with a smile, brushing his hand again, and a set of tables and chairs suddenly appeared on the ground.
"I personally think it would be better if we sit down and talk!" Weston smiled and looked at Elizabeth, who could no longer hide the shock in her eyes. "For example, how can I make you a wizard?"