The Raven's Claw Plan was officially implemented, and everything started to go on the right track. Weston was only the proposer and formulator of the plan. He couldn't get involved in the specific implementation, and of course, he didn't intend to.
After staying in the guild for a while and finding that everything went smoothly, Weston rejected Lucius and others' attempts to stay and returned to Delacour Manor alone.
"Qiang——" Pandora saw Weston coming back and called out softly.
"Chirp chirp -" Several little phoenixes that looked like skinned chickens also poked their heads out of their nests on the windowsill, looking at Weston in confusion.
Yes, Pandora has already given birth to the children of Fox. But the number is not one as Weston thought, but three.
Perhaps due to the bloodline of their parents, the three little phoenixes all look different. The sparse hair that has just emerged shows that one should be the same fiery red as Fox, one should be the same black as Pandora, and the other
, but it is dark red.
Weston also knew for the first time that the Phoenix was not an egg-laying creature, but a viviparous creature.
"You're back, Weston!" After hearing Pandora's cry, Fleur poked her head out from the second floor. When she saw Weston, her beautiful eyes instantly filled with surprise.
"Yes, why are you at home?" Weston glanced at Fleur strangely, "I remember, it shouldn't be Beauxbatons' holiday right now?"
"Come to my bedroom and talk!" Fleur said, closing the window again.
But he was stupid! Weston laughed dumbly, shook his head slightly, and went straight to Fleur's bedroom.
As soon as he entered the door, Weston's eyes were caught by the things on the bed.
Those are several wedding dresses of different styles!
In a daze, Weston suddenly remembered that, by the way, he was also getting married. The woman in front of him was his bride, and she was also the person who would spend the rest of his life with him in the future.
Fleur noticed Weston's gaze, a blush quietly appeared on her cheeks, and she looked at Weston softly.
"Are you looking at the wedding dress?" Weston smiled slightly, with an indescribable tenderness in his words. A ray of breeze entered the room as he moved, blowing the hem of the wedding dress and swaying gently.
"Yes!" Fleur nodded, "Mom brought these styles. It is said that they are all new styles in Paris this year. Let me choose them myself. Which one do you think is more beautiful?"
"As long as you wear it, it will look beautiful!" Weston chuckled and walked to Fleur's side, "I was wondering if I should get some more from England."
"Better not!" Fleur pouted and complained a little, "Last time we attended Professor Snape's wedding, his wife's wedding dress was not very beautiful! I don't want to wear that!"
"How about we design a wedding dress ourselves?" Furong's eyes suddenly lit up and she suggested.
"Of course!" Weston nodded with a smile, his eyes full of doting, "As long as you want it, of course I don't have any problem!"
Fleur smiled silly, showing a hint of coquettishness. Weston had not seen this look for a long time.
"Weston, are we really going to get married?" Fleur bit her lower lip and asked softly.
"Yes, the time has been set!" Weston sat on the bed, gently hugged her shoulders, and gently scraped the bridge of her delicate nose.
"But why do I always feel like I'm in a dream!" Fleur leaned against him gently, "It feels so unreal!"
"Actually, it's not just you, it's me too!" Weston smiled, "I still vaguely remember that you announced my ownership when we first met, and suddenly I felt that time flew by so fast!"
"Yes, so fast..." Furong raised her pretty face slightly, her eyes still a little dazed, "Now, I really want to marry you!"
"Should I say, congratulations to you?" Weston teased, then added, "Of course, congratulations to myself too."
Even so, Fu Rong still gave her a hammer in embarrassment, but with that strength, she probably wouldn't be able to kill a mosquito if she used it to swat it.
"Weston!" Fleur called him.
"What's wrong?" Weston looked at her tenderly, with a doting smile on his face.
"I love you!" She said softly but firmly, the tenderness in her voice could melt steel.
"What a coincidence!" Weston stared into her eyes and smiled softly, "Me too!"
Their lips touched each other at some point, and the love between the two of them was overflowing everywhere. As the breeze slowly flew out of the window, it flew into the distance...
In the evening, Mrs. Delacour was also very surprised when she saw Weston. After a while of greetings, she started the education mode again, saying that she was getting married soon and could not wander around. Weston listened obediently, but there was a feeling in his heart.
Sweat profusely.
Mrs. Delacour is always special. Perhaps it is the change brought about by the superposition of the dual identities of adoptive mother and mother-in-law, or the disappointment of her daughter’s upcoming marriage that makes Weston become a gas exhaust. In short, Weston has been affected by her recently.
There is a lot of education.
However, this time Mrs. Delacour did not speak for too long. In less than ten minutes, she let him go, making him slightly uncomfortable.
The dinner was cooked by Weston. Although it was just a few simple stir-fries, it surprised several people in the family. They had never known that Weston could do this. Moreover, when cooking, Weston seemed to
No magic was used either.
Mrs. Delacour looked at Weston with satisfaction and suddenly asked: "Have you made a plan?"
"What?" Weston was a little confused. He glanced at Fleur and found that she also had blank eyes.
"I'm talking about the honeymoon location!" Mrs. Delacour explained, "We're getting married soon. Shouldn't this be decided earlier?"
"Sorry, I didn't!" Weston touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, "Let's see where Fleur wants to go!"
"I didn't think about it either!" Fleur bit her lip gently and shook her head.
"I have a recommendation!" Mrs. Delacour said with a smile, "How about -"
"Not as good as what?" Weston asked doubtfully, but did not hear any answer. Seeing that Mrs. Delacour still maintained the same smiling face, Mr. Delacour also looked at her with a smile.
There was also a trace of expectation in Furong's eyes.
However, they all seemed to have turned into wax figures, frozen in place.
No, it shouldn't be a freeze frame! It should be - still!
Weston noticed that the flame on the candlestick still looked like it was blown by the breeze. He sat there calmly, but the wand quietly slipped into his hand.
Although he didn't know what kind of magic was able to do this, Weston knew one thing very well, that is, no matter who came, he was someone with enough ability to threaten his life. This kind of power
, never seen in my life!
"Well - it should be here. There should be no mistake this time!" A magnetic voice suddenly sounded from all directions...