As the carriage moved forward, the shadow of the town gradually disappeared behind, and a seemingly large forest appeared in front.
This should be the forest that Mayor Baker was talking about. Weston muttered to himself. He remembered clearly that as long as he walked through the forest, he could reach the city.
I hope there is Eden City behind the forest! Weston thought so. If this is really the case, then the purpose of his journey to hell will be completed.
Is he about to meet his cheap dad? Weston's heart suddenly became very complicated, with expectations and worries, and a strong longing suddenly appeared in his heart.
Yes, he missed home, his little wife, his lovely sister-in-law, and the Delacours who took care of him like his biological parents...
I don’t know how they are doing now! Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Weston’s thoughts seemed to have passed through the barrier of time and space and returned to the home that belonged to him...
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British wizarding world.
"Madam President, the tasks in the mercenary hall are full again!"
"Then add a few more task panels and limit the task time! Let me tell you, don't occupy the task panel position for tasks that have not been completed for a long time!"
"Okay, I'll give the order right now."
Just as this officer went down, another officer ran over.
"Madam President, both the Alchemy Department and the Potion Department said there are not enough materials. How much more do we need to purchase?"
"How much we purchased before will be purchased now. Is there any doubt about this?"
"However, both Honorary President Nicolás Flamel and Vice President Severus Snape requested to increase the purchase volume, saying that the previous purchase volume is now only enough to last two weeks!"
"Okay, please notify me and ask the two departments to submit a report. We will have a meeting to discuss this matter later!"
"Okay, I'll go notify you now!"
...
One after another, the officials walked into the office of the president of the Magic Guild. After a short time, they walked out again. It was easy to see from the expressions on their faces that most of their problems had been solved.
Solved.
Nico Flamel was originally in charge of the British Magic Guild. However, although Nico Flamel was a genius in alchemy, he was really only an ordinary person in terms of management.
Fortunately, at this time, Fleur Delacour, the wife of Weston Delacour, the founder of the Magic Guild, showed amazing talents. After trying to manage for a period of time, Nico decisively handed over the rights, and then
The Alchemy Department was established after diving into the Magic Guild.
Similar to him, there is the Honorary Headmaster of Hogwarts and Potions Master Severus Snape. After joining the Magic Guild, he has also been working in the newly established Potions Department.
Logically speaking, Snape would never be the vice president.
After taking office, Fleur quickly made great achievements, especially after proposing the separation system of the mercenary hall and the magic guild, which impressed all the management of the magic guild, and the pure-blood family heads gave strong support.
I got hibiscus.
Of course, the pure-blood family heads are not fools. On the one hand, Fleur is capable. On the other hand, they are also considering the influence of Nico and the others. Another point is that Fleur is the daughter of the president of the French Magic Guild.
Finally, and the most important point is Weston. Although they don’t know what is behind the door, the pure-blood family heads do not think that Weston will not come back. If they do something to Fleur, if Weiston
It’s okay if Ston really can’t come back. Once he comes back, the consequences will be...
Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Furong's abilities are adequate. If it were an incompetent person, it might not be possible.
At night, Fleur dragged her tired body through the fireplace and returned to Delacour Manor, as she had done every day since she took charge of the British Magic Guild.
Originally, she lived in the small manor she bought with Weston. Later, when Mrs. Delacour saw that she didn't even have time to eat every day, she felt sorry for her daughter and forcefully asked her to return to Delacour.
Cool Manor, so that she can take care of her.
At least, when Furong goes home every day, he can have a hot dinner, instead of having no time to eat like before. Even when he returns home, he has to rest in a hurry.
"My child, you are back!" Mrs. Delacour saw Fleur walking out of the fireplace and subconsciously smiled.
"Yes, Mom." Fleur saw her mother sitting on the sofa, waiting for her, with a trace of relaxation on her pretty face full of exhaustion.
"Go take a bath first, and then get ready to eat. Your father will be back soon!" Mrs. Delacour shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were full of doting, "Speaking of which, you two, father and daughter, will
They are really alike, they both work regardless of anything."
"It's okay, Mom!" Furong smiled slightly and walked upstairs, saying casually, "I'm going to take a shower first, Mom, please excuse me!"
"It doesn't matter, you still need me to take care of you!" Mrs. Delacour said with a smile, with a hint of pride on her face. It was obvious that for her, being able to take good care of her family was a great thing.
Something to be proud of.
Fleur smiled slightly, took a quick bath, and after feeling a little tired, she came to the restaurant and saw Mr. Delacour already sitting at the dining table.
"Dad, you're back!" Fleur greeted with a smile, walked to the dining table and sat down.
Mr. Delacour smiled and nodded, and chatted casually with Fleur while eating, occasionally talking about work, and occasionally chatting about some anecdotes. Mrs. Delacour occasionally interjected a few words, and the family
He seemed happy and happy.
Coincidentally, no one brought up the topic of Weston. Even if the topic might change in that direction, they would immediately avoid it. This can be regarded as a tacit understanding of the family. It is very simple, because they are afraid that Fleur will be sad because of missing him.
.
But if you don’t say it, won’t you miss it?
At night, Fleur lay on the bed that originally belonged to Weston, hugging the pillow and burying her pretty face deeply in it, as if the smell of Weston still lingered on it. Her eyes were closed tightly, and a crystal droplet quietly flowed from the corner of her eye.
.
The Delacours, who saw their daughter through the crack in the door, looked at each other and sighed in unison.
For a long time, after watching Furong hugging the pillow tightly and slowly falling asleep, the couple quietly left from the door of their daughter's bedroom and went straight back to the room.
The watery moonlight shone through the window on Furong's pretty face, and the smile on her lips was so touching. Maybe, in his dream, he was meeting Weston at this time...