The Delacours took Gabrielle out. After all, if there was a banquet, there were still a lot of things to prepare, leaving only Weston and Fleur at home.
"There is still someone in the family who wants to stay!" Mr. Delacour said, winking quietly at Weston.
Weston smiled bitterly, he naturally knew what Mr. Delacour meant, and this was to let him seize the opportunity.
"What are you thinking about?" Fleur looked at Weston doubtfully.
"Nothing!" Weston shook his head slightly, looked at Fleur's pretty and slightly green face, his eyes were a little dazed.
He chuckled lightly and said in a tone full of memories: "Time flies so fast! I still remember that a little girl came directly to me and announced that I was her husband!"
Furong's pretty face blushed, and then she raised her neck: "Why, am I right?"
"What's wrong!" Weston laughed dumbly.
"That's what I want to say, you are my fiancé! When we graduate, we will get married!" Furong said stubbornly. In terms of relationships, among the two people, Furong, you are always the more courageous one.
"Okay, okay, you're right!" Facing his proud fiancée, Weston could only say this.
"Huh!" Fleur rolled her eyes at him, and then said to him in a warning tone, "I told you, you have a fiancée! I don't want to hear about you messing around with women outside.
!You know, if you do it, word will always get out!"
Unlike the heartless Weston, Fleur knew how attractive a certain guy was. Originally, Weston was not bad looking, but after experiencing the Animagus, he had even more charms.
There is a sense of nobility, and now he is known as a genius. He is simply a rich and handsome man in the magic world.
Not to mention the letters received by Mrs. Delacour, Fleur peeked through and saw many love letters sent by girls at Hogwarts, which made her proud and very distressed at the same time.
"What do you think, how about I transfer to Hogwarts?" Fleur said suddenly.
Transferring schools? Weston was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"
Why don't you have any idea in your mind? Fleur glanced at Weston resentfully, which made Weston even more confused.
"Nothing, just say what you want!" Furong pouted and asked dissatisfiedly.
It was really baffling! The slow Weston was a little puzzled, but he still thought about it seriously.
There are definitely pros and cons to transferring to Hogwarts. The good thing is that the two of them can be closer and it will be easier to take care of each other. The bad thing is that she needs to readjust for a while. After all,
, the living habits and diet of Britain and France are very different.
Another point is that even if Fleur wants to transfer to another school, it still depends on Mrs. Maxim's willingness. Fleur is her most proud student.
Weiss felt that it was difficult to choose, so he told Fleur all about his considerations.
When Fleur heard this, she felt a little discouraged. Everything else was fine. She was not sure about Mrs. Maxim's passing.
The most famous witch in France was determined to make Beauxbatons surpass Hogwarts. In addition, Fleur was still her disciple, so the difficulty skyrocketed.
It seems impossible! Fleur thought a little gloomily.
Weston looked at the lost Fleur, feeling moved and amused at the same time. Even though he was slow, he reacted now and couldn't help but comforted her softly: "It doesn't matter, isn't it good that we just stay like this?"
Humph! Furong rolled her eyes at him and snorted, as if the baby was unhappy.
Weston did not speak, but smiled and stroked Fleur's silver hair.
Fleur pouted, glanced at Weston, rushed into his arms, and hugged him tightly.
Weston couldn't help but stiffen, and then relaxed. This was the first time they hugged!
Weston looked at the beauty in his arms, thought for a moment, put one hand around her willow waist, and moved his other hand outward. The grass blades in the garden flew into the sky one after another, turning into petals, and gradually
fell down.
Fleur felt something was wrong and quietly lifted her pink face from Weston's arms. In an instant, her eyes were filled with little stars.
"So beautiful..." Fleur couldn't help but sigh.
Weston smiled slightly: "Do you like it?"
Fleur bit her lip, nodded slightly, and kissed her boldly.
Under the sun, in the manor, a young man and woman were kissing like this, the rose petals in the sky were slowly flying, and the air was filled with romance and happiness...
When the Delacours came back, they saw the young couple sitting on the sofa, chatting about something. It was obvious that they were much more intimate than in the morning.
As someone who has been there, I can guess what happened between the two of them.
Mr. Delacour quietly gave Weston a thumbs up. Weston felt a little embarrassed, but also felt very warm...
At seven o'clock in the evening, almost all the guests who were due to arrive have arrived. Although it is only a small banquet, everyone's background is surprising!
The leader of the Knights of Merlin, the patriarch of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, the Minister of Magic of various countries...except for Weston, there was no young man in the entire hall, which made Weston feel extremely awkward.
However, in order to solve the problem, he has to face it even if he is unwilling to do so, just like...
"Are you Mr. Weston Delacour?" A blond man wearing a gorgeous silver-trimmed dress looked at Weston with a smile.
Weston nodded and recognized the identity of the person from the snake-headed cane - Lucius Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families.
"Hello!" Weston gently raised the champagne in his hand, "I think that with such a luxurious appearance, noble temperament, and a long-standing snakewood cane, you must be the head of the Malfoy family.
Already?"
"Aha, geniuses are different!" Lucius laughed, "But you can call me uncle, although I prefer you to call me brother, but after all, I am still too old!"
"What the hell, it looks like you're still young! Then I'll give you a high ranking, Uncle Malfoy?" Weston responded with a chuckle, and the sense of nobility in his behavior was a bit better than that of the other party.
Lucius's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, so can I call you Weston?"
"Of course, it's my honor!" Weston nodded and said with a smile.
The two just started chatting on the spot. It was said to be a chat, but in fact it was just business talk, but there was no actual content at all.
Lucius secretly cursed the little fox, and Weston also cursed the old fox in his heart, but the smiles on their faces were so enthusiastic and full of sincerity!
The time soon came to half past seven, and Mr. Delacour walked downstairs...