Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 204
A lively barbecue dinner made the guests and hosts happy, but at the dinner, Fleur was a little strange. This was not because of what Mr. Delacour and Harry said before the start, but because she didn't even say anything during the meal. Taking off the mask that covered her face, a silk scarf was tied over the bridge of her nose, covering two-thirds of her face, and even her hair was wrapped in a scarf so that it was not exposed outside.

Mr. Delacour and Uncle Vernon, who were very drunk, were carried by Harry to the room one by one. Dudley, who also drank a glass of Ogden Old Flame Whiskey tonight, fell on the ground in a daze. On the bed, Gabriel, who was extremely sleepy, was carried back by Madam Delacour, and Harry and Fleur were left to clean up the mess.

But these are just a few small magic things. Furong also mastered the spell of washing dishes automatically. The dishes that flew into the sink one after another were quickly scrubbed by the brush, and they were stacked on the shelf beside them waiting to be dried after a while.

"Let you see a joke."

After finishing cleaning up, Fleur said to Harry apologetically, "My father is sometimes a little out of tune. It took less than an hour for him and my mother to meet and get married. Maybe someone like him , the thoughts in my mind are different from those of normal people."

Speaking of this, Fu Rong showed a trace of helplessness on her face.

"How come, but it is indeed a very lucky thing to meet you and Gabriel on vacation."

"I bet Dudley's going to go back to school and brag about meeting two amazingly beautiful girls over Christmas, and he'll be able to talk about it for a year."

Harry glanced at Fleur, only to see that her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she seemed to be smiling.

"Actually, I have no objection." Fu Rong said suddenly.

"what?"

"I can't take off the mask. The best option is to wrap me tightly, like a mummy. This is actually the best way for everyone."

"Because just looking at you, you will be so fascinated that you can't look away?"

"It's even worse than that, and it's going to get worse."

Fu Rong made a gesture and pointed to the upper floor of the tent. They stepped on the spiral staircase that would automatically ascend to the viewing platform on the top floor. Here, looking up, you can see the pure and flawless night sky of the Alps, which is full of stars. Tonight is a rare sunny day.

There are soft cushions that allow people to completely sink their bodies in it, and the full sense of wrapping is extraordinarily relaxing.

"Few people can control themselves when they look at me. When I was young, this was not very obvious, but now, except for my parents and family, Mrs. Maxim will not be affected. Others and I can't even look at each other."

Fleur gazed into Harry's calm eyes with a hint of relaxed joy.

"But it's only limited to eye contact." She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand, and the gorgeous silver hair wrapped in the scarf poured down like a waterfall, as if the stars in the sky gathered at this moment, surrounded by Beside her, the hibiscus was glowing, and her hair gave off a faint silvery white shimmer visible to the naked eye.

"It's so beautiful." Harry couldn't help sighing. This hair, which is smoother and more delicate than fine silk, can't be washed with Rejoice, but it can indeed make people's hearts flutter.

"Finally I don't have to wrap my hair. It feels really uncomfortable, but I have to do it." Seeing that Harry still didn't overreact, Fleur was obviously happier. She combed her hair with an ivory comb. The faint silver light shone brighter at this moment.

The fluctuations of the magic power spilling from her body became bigger and bigger, and even formed a layer of undulating magic power magnetic field around her body. Harry had never seen this kind of magic power overflowing from any wizard, and Fleur herself His magic power is not light blue like ordinary wizards, but a silver color close to the hair color, but it is very different from the magic power of the awakened one.

"My grandmother was an elf from Velebit, that is, a veela, but there are very, very few veela who can adapt to the life of the wizarding world and really integrate into it, because most of the veela will become veela when they are emotionally excited. The appearance is completely different from her beautiful appearance, with scaled wings and a head with a pointed beak. It looks extremely ugly, but unfortunately, Veela is sensitive, sharp, and has great emotional ups and downs. The life of a wizard The world is a little too exciting for them."

"But there are always some special existences that will overcome these shortcomings, such as my grandmother, in my eyes, she is the most gentle and beautiful woman in the world."

"Prettier than you?" Harry put his hands under the back of his head and looked up at the starry sky.

"No, I'm more beautiful." Furong replied playfully, "Grandmother said so."

"Although I am only a quarter of Veela blood, I have been different from other people in my family since I was a child. When I was 13 years old, if I took off my mask, it was considered a pure Veela standing in front of me. And get drunk just because they see me."

"If it's an ordinary wizard or an ordinary person." Fu Rong's voice was slightly lowered, "Because of an accident, someone tore off my mask, so he was forced to undergo deep memory modification, and his memory for a month was erased , and now, I have more charisma than when I was 13 years old, fatal charm."

Fleur turned her head and met Harry's eyes.

"This is not a lucky thing. I don't know how long this change will last. If I can, I would rather not have this cursed charm."

"Since when has beauty become a sin?"

Harry straightened up and sat upright in front of the hibiscus. The difference in height between the two was about 15 centimeters. Girls grow and develop earlier. At the age of 1.7, she was about [-] meters tall and was shorter than Harry. On the other hand, Fu Rong couldn't help but slightly raised her chin when they looked at each other at this moment.

"You just haven't waited for someone who can appreciate the beauty."

"But it's dangerous."

"If there's nothing more dangerous than wrestling with a dragon, then I'd like to see it."

"Don't tell me you're actually a half-breed giant?" Fleur chuckled. She knew something about Harry. Harry's parents died at the hands of Voldemort, and the legend of the Boy Who Lived was born. There is nothing related to giants in it.

"I really know a half-blood giant who can wrestle with dragons, Rubeus Hagrid. He is my good friend and good teacher. To be honest, I have never thought of comparing strength with him."

"However, can you?"

Under the gaze of those clear emerald eyes, the shy girl nodded slightly. She wanted to close her eyes, but for some reason, she puffed out her chest, as if to cheer herself up.

Fleur even held her own wand in her hand, with her index finger resting on the trigger, ready to give Harry a forgetful moment.

She was even more nervous than Harry, and her palms were slightly sweating.

A corner of the mask was gently pulled, and the silk mask slipped off the bridge of the nose little by little. It was a beautiful mountain ridge bathed in silver light under the full moon. The rose-red skyline was blurred from the side, and a raised lip corner was outlined. The white teeth bit the lower lip lightly. It was a small movement of a girl when she was nervous. She was looking forward to it with trepidation in her heart.

The observation deck on the top floor is silent, only the subtle heartbeat is beating, which are two completely different frequencies, but at this moment, as the rhythm continues to accelerate, they seem to have found a suitable frequency, and the fine snow is blown Outside the window, the night wind was bone-chillingly cold, but in this quiet room, the air was gradually warming up.

A faint mist flashed in the two pairs of eyes, one green and one blue, like being slightly drunk after drinking, extremely intoxicating.

' is sweet. '

A thought flashed through Harry's mind, and he subconsciously licked it lightly. At this moment, both pairs of eyes woke up at the same time, and shrank back like lightning.

After a moment of silence.
"Sorry. Uh. Or. Thank you?"

The awkward young man was at a loss, but the girl on the opposite side raised the corners of her lips, her bright smile brought the cold winter into spring.

"You're welcome."

She whispered, with a hint of joy.

"I almost forgot all about you."

"That must be the worst news I've heard today."

"Why don't you do it again?"

"Okay."

'Well, it's sweet. '

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(End of this chapter)