Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 110-The Dracul Family (First Order Plus Update)

After sitting quietly in the study for a while, Ulysses suddenly stood up and walked straight to a cabinet in the corner.

When I opened it, it was empty inside.

Ulysses squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze fell into the empty cabinet, and his thoughts began to surge.

A few years ago, he saw a very strange thing in this cabinet.

It was a light and light parchment paper with a light texture and a swirling pattern painted on the paper.

At that time, when he just wanted to pick it up to see what was going on, his father’s illusory figure suddenly appeared in the study and turned his attention away.

Gradually, he left the matter behind. It wasn’t until the old witch’s room in the Knock Down Alley saw a pattern that was exactly the same as this, and then I understood that it was a sign of the Abyss Organization.

But now, since the family doesn’t want him to know certain things, it makes sense that the parchment in the cabinet is missing.

Under the jumping light, Ulysses’s face was a little dark. His eyelids were drooping and he didn’t try to find any more. He sat at the desk and concentrated on studying the second-level magic pattern that Professor Babling gave him.

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The next day, Ulysses carefully checked his own outfit to make sure that there would be no manners, and went out under the aunt’s affirmative gaze.

Before returning to France, he said to Fleur. Furong said that you still remember to inform me. It is commendable and rewards you for coming to my house for dinner at noon the next day.

When Ulysses was at Busbarton school, Ulysses had not been a guest at Dracour’s house, so she was not surprised at her invitation.

The light rain had stopped all night, and there were signs of dampness on the streets.

Walk along the Saint-Michel Square and cross the Seine River, which is the outskirts of the small town of Giverny.

If you talk to the Muggles in Paris about the small town of Giverny on the outskirts of the city, many people will think of Claude Monet, the famous painter who pioneered Impressionism.

In this small town, Mr. Monet’s former garden residence is a beautiful landscape.

And Dracul’s house was on a small hill not far from the small town of Giverny.

Ulysses walked to the hillside, and there was a sea of ​​colorful flowers in front of him, and Dracul’s house grew in it.

This is a seemingly ordinary double-storey French-style house, with pale yellow brickwork and bright brown-red wooden doors, the black eaves are still slightly wet after rain, and a low chimney rises from the roof.

If you ignore the little Fairy dancing among the flowers and leaves, I believe everyone will think that the Muggle family who lives here is just a life cozy.

Ulysses walked to the door, raised his right hand, and knocked with three fingers bent.

“Tuk-Tuk-Tuk.”

Someone answered immediately inside.

Ulysses took a step back, raised his head, and looked under the eaves. There are a few delicate wind chimes hanging there, and as the breeze collides with each other, there are bursts of pleasant and crisp bells.

“Crunch.”

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Ulysses lowered his head when he heard the sound. What caught his eyes was a dazzling gold.

“Mr. Lestrange!”

The one who opened the door was Gabriel Delacour, Little Sister of Fleur. She has waist-length blond hair and silvery blue eyes. Her face is delicate, her smile is sweet, like an angel who descends…

It would be even better if she could not open her mouth when she laughed and show the row of mutilated little teeth.

“Long time no see, little Gabriel.”

Ulysses smiled and rubbed the little girl’s head. Her hair was soft and smooth, and she felt good.

“Long time no see. Where is my gift?”

Gabriel broke away from his hand, stretched her little hand forward, and said solemnly.

Seeing Ulysses’s inexplicable and completely unremembered expression, her little mouth slumped and said viciously:

“You said Hogwarts would bring me gifts in the past! Did you forget! Liar!”

Ulysses remembered it for a long time, and it seemed that there was such a thing. His face suddenly stiffened, and he found that he had overlooked something very important. When he was thinking about whether to run away first, he heard a sneer from behind Gabriel:

“Ha, don’t say it’s you, Gabriel, not even me. Mr. Lestrange probably reluctantly left us at Hogwarts.”

Ulysses raised his head, his eyes trembled.

Fleur Delacour was standing in the room, playing with a magic wand in his hand, with long cascading silver hair hanging down to his waist. She looked towards the door with a smile and a smile, her azure blue eyes resembling the blue waves of the blue sea, but with Ulysses’s understanding of her, she knew immediately that the undercurrent was surging under the sea.

Ulysses’ eyes rolled round and round, and he was nervously thinking about countermeasures when he heard a reprimand from the room:

“Gabriel! What are you doing at the door! And Fleur, how many times have you said, don’t sign your magic wand when nothing is wrong at home… Come in, Ulysses.”

A tall and beautiful blonde woman flashed out of the kitchen, and after speaking a few words to Fleur, she looked at Ulysses with a smile.

Fleur snorted and gave Ulysses a look of “I will find you later”, Gabriel’s small body stepped aside to make room for Ulysses.

Ulysses secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked into Delacour’s house, and said politely to his wife:

“Long time no see, Mrs. Delacour, your style is as old as ever.”

Mrs. Delacour’s face was even more smiling, looking at the unsatisfactory satisfaction in Ulysses’ eyes, she turned back to the kitchen, and said in her mouth:

“Let’s have a cup of tea first, lunch will be ready soon.”

Gabriel pursed her mouth and sat on the chair, fiddled with the little Fairy who was flying around the vases on the table, not planning to pay attention to Ulysses. Although Furong still had that dangerous expression, she still used standard tea and tea in her hands, and her movements were meticulous, but Ulysses always suspected that she was going to poison the tea.

“Good noon, Ulysses! I am glad to see you on such a beautiful day.”

Ulysses held up his tea cup hesitantly, and saw Mr. Delacour walking downstairs with a smile. He is a very kind middle-aged man. Although years have taken away his hair and enlarged his belly, it is not difficult to see from the shape of his face that he was also a rare beautiful man when he was young.

Think about it, too, Mrs. Delacour, who can be worthy of a fair and beautiful blonde beauty, and has daughters like Fleur and Gabriel, how bad looks can be.

Ulysses is no stranger to the Delacours, and they don’t take him as an outsider. After a simple greeting, Mrs. Delacours prepared lunch, and five people sat around the dining table.

Knowing that Ulysses was coming today, Mrs. Delacour made an exceptionally rich lunch.

The freshly baked baguette is fragrant, with a little butter on it. The mellow and smooth fat foie gras, with truffles and artichokes on the sides, a large plate of tightly fleshed snails, and a dish of plump duck breast, make people look like index fingers move.