I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Idiot!" Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron, "Cleaning! Cleaning!"

She said, "And busy decorating the garden."

"By the way - you have to put on makeup to look different." She changed her expression to a serious one, "For the wedding."

"Makeup?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Of course!" Seeing Harry's puzzled face, she added: "There are no Death Eaters in our family, but there is no guarantee that they will not leak the news after drinking champagne."

Hearing this, Harry thought of Hagrid.

"Okay, is it the Polyjuice Potion again?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Ginny asked back.

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Well, Harry had to admit that the Polyjuice Potion was indeed the safest way.

Although he would rather use the Disillusionment Charm.

"Okay, so when is the wedding?"

"The 30th." Ginny said.

"The 30th?"

"Dumbledore set the date. He and Dad agreed on it a few months ago."

"?" Ginny's words confused everyone present. "How could Professor Dumbledore be involved in such a thing?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"That's it--" Harry nodded. "Shouldn't your parents and Fleur's parents decide on such things?"

"Merlin knows!" Ginny said, "Who cares? No matter what day it is, we have to get married."

"The 30th? I remember Harry's birthday is the 31st. Ron also said that we should stay at the Burrow for one more day to attend the wedding. I thought they would hold the wedding on August 1st." Hermione added, frowning slightly. She suddenly had a hunch that Dumbledore would never get involved in such a thing. After all, this was someone else's family affair-could it be that he had some plans?

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but look at Owen.

"Owen, do you know the reason?"

"Me?" Owen shook his head, "Maybe it was a false message released by Dumbledore? If we hold the wedding with great fanfare, it might attract the snooping of the Death Eaters? So the announcement of August 1st was actually two days earlier?"

"Is that so?" Hermione thought about it, and this was indeed a reasonable explanation - but she always felt it was strange, because Moody and Kingsley, and even Mr. Arthur himself could think of such things, why let Dumbledore get involved?

"Okay, this is not an important issue at all. We should get ready." Ginny waved her hand, "Mom is still waiting."

Several people got up and hurried through the arbitrary door.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Burrow.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley sat on a chair with a long roll of parchment in her hand.

When she saw them, she hurriedly greeted them.

"Oh - you are here." She looked very happy. But there was a trace of worry between her eyebrows.

These days, she always complained that she was too anxious, too anxious.

Holding a wedding at the Burrow is not a good choice.

She has said more than once that she hopes to find a Muggle cathedral - so that it looks more formal.

After all, the Delacour family, to which Fleur belongs, is also a famous family in France, and she doesn't want the wedding to look too shabby.

Although Fleur herself doesn't care.

Of course, in fact, Ginny told them the real reason privately. Mrs. Weasley seems to think that most French people are a bit mean. I don't know which magazine this discrimination comes from, but she really thinks so in her heart.

"Have you had breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern.

"I've eaten, Mom!" Ron said, "Just tell me what it is."

"Okay--" She glanced at the long parchment in her hand, "Ron, clean the house."

"Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur clean the chicken coop. Owen, can you go to the warehouse? Arthur put too many Muggle things in it; Hermione, please change the sheets for the Delacours, you know they will arrive at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning."

As a result, Owen went to take a look.

Mr. Arthur didn't mean to ask him to help, he was studying Sirius's motorcycle.

Probably trying to figure out the function of the brake pads.

After all, this thing is flying in the sky, and the brake pads are naturally useless, so he has never figured out the function of this thing.

He watched for a long time and gave some instructions.

He definitely didn't understand about machinery, but he must know a little more than Mr. Arthur.

In the next few hours, they each did their own job.

Owen was free.

Mr. Arthur promised Mrs. Weasley that he would move all the debris in the garage before today and would never let the guests think they were sloppy.

Afterwards, Owen went to the vicinity of the Burrow and cast several ancient protective spells with ancient magic as the source.

Maybe it didn't work, but it was a consolation.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Weasley was busy and finally had an idea. She remembered that there seemed to be a Hufflepuff among them.

Always hanging out with Harry and the others, she forgot that Owen was actually a Hufflepuff.

Then, she solemnly gave Owen a task, hoping that he could find some magical plants to plant in the garden and the open space next to the Burrow.

At eleven o'clock the next morning.

The Delacour family of three came.

The little wizards were dressed in decent clothes and lined up in the yard to welcome the guests in the sunshine early in the morning.

Harry had never seen the yard look so neat. Gone are the rusty cauldrons and old wellies that usually litter the back steps, replaced by two newly planted vibrators in large pots, one on each side of the door.

Although there is no wind, the leaves dance lazily, creating a charming, rippling effect. The chickens were shut up, the yard was swept, and the nearby gardens were pruned and spruced up. However, Harry still liked its vigorous and crazy state, feeling that it was missing the usual

The goblins jumping around looked strangely deserted. He no longer knew how many security spells the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic had cast on the Burrow. He only knew that no one could directly visit here with magic anymore.

So, Mr. Weasley went to the top of a nearby hill to greet the Delacour family, who had arrived there via a portkey. When the guests arrived, the first thing people heard was a high-pitched laugh, which turned out to be from Mr. Weasley.

A moment later he appeared at the door, carrying heavy luggage and leading a beautiful blond woman in a leaf-green robe, who was undoubtedly Fleur's mother.

"Mom!" Fleur shouted, rushing over to hug her, "Dad!"

Mr. Delacour is nowhere near as charming as his wife. He is a head shorter than his wife, chubby and has a pointed black beard. However, he seems to have a good temper.

He walked quickly to Mrs. Weasley in high-heeled boots and kissed her twice on both cheeks. Mrs. Weasley was flattered.

"It's really troublesome for you." He said in a low voice, "Fu Rong told us that you have been working hard."

"Oh, that's nothing, nothing," said Mrs. Weasley, her voice trembling, "It's not troublesome at all!

"Dear madam!" said Mr. Delacour, with a smile on his face and his chubby hands holding Mrs. Weasley's. "We are extremely honored that our two families are about to be reunited! Please allow me to Let me introduce my wife, Apolline.”

Mrs. Delacour walked forward with light steps, and also leaned forward to kiss Mrs. Weasley.

"It's so charming——" said Madame Delacour in French.

Then he switched to unfamiliar English and said, "The stories your husband told us are so interesting!"

Mr. Weasley laughed nervously. Mrs. Weasley glanced at him, and he immediately fell silent, with an expression on his face as if he were sitting beside a friend's bedside.

The two families are not strangers. In fact, they had met each other during the most severe period of the wizarding world last year, when France was in chaos.

Fleur's sister Gabrielle even lived in the Hideaway for several months.

This is also the reason why Furong brought her sister here very early.

But - we know each other, but the contact is not long.

Mrs. Delacour was a little surprised by Mr. Arthur's reaction.

Because he is calmer than he thought

Their mother, Lady Delacour, had deeper Veela blood than Fleur and her sister.

After all, her mother was a Veela.

Even if this lady has tried her best to cover up her unplaceable charm, ordinary wizards will still be easily 'bewitched' by her.

In fact, no one present showed any rude behavior, everything was normal, as if her charm did not exist.

This made Mrs. Delacour curious.

"Needless to say, you have already met my little daughter Gabrielle." Mr. Delacour waved, and a girl who looked like a miniature replica of Fleur ran over. She was eleven years old and had waist-length pure silver hair. The long hair is combed into a braid.

If you observe carefully, you will find that Gabrielle's braiding technique is very familiar, as if she has seen it on someone before.

Yes - it's Hermione.

During the past few days at the Burrow, she had been staying with Gabrielle. Ginny was originally responsible for taking care of her, but after Harry returned to the Burrow, Ginny couldn't spare her energy at all.

After greetings, everyone entered the Burrow with laughter.

Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically introduced everything about the Burrow to the Delacours.

Sometimes the other person doesn't really understand the English she speaks. Fleur was preparing the dress, and Gabrielle's English was also limited, so she had to ask Hermione to act as an interpreter.

But after seeing Hermione, the Delacours seemed very excited.

He kept mumbling one word.

Then he chatted a lot, all in French.

No one else understands.

"Owen—" Harry turned his head and asked Owen, who was at the bottom of the crowd.

"Well - it's the first time in my life to meet a princess. The British royal family is very interested in her, and she also has some respectful words!"

Speaking of which - Owen suddenly realized that if he really married Miss Granger, the wedding could not be held casually. Princesses have to discuss princess etiquette with Buckingham Palace.

——Speaking, the Delacours suddenly turned their attention to Irving.

The boy with the same long silver hair immediately attracted Mrs. Delacour's attention.

Because she felt a similar aura from Owen.

A Veela-like scent.

"Hello!" (French.) Mrs. Delacour walked over, and her husband was chatting happily with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione was beside him.

"Hello -" Owen responded. He now knew the reason for Mrs. Delacour's coming, so he responded in advance, "There should be no Veela blood in our family."

Maybe - after all, his mother's bloodline was very complex, and her grandmother seemed to want to implant the bloodline of magical animals into the human body, and ancient magic had this ability.

"You speak French very well. I'm a little curious where you studied?"

"Is it possible that I am French?" Owen said briefly.

"Are you French?" Mrs. Delacour was a little surprised. "Oh! I thought of you - Fleur talked about you. I saw you in the papers - Owen? You're a Rosier."

"Well—Wenda Rozier is my grandmother."

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After saying Wenda's name again, Mrs. Delacour's face stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the smile disappeared, replaced by a kind of fear.

Owen sighed and lamented that her grandmother was really notorious.

Even French wizards like Madame Delacour, who were several generations younger than her, would still be deeply afraid of her.

"She has changed her ways," Owen said. "At least - now she has changed her ways."

"I" Mrs. Delacour smiled reluctantly, "I'm just a little surprised that you are the one."

To be honest, Wenda Rozier's reputation has greatly improved in recent years - mainly because of the Rozier Magic Hospital for the Invalid in Paris, which has treated patients and saved countless lives.

If it were in the past, the French would only curse her as a 'lackey' and an evil black wizard. There is absolutely no intention of continuing the conversation like now.

Originally, Mrs. Delacour was very interested in this young man with silver hair and wanted to know more about him. However, after learning about his relationship with Wenda, she no longer wanted to chat.

She smiled politely, said goodbye to Owen, and then returned to her husband.

Although Harry and Ginny were confused by Mrs. Delacour's behavior, they knew more or less some rumors about Wenda.

And they are British. Some questions are difficult to answer.

The two simply didn't ask any questions.

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The Delacours were pleasant guests and helpful to others.

They were happy with everything and actively helped with the wedding planning.

From the seating arrangements to the bridesmaids' shoes, Mr. Delacour said it was "so cute!"

He was not critical or raised any objections at all, which pleased Mrs. Weasley beyond imagination.

Mrs. Delacour was really good at housework spells. She wiped the oven clean in the blink of an eye, greatly reducing everyone's work pressure.