Son-in-law of the Hibiscus family at Hogwarts

In the end, under Fleur's persuasion, Weston decided to go to hell, provided that the two of them completed the wedding first.Although Weston wanted to say that it would be better to cancel the wedding, he had to give up this idea when he saw Fleur's tearful eyes.

Just like he has been thinking about Furong, Furong is also thinking about him. Maybe, this is love...

The next day, after briefly greeting the Delacours, Weston left the manor directly.

"Fleur, do you know what Weston did? Ask him and don't say anything." Mrs. Delacour looked at Fleur curiously, "Did you two quarrel?"

Fleur shook her head and looked at the place where Weston disappeared. It took a long time before she uttered a sentence: "Maybe, he is looking for a look into the past..."

"Looking for the past?" Mrs. Delacour and Mr. Delacour looked at each other, "Is there anything else in Weston's past that we don't know?"

"Perhaps this is the anxiety before getting married?" Mr. Delacour rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look on his face, "Maybe it would be good to let him go out and relax!"

"Well, just let young people make their own decisions about their own affairs!" Mrs. Delacour curled her lips disapprovingly, turned to look at her husband with a smile, "My dear, shouldn't we go too? Traveling? We haven’t gone for a walk in a long time!”

"What a great idea!" Mr. Delacour nodded with a smile, thought for a moment, and suggested, "How about waiting until Fleur's wedding date has passed? Maybe we also need a honeymoon?"

"Of course, you are always so considerate, my sweetheart!" Mrs. Delacour's eyes lit up, and her beautiful face was filled with smiles.

"Then it's settled!" Mr. Delacour slapped his thigh and said decisively, where do you think we should go?I think......"

The couple began to discuss their honeymoon on the sofa, leaving Fleur alone looking out the window blankly.

Are you too useless?If you can protect yourself without Weston, maybe you can go with Weston?This idea suddenly appeared in Furong's mind, and it grew out of control, and soon occupied most of her mind.

It’s time to work hard!Fleur's eyes flashed with determination, and she went up to the second floor alone, ignoring the couple who were still discussing, where she placed her wand...

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How many times has it been for you to come here?Looking at the forest with almost no bright colors in front of him, Weston couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Maybe this should be the last time. If he waits until the next time, he really doesn't know when.

With this thought in mind, he stepped straight into the dark forest without slowing down at all.

Not long after walking, a few wind sounds flashed past, and there were several figures in front of him.

"Sir!" The person who came was a vampire from the Dracula family. When he saw Weston, he immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Weston nodded. He was already used to this formation and was even used to it.

"Get up!" Weston ordered casually, and then asked, "Is Mr. Dracula here?"

"The master of the family is in the clan!" A male vampire said respectfully.

"Okay, you can continue patrolling. I'll just go find him myself." Weston nodded to them, spread his wings, flew straight into the sky, found the right direction, and flew over quickly.

When they arrived at Dracula's Castle, Count Dracula had already flown out and was respectfully waiting for his arrival in front of the castle.

"Little Master!" After seeing Weston landing, Count Dracula bowed respectfully.

"You're welcome, Mr. Dracula." Weston smiled and nodded, "I have something to ask you, if your time is convenient."

"Of course, please follow me!" Count Dracula saluted and led the way, and the two of them went directly to the study.

"Little master, is there something going on this time?" Count Dracula asked respectfully after seeing Weston sitting down.

"It's something." Weston nodded, and after a slight hesitation, he simply said, "My uncle found me yesterday."

"Uncle?" Count Dracula looked at Weston in confusion, "I'm sorry, little master, I didn't know that there are other men in the Delacour family! Do you want me to get rid of him?"

"I'm not talking about the Delacour family!" Weston shook his head, "It's my biological uncle! My father asked him to find me and give me time to go home!"

"Go home?" Dracula was even more confused, but soon he seemed to understand what Weston meant, and his body couldn't stop shaking violently, "Could it be..."

"Yes, that's what you think!" Weston smiled and nodded, "I came here to ask you, do you want to go back with me?"

"Of course, it's my honor!" Count Dracula replied decisively, with a hint of excitement on his face. "I knew that His Highness would definitely come to see the young master, but I didn't expect that. , His Highness did not come in person."

"Uncle said that my father originally wanted to come over in person, but the world was too weak to bear his power. Therefore, uncle had to come over on his own." Weston said Mostema's words.

"Young master, you should be talking about His Highness Mostema, right?" Count Dracula guessed after a moment's thought, but his tone was full of certainty.

"Oh? Have you thought of it?" Weston looked at Count Dracula with some surprise.

"Of course, among the seven His Highnesses, only His Highness Mostima is the weakest. If it were any other Highness, the world would really not be able to bear it!" Count Dracula said helplessly, "Even if In this way, His Highness Mostima probably has his eyes closed, otherwise, this world will not be saved!"

"Have you ever seen them take action?" Weston asked curiously, "Can you tell me what their power is like?"

"Sorry, young master, I don't have the honor to meet you." Count Dracula glanced at Weston apologetically, "These were told to me by the ancestors of Cain. The seven His Highnesses are all beings who can easily create the world. For example, the female demon clan in hell was created by His Highness Mastima’s eyelashes.”

"Creation?" Weston looked at Count Dracula with some dumbfounded eyes.

"Yes, Creation!" Count Dracula nodded, with a matter-of-fact expression on his face, "When the seven Highnesses entered hell, the hell was basically empty. If it hadn't been for the creation of the Seven Highnesses, With some creatures, how could hell be prosperous?"

"Furthermore, not to mention His Highness Lucifer, His Highness Belial alone created many small worlds, and some of them were given to some gods who were friends with him, including Anubis."

"Death?" Weston's eyes narrowed.

"It seems to have such a title." Count Dracula nodded, but there was a bit of contempt in his eyes, "However, compared to the real God of Death, he is not qualified, he is just someone from the small world. He’s just the God of Death, he can’t control the big world.”

"Oh?" Weston's eyes became more curious, "Can you tell me about it?"