Son-in-law of the Hibiscus family at Hogwarts

Avignon is a city in southeastern France. In the fourteenth century, it was the residence of the Pope. It can be said that at that time, it was one of the centers of the Holy See.

With the decline of the Holy See, this place has also gradually declined. Except for some Muggles who often come here to travel, the original prosperity can no longer be seen here.

When Weston set foot on this land, I really felt that time is the greatest force in the world!

Under the setting sun, the entire ancient city, full of Gothic style, seemed silent and full of historical charm. After the breeze caressed it, a sense of sadness emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Is your grandma's house here?" Weston turned his head and asked Fleur who was walking with him.

"It's our grandma's house!" Furong corrected her first, and then continued, "Grandma's house is not here, but outside the city. Just follow us!"

Weston shrugged and followed Fleur forward. As he walked, he admired this small ancient city that had existed since the twelfth century.

After passing a short ancient bridge, the two walked for a while and arrived at the suburbs.After walking for a while, Weston raised his eyebrows and stared straight at the jungle on the left.

"Hey, it seems you've discovered it?" Fleur looked at Weston in surprise.

Weston nodded, then shook his head: "No, I didn't find anything! It's just that there are traces of magic here!"

With the improvement of Weston's magic power and the advancement of magic, many traces of magic can no longer be hidden from him. Just like what Nico often says: "Any magic will leave traces, no matter how big it is." Perfect!"

Now, he can already feel the vague magic fluctuations coming from the jungle.

"Yes, this is it! This is my grandma's tribe!" Furong nodded with satisfaction and said happily.

Weston nodded, with a look of expectation on his face.Regardless of anything else, this concealment method alone has given him a lot of inspiration. It can be said that this has not been in vain.

Without saying hello to Fleur, Weston walked towards the jungle.

Fleur followed closely behind Weston, watching Weston's movements, her beautiful eyes inadvertently showed a hint of anticipation and joking, as if... she wanted to see Weston make a fool of herself?

Weston naturally didn't know Fleur's plan. When he came to the edge of the jungle, the fluctuation of magic power could be said to be very clear.

Weston tentatively stretched out a hand and slowly reached forward, and then encountered a magic barrier that felt like water.

Um?It seems... can it go deeper?Weston was a little confused, but the movement of his hand did not slow down. With a slight exertion, his hand reached in, and then the whole person walked in.

"This...how is this possible?" Furong couldn't help but shouted softly, her eyes filled with disbelief.She quickly followed him, walked in as if he were on a familiar road, and saw Weston looking around.

"How did you do it?" Fleur asked in surprise.

"What?" Weston didn't understand what Fleur meant and looked at her with some confusion.

"There is a magic interception here!" Fleur said.

"I know this. Wasn't there a magic barrier just now?" Weston raised his eyebrows, "But it doesn't seem to be of any use! I think it may be to protect against Muggles, right?"

"No!" Fleur wrinkled her pretty nose, "Grandma said that if you don't have Veela blood, you won't be able to get in! Unless you are led by someone with Veela blood!"

"Could it be that you are also a Veela hybrid?" Fleur looked at Weston up and down, guessing in a confused tone.

Am I also a Veela hybrid?Weston was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in a funny way: "How is that possible! If I were a Veela hybrid, I would at least have the characteristics of a Veela hybrid! Do you think I have it?"

Fleur looked at Weston again, and there was really nothing different about him.

You must know that Veela hybrids will have some different characteristics, at least their hair will be silver. Moreover, if you look at the history of magic, you will find that all Veela and human hybrids are female, without any exception.

Thinking of this, Furong was also a little confused and didn't know what the situation was.

Weston didn't think that much, mainly because he couldn't think of it.The speculation about his identity has been going on for a day or two, but now there is still no result, and Weston has given up.

However, what is certain is that he is definitely not a Veela hybrid.

"Forget it, stop guessing!" Weston couldn't help but feel a little amused when he saw Fleur still racking her brains, "I can't guess anything now anyway, why not ask your grandma?"

"Perhaps she will know something?"

"Grandma is not old!" Fleur retorted subconsciously, but looking at Weston's indifferent expression, she only said, "You will know it when you see it!"

After saying that, Furong led the way angrily.

Weston didn't know what happened to Fleur, so he could only smile bitterly, touch his nose, and follow quickly.

After walking in the woods for a while, I walked out of the jungle, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

At this time, the sunset has not completely set. A lake not far away looks shining golden under the reflection of the setting sun. The breeze brings some fallen leaves, gently passing over the lake, creating layers of golden waves. .

On the edge of the lake, a white-frosted deer was drinking water and calling out "yo yo" from time to time, adding a bit of vitality to the place.

"So beautiful -" Weston was a little intoxicated.

"Of course! This is the most beautiful place in the Veela tribe!" Fleur said with some pride, "Although I've seen it more than once, I always feel like I can't get enough of it!"

Weston nodded repeatedly, fully agreeing with Fleur's words.

Even a grown man like him found this scene very beautiful, let alone attractive to women.

"Look there!" Furong said in front of her.

Weston followed the direction that Fleur pointed and took a closer look - there were some tree houses and flower vines, and some Veelas wearing white gauze were playing and playing on them.

She is worthy of being known as the "Moonlight Fairy", so beautiful!Weston admired secretly.

"Let's go there!" Fleur subconsciously took Weston's arm and walked towards the tree house, shouting as she walked:

"Grandma, we're here to see you!"

"Little Hibiscus?" A beautiful Veela suddenly poked its head out from a study room, her eyes full of surprise.

Let me go, is this Furong’s grandmother?Weston was shocked, this was obviously the old witch!

He suddenly understood why Fleur said that his grandmother was young. Looking at the two girls hugging each other, Weston felt that even if they were called sisters, it was not an exaggeration at all!

Thinking of this, Weston couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

By chance, this Veela looked over and looked at him with a half-smile...