In Dorset, where Harris Manor is located, the weather is very, very good today, with a soft and clear blue sky, high and thin clouds, and a golden-red glow shining through the gaps in the clouds.

By magic, the entire estate is adorned with violets, pansies, and lilies, all of which look extremely fresh on this lovely summer morning, as the sun enters the east. Dew drops from roses and herbs roll off the leaves and petals. Although there is no wind, the leaves dance lazily under the influence of magic, creating a mesmerizing, microwave ripple effect.

Fleur Delacour's parents would come early for the upcoming wedding - Daisy had just yawned and was in the courtyard to be greeted by her mother who drove her back to her room to put on matching socks and comb her messy hair decently, while her new savior, Alan, had to pull down his face and use coquettish methods on his mother to avoid changing into formal dresses that looked like she was going to the Christmas ball.

The Aurors, the Red Umbrella Division, and the Death Knights who had been stationed in the vicinity had all been temporarily placed out of sight, and the wizards had to cast a lot of security spells on the manor for the extra time

When Fleur's family was teleported nearby by the portkey at 10 a.m., and picked up by Harris's classic car, everyone's eyes fell on a beautiful blonde woman in a leaf-green robe.

"Welcome. Owen was the first to break the silence with a voice a little more enthusiastic than everyday speech, "We haven't seen each other in a long time... The last time was the last time it was the last Goblet of Fire, right?"

"Mommy!" Fleur shouted, rushing over to hug her, "Daddy!", and Albert followed in his fiancée's footsteps somewhat honestly.

Mr. Delacour was nowhere near as charming as his half-Eva wife, Apollin, who was a head shorter, chubby, and had a pointed black beard. However, he seems to have a good temper. He walked briskly over to Mrs. Harris in his high-heeled boots and kissed her twice on both cheeks.

"Morgan Lefay, how much trouble you have," said Mr. Delacour, in a deep voice, "Fleur tells us that you have been working hard for her wedding. ”

"It's nothing, Fleur is a good girl, and we are very honored that our two families are about to get married. Morgan Lefay smiled elegantly, "Gabrielle has become pretty, too." ”

"Mrs. Harris, I miss your pastries. Gabrielle, who had jumped up in height, looked like a miniature replica of Fleur, her waist-length pure silver hair dangling behind her, and she smiled brightly at Morgan Lefay, stepped forward to hug her, and then fluttered her eyelashes and looked at Emily, who was closest to her height.

Noticing the other party's gaze, Emily glanced at the adults around her, showed a well-behaved smile, and took the initiative to step forward and take Gabrielle's hand. Seeing that the friends she had met before had not forgotten herself, Gabrielle breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait: "Emily, I brought a few dolls, they are my new daughters, I will introduce them to you in a while." ”

Maggie, who was wearing a little blue dress, took advantage of the opportunity to appear behind the guests and did not let the other party see her, but she [Baishulou] still politely saluted their backs, and then took the heavy luggage from the car and disappeared in place.

"Go play, children," said Mrs. Delacour, who walked with light steps, and like her husband, leaned over to kiss Mrs. Weasley, "Morgan Lefay, it's so charming, Harris Manor is even more beautiful than Fleur describes." Then, she looked at a few of Harris's juniors, kissed them one by one, and then smiled at Alan, "Honey, the duel that night was wonderful, and those attribute potions are very good, and my skin has become better than my mother's..."

"Uh... You're welcome to make another batch in the near future, and when Albert and their wedding is over, Apollin you can take it back. Alan hesitated for a moment but decided not to tell the other party that the other party's skin had nothing to do with the potion, and then, after Fleur's mother turned around, Alan immediately kicked Lunn and Daisy in succession - the two of them were a little distracted by the kiss of the half-breed girl.

Lunn was finally freed from Madame de la Curle's charms, and he cleared his throat with some embarrassment and pretended to be calm—and Daisy came to her senses after taking revenge on Alan, and she looked at Madame de la Curl's slender figure with some impolite gaze and her husband's chubby, high-heeled boots, and his French-style, pointy little black beard, and Daisy couldn't help but giggle secretly.

Once the Delacours had entered, and Harris had accompanied them to a completely different lunch for the sake of their guests' tastes, the adult ladies of the present gathered together and soon had a lively final discussion about the details of the upcoming wedding, from seating arrangements to bridesmaids' shoes and even the direction of the handles of the cups and cups for the guests.

The gentlemen, who sat not far from them, looked a little bewildered and embarrassed by the boisterous scene of women's voices compared to the unusually busy ladies, especially when the voices of the ladies were occasionally heard asking for their opinions, which would make the person being questioned the center of attention.

"Owen, look, wouldn't it be better to replace the tablecloth with a lace material with cut-out pattern welts like this?" Morgan Lefay asked, taking a sip of lemon juice and pointing to a picture of a tablecloth in the atlas, "Wouldn't it be too much trouble?"

"As long as it can be better, it won't be troublesome at all... So you've got a good eye, Morgan Lefay. Owen gave a cursory glance and complimented, which made Morgan Lefay tick the book with joy.

"If the tablecloth is changed, then I think the fully enclosed cover looks luxurious, but it is too heavy... Remove them and tie a gauze strap on the back of a white wooden chair to make the wedding look more romantic. What do you think, my dear?" Apolline blinked at Mr. Delacour, but before Mr. Delacour could speak, she continued: "Weddings are naturally a little more romantic... Not... What color should we use..."

Mr. Delacour's fingers pointing to the atlas froze in the air, and the similar-looking things made him curl the corners of his mouth helplessly,

Seeing the appearance of the two mothers, Fleur couldn't help but ask Albert repeatedly: "Albert, can you come and take a look, this white teapot is very beautiful, more delicate than the blue one we chose before, what do you think?"

"yes, I'll take a look. Daisy leaned in, "Albert and many of my family are Ravenclaw students, and I think blue is fine. ”

Albert, who had no experience and was a little overwhelmed, looked at his father for help, but found that Owen, who could also be called a difficult brother, did not pay attention to him, but looked at Mr. Delacour with a wry smile, and Mr. Delacour said good-naturedly: "It's rare to see Apollin have such a cheerful time. ”

Owen thought about the scene of Morgan Lefay chasing after him with a feather duster, and sneered, "Morgan Lefay is often full of energy. ”

"Save him?" Lunn reminded Alan by nudging him, "The bachelorette party for Albert hasn't taken place yet." ”

Alan was originally a little gloating and looked at Albert, who was acting a little like a husky, but when he heard Lunn's reminder, he thought that he had better be a younger brother or not go too far, otherwise he would pay it back sooner or later... He nodded, and the two brothers began to wonder if they could rescue Albert and the two of them.

On the other side of the room, Emily and Gabrielle took out their dolls.

"This is my new daughter, Cinderella. Gabrielle pointed to a very beautiful blonde doll and said, "Her shoes are made of squirrel fur! She doesn't look like she's doing well?"

The one, Cinderella, kindly lifted the corner of her skirt and gave Emily a court salute.

"This doll is called Annabelle... Once when I was a kid and I had my brother's men get her back from the Muggle world. Emily, who doesn't like to play with children very much, looked a little helpless, and she casually pointed to her smiling doll with two braids that looked shabby and weird, "But she's not my daughter, I always let her play my stepdaughter when I play." ”

"Huh, stepdaughter?" Gabrielle looked a little dazed.

"How boring it is to be a mother? Emily seemed a little interested when she heard the question, she glanced at the adults and saw that no one was paying attention, and looked at Gabrielle with wide eyes, "I usually play a stepmother." ”

"Huh?" Gabrielle's eyes widened, looking even more dazed.

"Speaking of which, I used to make Annabelle a little birth certificate card and curled it up in my pretty little drawer to make sure she couldn't get the key, and then I could pretend to dodge the question about my stepdaughter's biological mother... Oh, I remembered that she had run away because I had burned the cards in the fireplace with some paper that day, and then lied to her that it was her own mother's letter. Emily was a little smug and began to show off her housekeeping skills to Gabrielle, and she said in a meaner tone to the doll named Annabelle.

"Why are you asking these questions all of a sudden? Annabelle? You're being stupid again. "Ah, it's beautiful... But how long can you keep it?" "Your father is gone, and I think it would be good for all of us if you would go to the orphanage." ”

After the performance, Gabrielle didn't speak but quickly pulled her doll away from the other party, Emily was a little satisfied that the little kid in front of her seemed to be frightened by herself: "Gabrielle, remember to listen to me in the future." ”

The little girl, who had a quarter of the blood of the charm frog, held her doll and nodded quickly, and couldn't help but ask curiously and timidly: "What about Annabelle's father doll, who is he?"

"He's a rich widower, but he doesn't live in the house anymore," Emily looked out the window at the mud in the garden, "Charlie is in the garden." ”

Emily thought of something else, she looked at Emily's side face looking out the window, "So you married him?"

Emily turned her head and smiled a little wickedly at Gabrielle, she narrowed her eyes, "But not because of love..."