The Dracules went out with Gabrielle, after all, if it was a banquet, there was still a lot of things to prepare, leaving Weston and Fleur at home.

"There are still people in the family who want to stay!" Mr. Dracu said this, and winked quietly at Weston.

Weston smiled bitterly, he naturally knew what Mr. Delacour meant, this was for him to take advantage of the opportunity.

"What are you thinking?" Fleur looked at Weston suspiciously.

"Nothing!" Weston shook his head slightly, and looked at Fleur's pretty and slightly green face, his eyes were a little dazed.

He chuckled and said in a tone full of memories, "Time flies so fast! I remember a little girl coming straight to me and announcing that I was her husband! ”

Fleur's face flushed, and then she raised her neck: "What, am I not right?" ”

"What's wrong!" Weston laughed dumbly.

"That's what I'm saying, you're my fiancé! When we graduate, we'll get married! Fleur said stubbornly. In terms of feelings, among the two people, Fleur has always been the bolder one.

"Okay, okay, you're right!" Faced with his proud fiancée, Weston can only say this.

"Humph!" Fleur gave him a blank look, then said to him in a warning tone, "I told you that you are the one who has a fiancée!" I don't want to hear about you out there! You know, if you do, there's always word coming out! ”

Unlike the heartless Weston, Fleur knows how attractive a guy really is. Originally, Weston was not bad, but after experiencing Animagus, he had a sense of nobility, and now he has the name of a genius, and he is simply a rich and handsome man in the wizarding world.

Not to mention the letters received by Madame Delacour, Fleur herself peeked at it and saw many love letters from Hogwarts girls, which made her proud and distressed at the same time.

"Say, how about I transfer to Hogwarts?" Fleur suddenly said this.

Transfer? Weston was stunned for a moment and asked puzzledly, "Why do you suddenly ask that?" ”

Because you don't have any points in your heart? Fleur glanced at Weston with resentment, and Weston was even more puzzled.

"It's nothing, just say what!" Fleur asked dissatisfied, pouting.

It's inexplicable! The sluggish Weston was a little puzzled, but he thought about it seriously.

If you want to say that you want to move to Hogwarts, there are definitely good and bad. The advantage is that two people can be closer to each other, and it will be easier to take care of each other; The downside is that she'll need to get used to it for a while, after all, there are very different ways of life and diet in England and France.

On the other hand, even if Fleur wants to transfer schools, it depends on whether Madame Maxime wants to do so, and Fleur is her proudest student.

Vis found it difficult to choose, so he told Fleur all about his considerations.

When Fleur heard this, she was a little deflated, everything else was okay, and she was not sure that Madame Maxim had passed.

France's most famous witch was motivated to overtake Beauxbatons over Hogwarts, and with Fleur still her protégé, the difficulty skyrocketed.

It seems that it is impossible! Fleur thought a little sullenly.

Weston looked at the lost Fleur, he was moved and amused, even if he was sluggish, he would react, and couldn't help but comfort softly: "It's okay, isn't it good that we're like this?" ”

Hum! Fleur gave him a blank look and snorted, looking unhappy.

Weston didn't speak, smiling and caressing Fleur's silver hair.

Fleur pouted, glanced at Weston, and rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Weston stiffened, then relaxed. It was their first time hugging!

Weston looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, thought for a moment, wrapped one hand around her willow waist, and with the other hand swiped outward, the blades of grass in the garden flew into the sky, turned into petals, and gradually fell.

Fleur sensed that something was wrong, and quietly lifted her pink face from Weston's arms, and in an instant, her eyes were full of little stars.

"It's so pretty......" Fleur couldn't help but sigh.

Weston smiled slightly: "Do you like it?" ”

Fleur bit her lip, nodded slightly, and kissed it boldly.

Under the sun, in the manor, a pair of young men and women kissed like this, the rose petals in the sky slowly fluttered, and the air was filled with romance and happiness......

When the Delacours returned, they saw the couple sitting on the sofa, chatting about something, and it was clear that they were much more intimate than they had been in the morning.

As a person who has come over, I can guess that something must have happened to the two.

Mr. Delacour quietly gave Weston a thumbs up, and Weston felt a little embarrassed, but also very warm......

At seven o'clock in the evening, the guests who should have arrived were almost there. It's a small banquet, but everyone's background is surprisingly big!

Head of the Knights of Merlin, Patriarch of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, Minister of Magic...... There wasn't a single young man in the hall except for Weston, which made Weston feel extremely awkward.

However, in order to solve the problem, even if he is unwilling, he has to face it, as if ......

"Excuse me, you are Mr. Weston Delacour!" A blonde man in a gown trimmed with ornate silver filigree looked at Weston with a smile.

Weston nodded, recognizing the identity of the person from the other's snake-headed cane - Lucius Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family of the Holy Twenty-Eight.

"Hello!" Weston gently lifted the champagne in his hand, "I think, with this luxurious appearance, noble temperament, and a long-inherited snake wood cane, you must be Mr. Malfoy?" ”

"Aha, genius is different!" Lucius laughed, "However, you can call me uncle, though, I prefer you to call me brother, but after all, I'm still too old!" ”

"Where, where, it seems, you are still young! Then I'm going to climb high, Uncle Malfoy? Weston chuckled in response, and the nobility of his demeanor was a little more noble than that of the other party.

Lucius's eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "It's not a high climb, so can I call you Weston?" ”

"Of course, it's my pleasure!" Weston nodded, smiling.

The two of them just started talking on the spot. It is said that it is a conversation, but in fact, it is a business blowing, but in essence, there is no content at all.

Lucius secretly scolded the little fox, and Weston also scolded the old fox in his heart, but the smiles on the faces of the two were so enthusiastic and full of sincerity!

It was soon half past seven o'clock, and Mr. Delacour went downstairs......