Avril is gone.

On the third day after Weston handed over the language of nature to her, she quietly left, and there was only one Fleur left besides Weston.

When leaving, Avril also left a magic item for Vestie, which was her hairpin, and told Weston that if he wanted to travel to the elven world in the future, he could enter the magic power into it, and she would respond, and Weston would be able to find the elven world accurately.

Fleur watched the scene with a smile, even if Avril gave Weston a gentle kiss on the face as she left, her smile didn't change.

It wasn't until Avril used the language of nature to cut through the space, stepped in, and disappeared in front of the two of them, that Fleur's face changed slightly.

"Well, isn't Avril beautiful?" The smile on Fleur's face widened, and her beautiful eyes squinted at Weston.

Well? There is a murderous aura! Weston looked at Fleur's smiling face, only to feel a chill emanating from her, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

"It's beautiful!" Weston nodded naturally, "So, we should bless her and hope that she will find her happiness soon." After all, she's a good friend of ours, and I hope she's as lucky as I am. ”

"yes, that's what I thought, too!" Fleur's smile at this time was obviously much more sincere, "I don't know what kind of boy she likes?" ”

"I don't know, if we have the opportunity in the future, we can take our children to their world tours, and just take a look at her eyes by the way!" Weston took Fleur's hand, "But let's go pick the fruit first." ”

"Fruit?" Fleur was a little puzzled, "What fruit?" ”

"It's the fruit that Avril cultivated herself." Weston smiled, "The last time I came to pick you up at Beauxbatons, I had a fruit dinner, and it tasted very good. Trust me, you'll love them. ”

"Perhaps!" Fleur retorted to Weston's interest, "Where are we going to pick it?" ”

"Come with me!" Weston smiled and led the way towards the trees, quietly letting out a sigh as he turned his back to Fleur.

But it's really a matter of life!

"Oh, by the way, I don't seem to have issued a card yet, do you think I should buy one?" While picking the fruit, Fleur said something seemingly unintentionally.

Yes, got it! Weston sighed secretly, smiled and handed Avril Avril's hairpin to Fleur: "If you don't mind, you can use this first, and I'll buy you one later." ”

"No, I'll just buy it myself." Fleur said with a happy smile, but her hand was not slow, and she directly took the hairpin handed over by Weston and put it in her pocket.

After picking some fruit, the two of them took it back to Beauxbatons. This exchange is almost over.

Hagrid has been proud of the spring breeze these days, and his body is also in good spirits and clean.

The long beard was meticulously groomed, and the hair was not as sloppy as it used to be, and I don't know if it was Madame Maxim's request, or if he did it himself, he cut his hair short and combed it into a small back with lemon oil, which was very stylish.

The clothes on his body have also changed, and the dragon fur coat that has never left his body has become a noble wizard's robe, and there is a pair of unicorns embroidered on it that chase back and forth and play and play.

Seeing Hagrid like this, Weston almost didn't recognize it at first sight, this is still the scruffy hunting ground guard? If you don't know, someone will believe who the nobility is.

At this time, Hagrid was standing in front of Madame Maxim, his beetle-like black eyes full of affection, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Oliver, I'm going back, I'll come back to see you when I have time, you'll miss me, right?" ”

"Of course, my sweetheart." Madame Maxim put her arms around Hagrid's neck and put her forehead on his chin, "Come to Beauxbatons, there's a lack of a ranger here!" ”

"I'll think about it, okay?" Hagrid smiled wryly, "Headmaster Dumbledore has helped me a lot, and I think he still needs my help now." At least there's no way for me to leave until he finds the next ranger. I'm sorry! ”

"You don't need to be sorry, sweetheart!" Madame Maxim shook her head, a smile appeared on her face, but the tears in her eyes were dripping down in large gulls, "It's just a little time, I can wait." ”

"Thank you!" Hagrid bowed his head slightly, looking at Madame Maxim's pretty face, and the tenderness in his eyes became heavier, "I seem to have forgotten to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter?" Madame Maxim asked softly.

"I love you, Oliver!" Hagrid smiled, "I've been forgetting to tell you about this. ”

"No, you did!" Madame Maxim said with a smile, letting the tears flow, "I don't mind hearing it again, though." ”

"What about you?" Hagrid asked.

"Perhaps," Madame Maxim leaned her face closer, "I can answer with this......"

The two kissed frantically, and I don't know whose tears, the size of a basketball, fell to the ground "popping", smashing one small pit after another in the grass.

Fleur was also reluctant, but when she saw this scene, she forgot what she was going to do and watched in amazement.

"Well, should we bless them?" Weston asked, half-jokingly, half-earnestly, holding Fleur's shoulder.

"Perhaps, you're right." Fleur nodded sluggishly.

Because of the half-blood giants, everyone who was supposed to leave in the morning didn't really rush back until noon.

On the way, Hagrid's mood was obviously different from when he came, the whole person was sullen, he didn't say a word, he just drove the dragon car with his head bored, and his eyes were no longer obsessed with the big guys, but full of depression and confusion.

Flitwick understood, and didn't say much, and even the lecture in the carriage was much quieter.

Weston saw Hagrid like this, thought for a moment, flew out of the carriage, came to Hagrid's side, stood and patted him on the shoulder, "What's the matter, this is not like you usually, Hagrid!" ”

"Weston, you're here." Hagrid said hello faintly.

"Yes, I'm here." Weston replied simply, "However, I don't understand, it's not like you can't see each other, why are you like this?" ”

"I know we'll meet again." Hagrid shook his head, a hint of confusion flashing through his eyes, "It's just, Weston, do you think we can really be together in the future?" ”

Weston instantly understood that Hagrid was inferior.

"What do you think, because you feel like you're too far apart?" Weston asked.

"That's right!" Hagrid nodded, his face full of loss, "Oliver is the headmaster of Beauxbatons, she's charming and rich, and I, nothing, you say, can we really be together?" ”

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