The Ravenclaw Plan was officially implemented, and everything began to get on the right track, Weston was only the proposer and formulator of the plan, and he could not interfere with the specific implementation, and of course, he did not intend to interfere.

After spending some time in the guild and finding that everything was going well, Weston refused Lucius's retention and returned to Delacour Manor alone.

"Bang-" Pandora snapped when she saw Weston return.

"Chirp-" A few little phoenixes that looked like skinned chicks also poked their heads out of their nests on the windowsill and looked at Weston in confusion.

That's right, Pandora has already produced a crystallization with Fox. It's just that the number is not like one as Weston thinks, but three.

Probably because of the bloodline of their parents, the three little phoenixes all look different. The sparse hairs that had just emerged showed that one was supposed to be the same fiery red as Fawkes, one was the same black as Pandora, and the other was dark red.

For the first time, Weston also knew that the phoenix was not an oviparous creature, but a viviparous.

"You're back, Weston!" When Fleur heard Pandora's cry, she poked her head out of the second floor, and when she saw Weston, her beautiful eyes instantly sparkled with surprise.

"Yes, how are you at home?" Weston glanced at Fleur strangely, "I remember, shouldn't it be Beauxbatons' holiday day?" ”

"Come to my bedroom!" Fleur said, closing the window again.

I'm stupid! Weston smiled dumbly, shook his head slightly, and went straight to Fleur's bedroom.

As soon as he entered, Weston was caught by the contents of the bed.

That's a couple of different styles of wedding dresses!

In a trance, Weston suddenly remembered that, by the way, he was also getting married, and the woman in front of him was his bride, and she was also the person who would stay with him for the rest of her life in the future.

Fleur noticed Weston's gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks, and she looked at Weston softly.

"Are you looking at a wedding dress?" Weston smiled slightly, the indescribable tenderness of his words, and a wisp of breeze entered the room as he walked, blowing the hem of the wedding dress and swaying gently.

"Yes!" Fleur nodded, "Mom brought these styles, which are said to be new in Paris this year, let me choose them myself." Which do you think is prettier? ”

"As long as you wear it, it will be beautiful!" Weston chuckled and walked over to Fleur's side, "I'm wondering if I should get some more from England." ”

"Still don't want it!" Fleur pouted and said with some grumbling, "The last time we were at Professor Snape's wedding, his wife's wedding dress wasn't very pretty!" I don't want to wear something like that! ”

"Why don't we design our own wedding dress?" Fleur's eyes lit up and she proposed.

"Absolutely!" Weston smiled and nodded, his eyes full of doting colors, "As long as you want to, of course I don't have any problems!" ”

Fleur smirked, revealing a look of coquettishness that Weston hadn't seen in a long time.

"Weston, are we really getting married?" Fleur asked softly, biting her lower lip.

"yes, the time has been set!" Weston sat down on the bed, gently hugged her shoulders, and gently scraped the bridge of her delicate little nose.

"But why do I always feel like I'm in a dream?" Fleur leaned gently against him, "It feels so unreal!" ”

"Actually, it's not just you, it's me!" Weston smiled, "I still vaguely remember the first time you met, you announced my ownership, and suddenly I felt that time passed so quickly!" ”

"Yes, it's so quick, it's ......" Fleur tilted her pretty face slightly, still with a bit of trance in her eyes, "Now, I'm really going to marry you!" ”

"Shouldn't I say, congratulations?" Weston teased, then added, "Of course, congratulations to myself." ”

Even so, she was still hammered by Fleur in shame, but with that strength, I'm afraid that it can't be used to fight mosquitoes.

"Weston!" Fleur called out to him.

"What's wrong?" Weston looked at her tenderly, with a doting smile on his face.

"I love you!" She spoke softly and firmly, the tenderness in her voice that melted steel.

"What a coincidence!" Weston stared into her eyes and smiled softly, "Me too!" ”

The lips have touched each other at some point, and the love of the two is overflowing everywhere, and with the breeze, they slowly fly out of the window and into the distance......

In the evening, Madame de la Cuer was also very pleasantly surprised when she saw Weston, and after a while of cold and warmth, she turned on the education mode again, and she was married immediately, and she couldn't go around. Weston listened resignedly, sweating profusely.

Madame de la Cull has always been special, perhaps it is the change brought about by the dual status of adoptive mother and mother-in-law, or the loss of marrying her daughter has made Weston an exhaust bag, in short, Weston has received a lot of education from her recently.

This time, however, Madame de la Cuer did not say much for long, and in less than ten minutes she let him go, and made him a little uncomfortable.

Dinner was made by Weston, although it was just a few simple stir-fries, but it surprised several members of the family, but they never knew that Weston would do this, and when cooking, Weston didn't seem to use magic.

Madame Delacour looked at Weston with satisfaction, and suddenly asked, "Have you made a plan?" ”

"What?" Weston was a little confused, and glanced at Fleur to find that she was also dazed.

"I'm talking about the honeymoon location!" Mrs. Delacour explained, "Isn't it better to be married sooner?" ”

"Sorry, I didn't!" Weston touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, "Look where Fleur wants to go!" ”

"I didn't think about it either!" Fleur bit her lip lightly and shook her head.

"I have a recommendation!" Madame Delacour laughed and said, "It's better to-"

"Why not as good as what?" Weston asked suspiciously, but didn't hear any answer. Seeing that Mrs. Dracul still maintained the smile she had just faced, Mr. Dracul also looked at her with a smile, and Fleur's eyes also showed a hint of anticipation.

It's just that they all seem to have turned into wax figures, frozen in place.

No, it shouldn't be freeze-frame! It should be - still!

Weston noticed that the flame on the candlestick was still blown by the breeze, and sat still, but his wand slipped quietly into his hand.

He didn't know what kind of magic was able to do this, but Weston knew one thing, and that was that whoever came was someone with enough power to threaten his life. This kind of great power has never been seen in my life!

"Hmm-it should be here, this time I shouldn't be wrong!" A magnetic voice seemed to sound suddenly from all directions......

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