A warm barbecue feast delighted the guests and hosts, but at the dinner, Fleur was a little strange, not because of what Mr. Delacour and Harry had said before the meal, but because she didn't take off the mask to hide her face during the meal, a silk scarf was tied over the bridge of her nose, covering two-thirds of her face, and even her hair was wrapped in a headscarf, not exposed.

Mr. Delacour and Uncle Vernon, who were very drunk, were carried to the room by Harry one by one, and Dudley, who had also drunk a glass of Ogden's Aged Flame Whiskey tonight, fell to the bed in a daze, and Gabrielle, who was sleepy, was carried back by Madame Delacour, and handed over the mess to Harry and Fleur.

But it was just a matter of a few small magics, and Fleur had mastered the spell of washing dishes automatically, and the plates that flew into the sink one after another were quickly scrubbed by the brush, and in a short time they were stacked on a nearby shelf waiting to be dried.

"I've made you see the joke."

After finishing the cleanup, Fleur said to Harry with some apologies, "My dad is sometimes a little out of tune, he and my mom met and got married, it only took less than an hour in between, maybe people like him have different ideas in their heads than normal people." ”

Speaking of this, Fleur's face showed a hint of helplessness.

"Well, but it's a lucky thing to meet you and Gabrielle on vacation."

"I'm willing to bet Dudley will show off when he goes back to school that he met two pretty girls over the Christmas holidays who can brag for a year without getting tired."

Harry glanced at Fleur and saw that her eyebrows were crooked, and she seemed to be smiling.

"Actually, I'm not against it." Fleur said suddenly.

"What?"

"I can't take off the mask, the best option is to wrap me tightly, like a mummy, that's actually the best way for everyone."

"Because as long as I look at you, I will be so fascinated that I can't take my eyes off it?"

"It's even worse than that, and it's going to get worse."

Fleur gestured to the upper level of the tent, and they stepped on the spiral staircase that would automatically ascend to the observation deck on the top floor, which was originally a tent propped up in a hotel room, although one of the tents had a floor-to-ceiling window facing the balcony, but here, looking up, they could see the pure and immaculate night sky of the Alps, and the stars were dotted above, and it was a rare sunny day tonight.

There are soft cushions that allow people to completely sink their bodies inside, and the full wrapping feeling is extremely relaxing.

"Very few people can control themselves when they look at me, and when I was a child, it wasn't very obvious, but now, apart from my parents and family, and Madame Maxim, no one else can look at me."

Fleur stared into Harry's calm eyes with a hint of relaxed joy in her eyes.

"But that's just the eye to eye." She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and twitched, and the brilliant silver hair wrapped in the turban poured down like a waterfall, as if the stars in the sky were gathering at this moment, surrounding her, and Fleur was glowing, and her hair emitted a faint silvery-white shimmer visible to the naked eye.

"It's beautiful." Harry couldn't help but sigh, this hair that was smoother and more delicate than fine silk would definitely not be washed off with a fluttering soft, but it could indeed make people's hearts flutter.

"It's actually quite uncomfortable to finally have to wrap my hair, but I have to." Seeing that Harry still didn't react excessively, Fleur was visibly happier, combing her hair with an ivory comb, the faint silver light shining brighter and brighter.

The magic that overflowed from her body fluctuated more and more, and even formed a fluctuating magical magnetic field around her body, this kind of magic overflow scene Harry had never seen in any wizard, and the magic of Fleur itself was not the light blue of ordinary wizards, but silver similar to the color of her hair, but it was very different from the magic of the awakened.

"My grandmother is the elf of Velebit, that is, Meiwa, but there are very, very few Meiwa who can adapt to the life of the wizarding world and really integrate into it, because the vast majority of Meiwa will become completely different from her beautiful appearance when they are emotional, with scaly wings and a head with a pointed beak, which is very ugly, but unfortunately, Meiwa is sensitive, sensitive, and has great emotional fluctuations, and the world in which wizards live is too exciting for them."

"But there are always special beings who can overcome these shortcomings, such as my grandmother, who in my eyes is the most gentle and beautiful woman in the world."

"Prettier than you?" Harry put his hands under the back of his head and looked up at the starry sky.

"No, I'm prettier." Fleur playfully replied, "That's what Grandmother said. ”

"Although I am only a quarter of my baby's blood, I have been different from the rest of my family since I was a child, and when I was thirteen years old, if I took off my mask, even if it was a pure baby standing in front of me, I would fall into a drunken addiction because of the sight of me."

"If it's an ordinary wizard or an ordinary person," Fleur's voice lowered slightly, "because of an accident, someone ripped off my mask, so he was forced to undergo deep memory modification, and his memories were erased for a month, and now, I have a stronger one than I did when I was thirteen. Charm, fatal charm. ”

Fleur turned her head and looked at Harry.

"It's not a lucky thing, I don't know how long this change will last, and if I could, I'd rather not have this cursed charm."

"When did being beautiful become a sin?"

Harry straightened up and sat upright in front of Fleur, the height difference between the two was about twenty centimeters, the girl's growth and development was relatively early, fifteen-year-old she was almost one meter seven or eight, a head shorter than Harry, and the look at each other at the moment made Fleur inevitably raise her chin slightly.

"You just didn't wait for someone who could appreciate the beauty."

"But it's dangerous."

"If there's nothing more dangerous than wrestling with a dragon, then I'd like to see it."

"Don't tell me you're actually a half-blood giant?" Fleur chuckled, she knew something about Harry, the legend of Harry's parents who died at the hands of Voldemort and gave birth to the boy who never died, and there was nothing about giants in it.

"I really know a half-blood giant who can wrestle with dragons, Rubeus Hagrid, who is my good friend and my good teacher, and to be honest, I have never thought of competing with him."

"Still, is that okay?"

Under the gaze of the clear turquoise eyes, the girl who seemed to be a little shy nodded slightly, she wanted to close her eyes, but she didn't know why, she straightened her chest, as if she was cheering herself up.

Even Fleur's hand was on her wand, and her index finger was on the trigger, ready to give Harry a forget-all look.

She was more nervous than Harry, her palms sweating slightly.

The corner of the mask was gently pulled, and the silky mask slipped off the bridge of the nose little by little, it was a beautiful ridge bathed in silver light under the full moon, and after crossing the highest point, the shallow edge of the valley lit up with a touch of rose-red skyline to the side, outlining a raised corner of the lips, and the white teeth bit the lower lip, which was a small movement of the girl when she was nervous, she was looking forward to it, and her heart was looking forward to it.

The observation deck on the top floor was silent, only the slight heartbeat was beating, which were two completely different frequencies, but at this moment, as the rhythm continued to accelerate, they seemed to find a suitable frequency, outside the window where the snow was blowing, the night breeze was bone-chilling, and in this quiet room, the air was gradually heating up.

A hint of misty flashed in the two pairs of eyes, one green and one blue, like a slight drunkenness after drinking, which was extraordinarily intoxicating.

It's sweet. ’

A thought flashed through Harry's mind, and with a subconscious lick, both pairs of eyes cleared up at the same time, shrinking back like lightning.

After a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry. Belch. Or. Thank you? ”

The embarrassed teenager was a little at a loss, but the girl opposite hooked the corners of her mouth, and the bright smile brought this cold winter to spring.

"You're welcome."

She whispered, with a hint of joy.

"I almost forgot about you."

"Then this must be the worst news I've heard today."

"Otherwise. One more time? ”

"Okay."

'Well, it's sweet. ’

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It's two hundred chapters, and it's almost time.

(End of chapter)