When I opened my eyes, I didn't see the stars in the sky, the bright sunlight had dispelled the curtain of the night, and the flying snow blurred the distant gaze, turning the rising sun into a soft golden light.

There was only a deep depression left on the soft cushions of the observation deck, and the gentle itching from the tip of his nose made Harry open his eyes in a daze, and the familiar aroma penetrated his nostrils, instantly dispelling the last vestiges of sleep.

"Good morning."

Harry stretched, and Fleur, who was lying on his chest and waking him up with a strand of hair, looked like a mischievous kitten, and after two years of suppressing herself, Fleur finally had the opportunity to breathe freely, revealing a completely different side than before.

"I didn't snore at night, did I? Got you arguing? ”

Normally, Harry was always the first to wake up, whether at home or at school, he was used to leaving the warm bed to start the day when the morning sun was outcropping, and now, he was waking up much later than usual.

"Nope." Fleur shook her head slightly, "It's just that the pillow is too hard." ”

"Then you're going to catch up on some sleep later?" Harry glanced at his big arm and shook his head helplessly, "Otherwise, I'll go to learn yoga later, and I heard that practicing that can make people fold themselves, which can be regarded as a combination of rigidity and softness." ”

"But even if the stones could be stacked, it would be a stone house."

Fleur held up her upper body with her feet dangling, and a light more dazzling than the sun shone in front of Harry.

"But it makes your stay more comfortable, doesn't it?"

Harry's gaze into the abyss was a little straight, he didn't even know when Fleur had changed into a nightdress, last night was probably the heaviest sleep in his life, although the irrepressible seductive power of Fleur's body had little effect on him, but it had an unexpected sleep aid effect.

Harry only remembered that the two of them were looking at the stars and chatting, and as they chatted, sleepiness welled up, and when they opened their eyes, it became daylight.

"There's a lot of fun for girls at Hogwarts, right?" This made Fleur listen to the very comfortable answer, and she couldn't help but make her think a little more, and she opened her mouth slightly sourly.

"Hey, don't say it, I'm very popular at Hogwarts, a sack of notes and love letters, my grades are the best, my professors are caring, my sports are amazing, my pocket is rich, and of course, the most important thing is that I'm a handsome and dashing handsome guy."

Harry's pompous narcissistic tone made Fleur hammer his chest hard, don't look at this girl's weakness and weakness is less than three pounds, but in fact, Fleur is more powerful than ordinary adult men.

Her current state is actually a bit similar to Hagrid, the bloodline of magical creatures and the bloodline of wizards have completed the sublimation in the body, Hagrid's physique, strength, and talent are many times higher than normal half-blood giants, Hagrid, who combines the advantages of wizard and giant blood, is completely able to hang those stupid big ones up and fight in the face of giants, and the slight inferiority in strength is exchanged for all-round transcendence in other aspects, and Fleur is also the case.

However, Mei Wa has not ordered any skill points related to physical enhancement at all, and of course Fleur will not have a very powerful physique, but after all, it is a fusion of all the advantages of magical creatures, and her own quality is more than one line higher than that of wizards.

"Hurt~~~"

This is more than a line of physical fitness compared to ordinary wizards, and it is useless when it comes to meeting Harry.

"Poof"

Harry tried hard to keep himself from laughing, but he still accidentally leaked a little laugh, after all, the look of biting his lip and being aggrieved was too cute and too foul.

Fleur, who was muttering something like 'men are big pig's trotters', glared at Harry viciously, but her eyes that she thought were very lethal looked more like she was coquettish, it was like encountering a lemming in the wild in winter, even if the little guy had tried his best to tell the tall adult that he was not easy to mess with, but in the adult's heart, it would only flash 'This little guy is so cute, the old man's girly heart. I really want to rua~~~'

So Fleur was gently rua rua's aggrieved little face, slippery, elastic and tender, and it felt great.

The little nasal voice seemed to indicate that she enjoyed this kind of touch, and Fleur, who had to wrap herself before, had been staying in the corner of the wall where she was alone, even her closest sister Gabrielle, who was closest to her, could not touch her fingertips, which was a little similar to the slight numbness of the electricity that made the lazy kitten in the morning a little softer.

"To be honest, I still don't feel like I'm dreaming, and if so, I hope it's longer."

"You mean, maybe we're moving a little fast?"

Fleur leaned over and rested her head on Harry's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"It's just a kiss, it's not as good as the one-hour flash marriage of uncle and aunt, it's slow, it's too slow, it would be nice if it was faster."

"You want to be beautiful."

Fleur rolled her eyes, her lips pursed slightly with a hint of a smile.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Soy milk fritters, xiaolongbao, steamed dumplings with rice rolls, and horseshoe cake."

"I've never heard of that."

"It's okay, I'll do."

With one hand on the ground and the other on his waist, Harry, who was holding Fleur upright, said goodbye to the warm nest and got up refreshed.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth, and we'll have breakfast later."

"By the way, you can also think about how you should talk to your uncle and aunt about us for a while."

Harry gestured to the wooden door coming down from the observation deck, and he heard the sound of someone stepping on the steps, and as expected, it was Fleur's parents.

Immediately, a hint of blush crept up on Fleur's face, but soon she calmed down and muttered quietly, "Why aren't you thinking about it?" ”

"Because I'm thick-skinned."

Harry took the pillow that Fleur had thrown and placed it on the shelf in the doorway, and as soon as he was out of the door, he bumped into Mr. and Mrs. Delacour who were going upstairs with some 'sneaky'.

"Good morning, uncle and aunt."

Mr. Delacour's nose moved slightly, and a 'I'm relieved' expression appeared on his face, and he gave a thumbs up and whispered in Harry's ear, "Try to call me dad sooner, come on, I really want one"

"What are you talking about! Father! ”

There was the sound of a pillow slamming the door, although the physical fitness was average, but Furong's five senses were quite keen, whispering or something, there was no such thing at all.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Harry, who was a little overwhelmed, thumped his chest and stopped coughing, worthy of being the Flash who completed the love and flash marriage in an hour, and Qingqi's brain circuit made Harry bow down.

"I'm going to make breakfast, and I'm going to say goodbye."

Under the satisfied gaze of Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, Harry turned and went downstairs in a bit of embarrassment, and disappeared in a moment, while the kitchen on the first floor was filled with the sound of busyness.

The Christmas holidays seem to be a little different from now on.

(End of chapter)