Chapter 202: Look at Conscience?
"Gabrielle, isn't Disneyland great?"
Mr. Delacour sat on his lap with his little daughter, holding a Disneyland tour book in one hand, and was introducing Gabrielle to the entertainments that sounded very interesting.
"Uh-huh!"
"Then do you want to play with your mom and dad?"
"Okay," Gabrielle, who cheered, suddenly paused, "What about my sister?" Isn't my sister going? ”
"Sister has more important things to do, Gabrielle, you don't want to see your sister alone, she can't get married when she's seventy or eighty years old, right?"
"Smack!"
A piece of water chestnut cake hit Mr. Delacour's forehead with precision, and more than ten meters away, Fleur, who was enjoying a hearty breakfast, pretended nothing had happened, and she wrapped herself tightly, revealing a pair of eyes.
Mr. Delacour, who seemed to be accustomed to all this, did not have the slightest embarrassment on his face, but happily pulled off the horseshoe cake attached to his forehead, and put it into his mouth to enjoy the taste, the entrance was sweet, soft, smooth, refreshing, and tough The horseshoe cake he had eaten for the first time, flew out so far and did not smash it on his forehead, and Hibiscus's throwing technique was also quite good, and it was estimated that he had not practiced less.
Although she was young, Gabrielle had already begun to be sensible, she blinked her eyes and looked back and forth, and then suddenly bit her finger and nodded obediently.
"Let Mom take you to buy a princess dress first, our cutest Gabrielle must be the most popular little princess."
"Dad is the best~"
Mr. Delacour looked at his little daughter in his arms with a happy face, and his heart was very satisfied.
Since there is a little daughter who can hurt, the eldest daughter doesn't care, after breakfast, the family of three happily said goodbye to everyone, and then disappeared into the tent in a flash.
Uncle Vernon had been so drunk last night that he was still in a hangover state, and as soon as he finished breakfast, Dudley was busy going out, and he made an appointment with a serious instructor for ski lessons, and after escaping from his old father's clutches, he was confident that he would learn how to ski today, instead of wrestling until his ass was numb like yesterday.
Aunt Penny was a little surprised to learn that Harry and Fleur were going to leave them to play on their own, and she quietly stuffed Harry with a stack of pocket money, revealing an aunt smile.
Packing the tent, checking out of the hotel, and leaving a few spare bottles of refining and refreshing potions for his aunt and uncle, Harry, who was carrying a dragon skin bag, happily took Fleur's hand and came to the top of Jungfraujoch with his skis in his hands.
As two good skiers, not ordinary people, the first stop of the Christmas holiday, it must be fun to experience the most exciting downhill wild skiing of Jungfraujoch.
It has to be mentioned that the two of them do have some wonderful understanding of certain hobbies, Harry likes extreme sports because he wants to seek pleasant thrills, and Fleur simply because he doesn't have to wrap himself tightly in the middle of nowhere.
The flying silver hair broke free again after being away from the crowd, the howling cold wind did not bring them uncomfortable cold, and the two of them, wearing only summer cool suits, stepped on the snowboard, whistling through the complex and changeable steep snow slopes, this unrestrained happiness made the relationship between the two quickly warm up.
Leaping down from the Jungfraujoch, they leaped into the unexplored mountain springs of Leukerbad, and in the blink of an eye they walked through the Vatican's Christian City, watching the priest give a blessing to the newlyweds, leaving their footprints beside the stone pillars of the Acropolis that have stood for thousands of years, and after getting tired of the winter scenery, a sand-built castle appeared on a small island with golden sand, and the girl who was more dazzling than the sun lay lazily on the chaise longue, The teenager who came out of the sea with a tuna on his shoulders showed off his bountiful booty.
When enjoying happiness, time always flies, and in the blink of an eye, the seemingly long Christmas holiday has come to an end in a hurry.
Beauxbatons had one more day of holiday than Hogwarts, and at the end of the day, they returned to England, with a small bonfire on the shores of the never-frozen Loch Ness, and a starry sky, as if they had gone back to the night of their first meeting.
"I'll come to you during the summer vacation."
"Hawaii for the holidays?"
"Go to the beach in the summer" Fleur turned her head to glance at Harry, "Does my swimsuit look good?" ”
"I just want to help you apply sunscreen, nothing else."
An inflatable hammer bought at a roadside stall knocked Harry on the head, "Boys are really. ”
"No, no, no, I'm different, I believe in love at first sight, obviously, I'm afraid I'll never see anyone else in the future." Harry grinned and turned his head, "You're responsible for me." ”
"Interested?" The small hammer in Fleur's hand kept falling.
"The point is love at first sight, okay?"
Harry, who was quite nimble in dodging, was stunned that he was not hit, and was so angry that Fleur pounced on him with teeth and claws, and rode on his waist to achieve a 100% critical hit.
"Hogwarts started experimenting with student exchange this year." Harry, who was beaten by the hammer and covered his face with his head in his face, quickly opened the topic, "Although it is said that only fourth-year students can sign up, but I am in the third grade next year, so it should be okay to skip a grade." ”
"Then you can come to Beauxbatons?!" Fleur, who was immediately smiling, threw the little hammer aside, sat down cross-legged on top of Harry, and after seeing Harry knock out the horsehead and mertail monster with his bare hands and bring him back to eat, Fleur never had the idea of crushing him again, and the Meat Cushion Man took a lot of the work of the chair and carpet.
"I should go to Durmstrang, after all, I have promised Professor Grindelwald to transfer, this time it is a stepping point." Harry winked at Fleur, "There's an enchanted forest there's bigger than the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, and I'm going to build a wooden house by the waterfall." ”
"And then?" Fleur was a little disappointed when she heard that Harry wasn't going to Beauxbatons, but the latter half of the sentence made her ask with some curiosity.
"Then you can hide the little girl inside, and live without shame, how can you still bite people!"
"I'm angry, the kind that can't be coaxed."
Fleur twisted her body with a pouting mouth, and finally turned her back directly to Harry, revealing a 'I'm so angry' back.
"I can hide you in there."
"Madame Maxim will grab you and drag you around Beauxbatons a hundred times on the ground with a runehorse."
Despite the scary words, the back of the 'I'm so angry' lay down, and Harry grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind her head.
"Don't be afraid, when the time comes, Madame Maxim won't have time to care about me, I'll introduce her to a partner, so that she will also be addicted to love and can't extricate herself."
"That friend of yours, Hagrid?" Fleur had heard Harry mention Hagrid several times, and as a mentor and friend, Harry had great respect for Hagrid's personal prowess.
"If there's anyone among the half-blood giants who is a prince, it's Hagrid."
"But don't mention it in front of Madame Maxim, she doesn't like it when people say she's a half-blood giant, and I've only told you about it."
Fleur gave Harry a shot and told him seriously.
"I'll get Hagrid to pay attention, Hagrid is a bit stupid, I thank you for him."
"Hmph~"
"I'll talk to Lady Maxim when I go back to school, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang also have exchange student activities, in fact, in addition to Hogwarts, many schools of witchcraft and wizardry have some connections, if it weren't for my inconvenience, I would like to go to Cordos Dorez to see, I heard that you can see a beautiful aurora there."
"So, I can't stay at Hogwarts, and if Professor Grindelwald hadn't come to Hogwarts for a year, I wouldn't even know what the real wizarding world is like."
Harry said with emotion, in the wizarding world of England where information is closed, there are too few channels to understand the outside world, and before he leaves Hogwarts, if there is no other opportunity, Harry may not be able to realize the fact that he has been trapped.
The Ministry of Magic in England doesn't do anything! It would have fallen sooner.
After a moment of silence, Fleur rolled over and leaned on Harry's chest as he whispered, "You're going back tomorrow, and the next time we see each other will be half a year later." ”
"I'll write to you, but unfortunately Hogwarts doesn't have access to the magic network, and England doesn't have either, otherwise we can talk about video calls."
"What, reluctantly?"
"I just don't want to wear a hat and a mask all the time." Fleur said a little listlessly, "It's also with you, I can take those things off with confidence." ”
"Maybe in two years you'll be able to control this power."
Harry stretched out his hand and stirred Fleur's overflowing magical magnetic field, the magic strength of this magnetic field is not at all the level that normal wizards can touch, Fleur's magic is stronger than ordinary wizards, although it has not completed the qualitative change, but it has formed a certain level of suppression, and the slightly weaker anti-phantom transformation spell can't even trap her, just like goblins and elves, and the wizard's light blue magic is the bottom of the magical creatures.
"Perhaps, Madame Maxim guesses, I may be able to rein in this power when I reach adulthood at the age of seventeen, but I only feel it growing stronger now, and it has not stopped."
"I'm very happy to meet you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to communicate with people normally for four or five years, and it would be too uncomfortable."
"If it's uncomfortable, don't mention it."
Harry reached out and stroked her long silky hair, "Let's go back to the house, it's almost twelve o'clock, take a bath and go to bed, tomorrow I'll take you to eat the darkest cuisine in England, look up at the stars, come here, you have to taste the local specialties." ”
"Looking up at the stars? The name sounds like a good one. ”
"It's just a blind fish head scone, which will definitely make you remember it vividly."
"Huh?"
Fleur, who was a little skeptical of life, was holding hands in a daze, and in the luxurious bathroom on the second floor of the tent, there were many colorful bubbles floating on the water.
"Who's going to take a bath with you! I take it off myself, I'm not allowed to look at it, hum ╭ (╯^╰) ╮. ”
"What about your conscience in a bathing suit?"
"Here it is."
"And look at the conscience?"
"Think beautifully, Xiuxiu~"
"Wow, you're so naïve, when did you buy the water gun, it's only played by children, give me a play, boys will always be eight years old."
"Xiuxiu~ Eight-year-old naïve ghost, where are you running!"
(End of chapter)