Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 205 Christmas Love
When you open your eyes, what you see is not the sky full of stars. The bright sunlight has already dispelled the curtain of the night, and the flying white snow has blurred the vision from afar, turning the rising sun into a soft golden light.

There was only a deep pit left on the soft cushion of the viewing platform. The slight itching from the tip of his nose caused Harry to open his eyes in a daze, and a familiar fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, dispelling the last trace of it in an instant. Leftover drowsiness.

"Good morning."

Harry stretched himself, and Fleur, who lay on his chest and woke him up with a strand of hair, was like a naughty kitten. After suppressing herself for two years, Fleur, who finally had a chance to breathe freely, showed up. A completely different side from before.

"I didn't snore at night, did I? Did it disturb you?"

Under normal circumstances, Harry is always the first person to wake up, whether at home or at school, he is used to leaving the warm bed to start a new day when the sun is out, and now, he wakes up more than usual Much later.

"No." Fu Rong shook her head slightly, "It's just that the pillow is too hard."

"Then you go catch up on sleep later?" Harry glanced at his big arms and shook his head helplessly, "Otherwise I will learn yoga later, I heard that practicing that can make people fold themselves up, This can be regarded as a combination of rigidity and softness."

"But even if stones can be stacked, it's still a stone house."

Fleur, who was dangling her feet, propped up her upper body, and then a light more dazzling than the sun shone in front of Harry.

"But it will make your stay more comfortable, won't it?"

Harry stared straight into the abyss. He didn't even know when Fleur changed into her nightgown. Last night was probably the deepest sleep in his life. Although Fleur's irresistible charm had little effect on him Small, but it has an unexpected sleep-promoting effect.

Harry only remembered that the two of them looked at the stars and chatted, and when they chatted, they became sleepy, and when they opened their eyes, it became day.

"In Hogwarts, you don't make girls happy, do you?" This answer made Fu Rong feel very comfortable, and she couldn't help but think a little more, and she spoke a little sourly.

"Hey, don't tell me, I'm very popular at Hogwarts, a sack of small notes and love letters, leading the way in grades, caring professors in every possible way, shocking the audience in sports, rich in pockets , of course, the most important point is that I am a handsome and handsome guy."

With an exaggerated and narcissistic tone, Harry asked Fleur to hammer his chest hard. Although this girl is weak and weak and less than three catties, in fact, Fleur is stronger than ordinary grown men.

Her current state is actually a bit similar to Hagrid. The bloodline of magical creatures and the bloodline of wizards have been sublimated in the body. Hagrid's physique, strength, and talent are many times higher than those of normal half-blood giants. Hagrid, who has the advantages of wizard and giant bloodlines, is completely able to hang up and beat those stupid big guys when facing giants. The slightly inferior strength is exchanged for all-round surpassing in other aspects, and this is the case with Fleur.

However, Veela has never ordered any skill points related to body strengthening. Of course, Furong does not have any very powerful physique, but after all, it combines all the advantages of magical creatures. Compared with wizards, her own quality is higher. More than one line.

"It hurts~~~"

This was more than a line of physical fitness higher than ordinary wizards, and it was of no use when meeting Harry.

"puff"

Harry tried very hard to control himself not to laugh out loud, but he still accidentally let out a little laughter, after all, the aggrieved look of biting his lip was too cute and too foul.

Fleur, who muttered in her heart that "men are all big trotters", gave Harry a vicious look, but the eyes that she thought were very lethal looked more like coquettishness. It was like meeting someone in the wild in winter. A lemming, even if the little guy has tried his best to tell the tall adult that he is not easy to mess with, but in the adult's heart, it will only flash "This little guy is so cute, the old man's girlish heart. I really miss rua ~~~'

So Furong was lightly rua rua's aggrieved little face, it was smooth, elastic and tender, and it felt great.

The humming nasal voice seems to indicate that she enjoys this kind of touch. Fleur, who had to wrap herself up before, has been staying in the corner alone. Even her closest sister, Gabriel, can’t do anything about it. Touching her fingertips, the slight tingling similar to electric shock softened the body of the lazy kitten in the morning.

"To be honest, I still feel that I am dreaming. If so, I hope this dream can last longer."

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

Fleur leaned down and rested her head on Harry's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

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

"You think beautiful."

Fu Rong rolled her eyes, her slightly pursed lips concealed a hint of a smile.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Soymilk fried dough sticks Xiaolongbao, steamed dumpling and horseshoe cake with rice rolls."

"What is that, I have never heard of it."

"It's okay, I will."

With one hand on the ground and one arm around his waist, Harry hugged Furong and stood up, saying goodbye to Nuan Nuan Nest completely, and got up refreshed.

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

"By the way, you can also think about how you should tell your uncles and aunts about us later."

Harry pointed to the wooden door leading down from the viewing platform, and he heard the sound of someone stepping on the steps. As expected, it was Fleur's parents.

Fu Rong, who was immediately satisfied, had a blush on her face, but soon she calmed down, and muttered softly, "Why didn't you think about it?"

"Because I have a thick skin."

Harry caught the pillow thrown by Fleur, and then put it on the shelf at the door. As soon as he went out, he bumped into Mr. and Mrs. Delacour who were a little 'sneaky' upstairs.

"Uncle and aunt, good morning."

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

"What are you talking about! Dad!"

There was the sound of a pillow smashing on the door. Although her physical fitness was average, Fu Rong's five senses were quite keen, and there was no such thing as whispering.

"cough cough"

A little overwhelmed, Harry beat his chest to stop his coughing. As expected of the Flash who had a flash marriage in an hour, Harry was overwhelmed by his strange brain circuit.

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

Under the satisfied gaze of Mr. Delacour and Mrs. Delacour, Harry turned around and went downstairs in some embarrassment, and disappeared without a trace in a moment, while there were busy sounds from the kitchen on the first floor.

The Christmas holiday seems to be a little different from now on.

(End of this chapter)