A Hogwarts Love Game

The Delacour family lives in a double-floor house. Sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, you can see some things going on on the second floor. The sound insulation is not very good, so you can also hear some noises that should be hidden.

The banging sound of objects colliding faintly came from a room on the second floor.

Mrs. Delacour, who was talking to her friends in the living room, instinctively frowned, looking a little unhappy. However, a young woman with long black hair tied up sitting opposite her smiled gently when she saw this.

"It seems our little girl is still very grumpy."

"Sorry, Claire, she's probably too happy."

Mrs. Delacour said with a reluctant expression: "Fleur recently made a new friend with a humorous personality, who can always make her laugh."

"So those noises were?"

"Oh, it's Fleur who's banging the table. She always has a habit of banging the table while laughing. I have to say, this is a bad habit. It's a pity that she has reached an age where she is not very obedient."

The last words made Mrs. Delacour sigh in despair, as if she believed them to be true.

The black-haired young woman sitting across from him smiled noncommittally after hearing this, and stopped mentioning it. Instead, she raised her hand to point to a lady's cigarette that she had picked up from unknown time on her long fingers, "Introduction. do not mind?"

"I never knew you were so polite, Claire," Delacour said complainingly.

After a while, smoke filled the living room.

"Your book is well written."

A puff of smoke covered the young woman's face in the air, causing her to unconsciously narrow her narrow and charming eyes. While speaking, she tapped the book she had just placed on the table with her non-smoking hand. notes.

"The description of the Japanese Magical Institute is slightly lacking. It turns out that it is not a warm place."

"That's why I need you, Claire."

Mrs. Delacour answered with a smile, but then she changed the subject, "But what makes me curious now is that you were not in London or the UK during this period. Where were you? Did you go to New York to discuss business again?"

"No, I went to Brazil in South America."

"Brazil?"

"The Castrobushe School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in northern Brazil, to be precise."

Leaning on the sofa and smoking lazily, the young black-haired woman said helplessly: "There are a lot of mosquitoes there, and they seem to be used to the repellent spell... Can you imagine a witch who is bitten by mosquitoes and is covered in redness and swelling? ?”

Covered all over... Isn't this too scary?

Mrs. Delacour was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously glanced at her best friend with an inquiring gaze.

The other party was wearing a lace round-neck white shirt, with a tight thin belt connected between the upper body and pure black trousers. The style was pure and conservative. Apart from the beautiful face, only the limbs were exposed.

This didn't seem to show anything. At least, the skin of her forearms, which were exposed to the air because the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to her elbows, were very smooth, with no trace of redness or swelling at all.

However, the soft feet wearing open-toed high heels hidden under the shadow of the coffee table seem a bit dishonest. On the left foot, the round toes painted with ruby ​​red nail polish are slightly arched, constantly rubbing against the soles, as if they are taking advantage of this method. Relieve itching.

"If you want, Claire."

Those toes were so beautiful that Mrs. Delacour couldn't help but look at them a few more times, then said calmly: "You can use your hands. Of course, I actually recommend you to use healing spells."

"It's not necessary for now, Apolline. I think this feeling is a good thing for me now."

Saying this, the young woman couldn't help but shudder, "Well...if it didn't remind me at any time, I might have fallen asleep."

Her face was indeed exhausted at the moment, and she looked as if she had been jolted for a long time.

In fact, the young woman named Claire did just arrive here this morning, and the reason why she went to Brazil...

Mrs. Delacour hesitated, but finally asked hesitantly.

"Did you go to Castrobushe... to find her?"

"...That's right."

"That--"

"She no longer teaches there."

After saying this, the black-haired young woman sneered, "No one knows where she went. I think she wished she could disappear from everyone's sight to live up to her bad temper."

"So, what are you going to do with her?" Mrs. Delacour asked again, her expression looking a little worried, as if she was afraid that something would happen.

"I think I told you about this before I left for Brazil." The black-haired young woman replied.

These words made Mrs. Delacour sigh in relief, but then her expression became extremely strange.

"You mean the Muggle boy you wrote about in your letter?"

"Yes, but he is not healthy, Apolline,"

The young black-haired woman flicked the ashes of the cigarette in her hand and said casually, "I need to find a way to cure him."

This may seem like nothing at first, but Mrs. Delacour remained silent for a while after hearing the words. The expression on her face was very exciting, as if she had heard some news that people didn't know how to evaluate.

"So, you went to find that crazy woman... just to give you that, uh... let's treat her as your current boyfriend."

She hesitantly said: "In order to treat my current boyfriend's illness, would it be... wouldn't it be bad to go to my ex-girlfriend who is proficient in potions for help?"

"Nothing wrong."

The young woman called Claire said calmly: "She owes me this, and I need to get it back."

"..."

"Of course it's more than that, Apolline. She actually has some special research that's interesting, and I need to know about it."

"Another poison?"

"Maybe, maybe not... I'm not sure."

The young woman hesitated in a rare tone, "It's not easy to evaluate this before it's actually released."

"But the facts over the years have proven that there will be no other result in the end. She is just a lunatic, Claire. I don't think there will be any good results if you continue to have contact with her."

Mrs. Delacour said without interest, then turned her eyes and began to explore some things that she had been curious about for a long time.

"Speaking of which, regarding your little boyfriend, I think I need to be careful -"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of hard footsteps.

I couldn't help but raise my head and look through the loft space, and found that my daughter was walking out of her bedroom on the second floor with an angry face. Then she didn't see the two ladies in the living room below, and ran away minding her own business. He went to the bathroom and shut himself in with a bang.

The atmosphere in the living room fell silent for a moment. The two young women looked at each other, and the black-haired young woman named Claire chuckled.

"It seems like she's having trouble with that humorous new friend you mentioned."

The young woman's tone was teasing.

"It's not surprising, they always do this."

Mrs. Delacour replied slightly embarrassed, "Fleur often seems very angry, but this does not prevent her from communicating with her new friends every day. I think there is nothing wrong with this, it is better than the little guy wasting time every day." It’s better to look in the mirror and dress yourself up.”

"Indeed...what an enviable age."

The young woman squinted her eyes as she spoke, and her slender index finger with nails painted pearl black unconsciously tapped the coffee table, as if she was immersed in some emotion.

"So, is he an adult?" Mrs. Delacour on the side suddenly asked, as if she was about to make a surprise attack.

"No." The young woman's answer was straightforward.

"So how old is he?"

"For the sake of our friendship, Apolline, I'd better not say anything."

"Are you still under 14 years old?"

The black-haired young woman smiled gently and said nothing.

"I guess you must have picked up this fetish in Japan."

Mrs. Delacour thought she had guessed the truth, so she said angrily: "I always say that Japan is a very chaotic place, such as this kind of thing. If I remember correctly, the Muggles there like to read a book called What's the Name? The book of Monogatari...what is it called?"

"The Tale of Genji."

The young black-haired woman responded calmly.

She would not say that she was reading Lolita, and although this book was popular in the United States, it was first published in France, the land beneath her feet.

If you really want to say that, it will destroy the friendship.

"So you have a plan too?"

"Of course, how about a hero saving a beauty?"

The young woman smiled and said, "This routine has been happening frequently since BC. It's very vulgar, but it always works unexpectedly. I'm going to give it a try, and maybe I can capture that little man's heart."

"Are you the beauty?"

"How is that possible? Of course I am a hero."

"...So, are you ready?"

"Execution in progress."

The young woman said casually, "That's why I rushed back from Brazil."

"..."

"So why do you fall in love with a boy who is more than ten years younger than you?" Mrs. Delacour couldn't help but ask. This was a question that had been weighing on her heart for many days.

"Why not?" the young woman asked.

"But, between you..."

"Our original alchemy professor Nicol Flamel was born in 1330. Let me think about it, how old is he this year? 656 years old? Or 657 years old?"

"..."

"Look, in front of this kind of people, what does a short gap of ten or twenty years mean? If it is hindered by secular ethics, I can wait, and I can afford to wait."

"That's different, Claire, we're not the same as Professor Nico Flamel, who has so much—"

Seeing that her friend was smiling after hearing this, Mrs. Delacour suddenly stopped talking. Thinking that this friend in front of her seemed to have been studying alchemy since she was a student, she couldn't help but asked with some surprise, "Could it be that you ——”

Before she could fully ask her question, a loud banging sound appeared from the second floor again.

It was like the sound of the bathroom door being slammed shut again.

The two ladies in the living room on the first floor couldn't help but look at each other.

"Maybe you should think carefully about whether your judgment is correct, Apolline."

After stubbing out the lady's cigarette that she had only taken a few puffs on, the black-haired young woman pointedly said: "The girl doesn't look like she is simply losing her temper."

"It really doesn't look like it."

Mrs. Delacour frowned and said, after thinking for a while, she said lamely: "I think about it, she must be worried about what gift to give to that friend on Children's Day. You know Claire, she gets worried whenever she has something on her mind. He would ignore his surroundings and once even accidentally hit his head on the toilet seat."

"Children's Day gift..."

The young woman was speechless when she heard this, "There are still many days until Children's Day, Apollin, are you sure this is an issue that needs to be considered now?"

She felt that her best friend was overly protective of her daughter's ladylike image and could even tell such lies.

"It must be true, she's been talking about Children's Day lately."

Mrs. Delacour seemed to answer with certainty: "You know, before this, she had never given any gifts to friends other than her family, so it is normal to get anxious a little early."

Black-haired young woman: "..."