I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 545 Guests Arrive

"Idiot!" Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron, "Clean up! Clean up!"

She said, "I have to get the garden spruced up."

"Oh, by the way—you have to put on makeup and look different." She changed her expression to a serious one, "to attend the wedding."

"Makeup?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!" Seeing Harry's puzzled look, she added, "There are no Death Eaters in our family, but we can't guarantee that they won't leak the news after drinking champagne."

Hearing this, Harry thought of Hagrid.

"Okay, is it Polyjuice Potion again?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Ginny asked.

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Well, Harry had to admit that Polyjuice Potion was indeed the safest solution.

Although he would rather use the Disillusionment Charm.

"Okay, so when is the wedding?"

"Number 30," said Ginny.

"Number ?"

"Dumbledore set the date. He and Dad discussed it several months ago."

"?" Ginny's words left everyone present a little confused, "Why would Professor Dumbledore be involved in such a thing?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"That's it..." Harry nodded, "Shouldn't this kind of thing be decided by your parents and Fleur's parents?"

"Merlin knows!" Ginny said, "Whatever, we have to get married no matter what day it is."

"The 30th? I remember Harry's birthday is the 31st. Ron told us to stay at the Burrow for one more day to attend the wedding. I thought they were going to have the wedding on August 1st," Hermione added, frowning slightly. She suddenly had a hunch that Dumbledore would never get involved in such a thing. After all, it was someone else's family affair - could it be that he had some plans?

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but look at Owen.

"Owen, do you know why?"

"Me?" Owen shook his head. "Perhaps it was a false news released by Dumbledore? If we hold the wedding with great fanfare, it might attract the snooping of Death Eaters? So they announced August 1st, but it was actually two days earlier?"

"Is that so?" Hermione thought about it. This was indeed a reasonable explanation - but she still found it strange, because Moody, Kingsley, and even Mr. Arthur himself could think of such a thing, so why let Dumbledore get involved?

"Okay, this isn't an important question at all. We should go get ready." Ginny waved her hand, "Mom is still waiting."

Several people stood up and hurried through the door.

They arrived at the Burrow in the blink of an eye.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley sat in a chair, holding a long roll of parchment in her hands.

When she saw them, she quickly greeted them.

"Oh - you are here." She looked very happy, but there was a trace of worry between her brows.

These days, she always complains about being too anxious, too anxious.

Holding a wedding at the Burrow was not a good idea.

She had said more than once that she hoped to find a Muggle cathedral - that way it would look more formal.

After all, Fleur's Delacour family is a famous family in France, and she doesn't want the wedding to look too shabby.

Although Furong herself didn't care.

Of course, Ginny had told them the real reason privately. Mrs. Weasley seemed to think that most French people were a bit mean. She didn't know which magazine this discrimination came from, but she did think so in her heart.

"Have you had breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern.

"I've eaten, Mum!" said Ron. "Just tell me what it is."

"Well—" She glanced at the long piece of parchment in her hand, "Ron, clean the house."

"Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur clean the chicken coop. Owen, can you go to the warehouse? Arthur put too many Muggle things in there; Hermione, please change the sheets for Mr. and Mrs. Delacour. You know they will be here at eleven tomorrow morning."

As a result, Owen went to take a look.

Mr. Arthur had no intention of asking him for help; he was studying Sirius's motorcycle.

I guess I want to understand the function of brake pads.

After all, this thing is flying in the sky, so brake pads are naturally useless, so he has never figured out the function of this thing.

He watched from the side for a long time and gave some guidance.

He certainly didn't know anything about mechanics, but he certainly knew a little more than Mr. Arthur.

For the next few hours, they each did their job.

Owen, on the other hand, had some free time.

Mr. Arthur promised Mrs. Weasley that he would remove all the clutter from the garage by today and would never let any of their guests think they were slovenly.

Afterwards, Owen went to the vicinity of the Burrow and cast several ancient protective spells using ancient magic as a source.

Maybe it's of no use, but it's some consolation.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Weasley was finally busy when she had an idea and remembered that there seemed to be a Hufflepuff among them.

She always hangs out with Harry and the others, and she forgets that Owen is actually a Hufflepuff.

Then, she solemnly gave Owen a task, hoping that he could find some magical plants and plant them in the garden and the open space next to the Burrow.

Eleven o'clock the next morning.

The Delacour family of three arrived.

The little wizards were dressed in respectable clothes and lined up in the yard early in the morning to greet the guests in the sunshine.

Harry had never seen the yard look so tidy. Gone were the rusty cauldrons and old wellies that usually littered the back steps, replaced by two new vibrato trees in large pots, one on either side of the door.

Although there was no wind, the leaves were dancing lazily, creating a charming, rippling effect. The chickens were locked up, the yard was swept, and the nearby garden was trimmed and spruced up. Harry still liked the way it was growing wildly, though, and felt that it was less lush than usual.

The jumping goblins looked strangely deserted. He could no longer figure out how many safety spells the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic had cast on the Burrow. He only knew that no one could come here directly with magic.

So Mr. Weasley went to the top of a nearby hill to meet the Delacours, who had arrived there by portkey. When the guests arrived, the first thing that was heard was a high, abnormal laugh, which turned out to be from Mr. Weasley.

A moment later he appeared at the door, carrying a heavy baggage and leading a beautiful blonde woman in a leaf-green gown, who was undoubtedly Fleur's mother.

"Mum!" Fleur yelled, rushing to hug her. "Dad!"

Mr. Delacour was not nearly as charming as his wife. He was a head shorter than his wife, stout and had a pointed black mustache. However, he seemed to have a good temper.

He walked quickly up to Mrs. Weasley in his high-heeled boots and kissed her twice on both cheeks. Mrs. Weasley was flattered.

"Thank you so much for your help," he said in a low voice. "Fleur told us that you have been working very hard."

"Oh, that's nothing, nothing," said Mrs. Weasley in a trembling voice, "no trouble at all!

"My dear madam!" said Mr. Delacour, smiling broadly, and holding Mrs. Weasley's hand with his chubby hands. "We are so honored to see our two families come together! Allow me to introduce my wife, Apolline."

Mrs. Delacour walked up lightly and leaned over to kiss Mrs. Weasley as well.

"Charming--" said Lady Delacour in French.

Then, switching back to unfamiliar English, “What an interesting story your husband told us!”

Mr. Weasley gave him a nervous laugh, and Mrs. Weasley gave him a sidelong glance, and he immediately fell silent, with an expression on his face as if he were sitting beside a friend's bed.

The two families were not strangers. In fact, they had met each other during the most severe period in the wizarding world last year when France was in turmoil.

Fleur's sister Gabrielle even lived in the hut for several months.

This is also the reason why Furong brought her sister here early.

However - I know him, but the contact is not long.

Lady Delacour was somewhat surprised by Mr. Arthur's reaction.

Because he was calmer than he thought.

Their mother, Lady Delacour, had a stronger Veela bloodline than Fleur and her sister.

Her mother was a Veela after all.

Even though this lady has tried her best to conceal her uncontrollable charm, ordinary wizards can still be easily "bewitched" by her.

In fact, no one present behaved impolitely, everything was normal, as if her charm did not exist.

This made Lady Delacour curious.

"Needless to say, you have already met my little daughter Gabrielle." Mr. Delacour waved his hand, and a girl who looked like a miniature replica of Fleur ran over. She was eleven years old, with waist-length pure silver hair braided into a braid.

If you look closely, you will find that Gabrielle's braiding technique is very familiar, as if you have seen it on someone else.

Yes - it was Hermione.

During the days at the Burrow, she had been staying with Gabrielle. Originally, Ginny was responsible for taking care of her, but after Harry returned to the Burrow, Ginny was completely unable to spare the energy to take care of her.

After the greetings, everyone entered the Burrow in laughter.

Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically introduced everything about the Burrow to Mr. and Mrs. Delacour.

Sometimes the English she spoke was not really understood by the other party. Fleur was preparing a dress, and Gabrielle's English was also halting, so they had to ask Hermione to come and act as a translator.

But after seeing Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour seemed very excited.

I kept repeating a word.

Then they chattered a lot, all in French.

No one else understands.

"Owen--" Harry turned his head and asked Owen, who was at the end of the crowd.

"Well - it's just that I met a princess for the first time in my life. The British royal family was very interested, and there were some respectful words!"

Speaking of this, Owen suddenly realized that if he really married Miss Granger, the wedding could not be held casually. The princess had her own etiquette, and this matter had to be discussed with Buckingham Palace.

——As they spoke, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour suddenly turned their attention to Owen.

The boy who also had long silver hair immediately caught Lady Delacour's attention.

Because she felt a similar aura in Owen.

A Veela-like aura.

"Hello!" (French.) Mrs. Delacour walked over. Her husband was chatting happily with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione was beside them.

"Hello--" Owen responded. He knew the reason why Lady Delacour came, so he responded in advance, "There should be no Veela blood in our family."

Maybe there is - after all, his mother's bloodline is very complex, and his grandmother seems to want to implant the blood of magical animals into the human body, and ancient magic just happens to have this ability.

"You speak French very well. I'm a little curious where did you learn it?"

"Is it possible that I'm French?" Owen said briefly.

"You are French?" Lady Delacour was a little surprised. "Oh! I remembered you - Fleur mentioned you. I also saw you in the newspaper - Owen, right? You are from the Rosier family."

"Well—Wenda Rosier is my grandmother."

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After saying Wenda's name again, Lady Delacour's face became stiff at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the smile disappeared, replaced by a kind of fear.

Owen sighed, feeling that her grandmother was really notorious.

Even a French wizard like Lady Delacour, who was several generations younger than her, would still be deeply afraid of her.

"She's reformed," said Owen. "At least—for now."

"I" Lady Delacour forced a smile, "I'm just a little surprised that you are the one."

To be honest, Wenda Rosier's reputation has improved greatly in recent years, mainly because of the Rosier Hospital for Magical Invalids in Paris, which has treated patients and saved countless lives.

In the past, when the French mentioned her, they would only curse her as a "running dog" and an evil dark wizard. They would never want to continue the conversation like they are now.

Originally, Lady Delacour was very interested in this young man who also had silver hair and wanted to know more about him. However, after learning about his relationship with Wenda, she no longer had the desire to chat with him.

She smiled politely, said goodbye to Owen, and returned to her husband.

Although Harry and Ginny were confused by Mrs. Delacour's behavior, they more or less knew some rumors about Wenda.

And they are British. Some questions are difficult to answer.

So the two of them didn't ask anything.

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Mr. and Mrs. Delacour were pleasant guests and very helpful.

They were very happy with everything and actively helped to prepare for the wedding.

From the seating arrangements to the bridesmaids' shoes, Mr. Delacour said everything was "so cute!"

He was not at all picky and raised no objections, which pleased Mrs. Weasley beyond imagination.

Mrs. Delacour was a real master at household spells, and she had the oven clean in no time, greatly easing everyone's workload.