Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

A lively barbecue dinner was enjoyed by both the guests and the host. However, Fleur was a little strange at the dinner. This was not because of what Mr. Delacour and Harry said before the start, but because she didn't even think about it during the meal. She took off the mask that covered her face and tied a silk scarf across the bridge of her nose, covering two-thirds of her face. Even her hair was wrapped in a scarf so that it was not exposed.

Mr. Delacour and Uncle Vernon, who were extremely drunk, were carried to the room one by one by Harry. Dudley, who also drank a glass of Ogden aged fire whiskey tonight, fell down in a daze. On the bed, the sleepy Gabriel was carried back by Mrs. Delacour, and it was left to Harry and Fleur to clean up the mess.

But this was just a matter of a few small magic tricks. Fleur also mastered the spell to automatically wash the dishes. The dishes that flew into the sink one after another were quickly washed with a brush, and soon they were piled on the shelf beside them waiting to be dried.

"I'm telling you a joke."

After finishing cleaning up, Fleur said to Harry apologetically, "My father can be a bit careless sometimes. It only took less than an hour for him and my mother to go from meeting to getting married. Maybe for someone like him, , the thoughts in his mind are different from those of normal people."

Speaking of this, Furong showed a hint of helplessness on her face.

"How could it be, but it is indeed a blessing to meet you and Gabrielle on vacation."

"I bet Dudley will brag about the two incredibly beautiful girls he met during the Christmas holidays when he goes back to school. He can brag about it for a year without getting tired of it."

Harry glanced at Fleur and saw that her eyebrows were curved and she seemed to be smiling.

"Actually, I don't object." Fleur suddenly said.

"What?"

"I can't take off the mask. The best option is to wrap me up tightly, like a mummy. This is actually the best way for everyone."

"Because just one look at you will make you so fascinated that you can't look away?"

"It's even worse than this, and it's going to get worse."

Fleur made a gesture and pointed to the upper level of the tent. They stepped on the spiral staircase that automatically rose to the observation deck on the top floor. This tent was originally set up in a hotel room. Although one side had a floor-to-ceiling window facing the balcony, it was Here, you can look up and see the pure night sky of the Alps, dotted with stars. It is a rare sunny day tonight.

There are soft cushions that allow people to completely sink their bodies into them, and the substantial wrapping feeling is extremely relaxing.

"Very few people can control themselves when looking at me. When I was a child, this was not very obvious. But now, except for my parents, family, and Mrs. Maxim, other people will not be affected. I can’t even look at each other.”

Fleur stared into Harry's calm eyes with a hint of relaxed joy.

"But this is limited to eye contact." She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand, and the gorgeous silver hair wrapped in the scarf poured down like a waterfall, as if the stars in the sky were gathering at this moment, surrounding Beside her, Hibiscus was glowing, and her hair exuded a faint silver-white shimmer visible to the naked eye.

"It's so beautiful." Harry couldn't help but sigh. This hair, which was smoother and more delicate than fine silk, definitely couldn't be washed out with Rejoice, but it could indeed make people's hearts flutter.

"Finally I don't have to wrap my hair anymore. This feeling is actually quite uncomfortable, but I have to do it." Seeing that Harry still didn't have any overreaction, Fleur was obviously happier. She combed her hair with an ivory comb. The faint silver light shines brighter and brighter at this moment.

The magic power emanating from her body fluctuated more and more, and even formed a fluctuating magic magnetic field around her body. Harry had never seen this kind of magic power overflowing from any wizard, and Fleur herself The magic power is not the light blue of ordinary wizards, but silver that is close to the hair color, but it is very different from the magic power of the awakened person.

"My grandmother is an elf from Velebit, that is, a Veela. However, there are very, very few Veela who can adapt to life in the wizarding world and truly integrate into it, because the vast majority of Veela will become... Her appearance is completely different from her beautiful appearance. She has scaly wings and a head with a sharp beak. It looks extremely ugly. But unfortunately, Veela is sensitive and sharp, and has great emotional fluctuations. The life of a wizard The world is a little too exciting for them.”

"But there are always some special beings who can overcome these shortcomings. For example, my grandmother. In my eyes, she is the most gentle and beautiful woman in the world."

"Prettier than you?" Harry put his hands under the back of his head and looked up at the star-studded sky.

"No, I'm more beautiful." Fleur replied playfully, "Grandma said so."

"Although I am only a quarter of Veela blood, I have been different from the rest of my family since I was a child. When I was thirteen years old, if I took off my mask, even if the person standing in front of me was a pure Veela , will also fall into a drunken addiction just because of seeing me.”

"If it were an ordinary wizard or an ordinary person," Fleur's voice was slightly lowered, "because of an accident, someone pulled off my mask, so he was forced to undergo deep memory modification, and his memory was erased for a month. , and now, I have a stronger charm than when I was thirteen years old, a fatal charm."

Fleur turned her head and met Harry's eyes.

"This is not a lucky thing. I don't know how long this change will last. If possible, I would rather not have this cursed charm."

"When did being pretty become a sin?"

Harry straightened up and sat upright in front of Fleur. The height difference between the two of them was about 20 centimeters. Girls grow and develop earlier. At the age of fifteen, she was almost 1.78 meters tall, so she was shorter. With a sharp head, the look at each other at this moment made Furong raise her chin slightly.

"You just haven't waited for someone who can appreciate this beauty."

"But it's very dangerous."

"If there's nothing more dangerous than wrestling a fire dragon, then I want to see it."

"Don't tell me you're actually a half-giant?" Fleur chuckled. She knew something about Harry. Harry's parents died at the hands of Voldemort, giving birth to the legend of the Boy Who Lived. This There is nothing related to giants in it.

"I actually know a hybrid giant who can wrestle with a fire dragon, Rubeus Hagrid. He is my good friend and my good teacher. To be honest, I have never had the idea of ​​comparing my strength with him."

"But, is it okay?"

Under the gaze of those clear green eyes, the girl who seemed a little shy nodded slightly. She wanted to close her eyes, but for some reason, she puffed out her chest, as if to encourage herself.

Fleur even held her wand in her hand, with her index finger on the trigger, ready to give Harry a moment of oblivion.

She was even more nervous than Harry, and her palms were sweating slightly.

The corner of the mask was gently pulled, and the silk mask slipped from the bridge of the nose little by little. It was a beautiful mountain ridge bathed in silver under the full moon. After crossing the highest point, the shallow edge of the valley lit up with a hint of light. The rose-red skyline blurred to the side, outlining a raised lip corner, and the white teeth bit her lower lip. It was a small movement of a girl when she was nervous. She was looking forward to it, and she was looking forward to it with trepidation in her heart.

The observation deck on the top floor was silent, with only the subtle heartbeat beating. They were two completely different frequencies, but at this moment, as the rhythm continued to accelerate, they seemed to have found a matching frequency, and the fine snow was blown by Outside the window, the night wind was bone-chillingly cold, but in this quiet room, the air was gradually warming up.

There was a hint of mistiness in the two pairs of eyes, one green and one blue, like being tipsy after drinking, especially intoxicating.

‘It’s sweet. ’

A thought flashed through Harry's mind, and he subconsciously licked it. At this moment, both pairs of eyes woke up at the same time, and they shrank back like lightning.

After a moment of silence.

"Sorry. Uh. Or. Thank you?"

Some of the embarrassed teenagers were at a loss, but the girl opposite her raised her lips, and her bright smile brought this cold winter to spring.

"You're welcome."

She said quietly, with a hint of joy.

"I almost forgot all about you."

"Then that's got to be the worst news I've heard today."

"Then what else? Do it again?"

"Okay."

‘Yeah, it’s sweet. ’

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It’s already two hundred chapters, so it’s almost time.