Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the sky full of stars. The bright sunlight had already dispersed the curtain of darkness. The flying white snow blurred my distant vision, and dimmed the rising sun into a soft golden light.

There was only a deep dent left on the soft cushions of the observation deck. The gentle itching from the tip of his nose made Harry drowsily open his eyes. A familiar aroma penetrated his nostrils, and the last trace of it was instantly dissipated. Remaining sleepiness.

"Good morning."

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

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

Under normal circumstances, Harry is always the first one to wake up, whether at home or at school. He is used to leaving the warm bed when the morning sun emerges to start a new busy day, but now, he wants to get up more than usual. Much later.

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

"Then you're going to catch up on some sleep later?" Harry glanced at his big arms and shook his head helplessly, "Or I'll learn yoga later. I heard that practicing that can make people stack themselves up. This can be considered a combination of strength and softness."

"But even if the stones can be stacked, it is still a stone house."

Fleur, who was swaying on her feet, raised her upper body, and then a light more dazzling than the sun shone in front of Harry.

"But it makes your stay more comfortable, doesn't it?"

Harry stared into the abyss with his eyes a little straight. He didn't even know when Fleur had put on her nightgown. Last night was probably the deepest sleep he had ever had in his life. Although Fleur's irresistible charm had a great effect on him. It's tiny, but it has an unexpected sleep-aiding effect.

Harry only remembered the two of them looking at the stars and chatting. As they chatted, they felt sleepy and it was daytime when they opened their eyes.

"You don't have to make girls happy in Hogwarts, right?" This answer made Fleur feel very comfortable and made her think a little more. She said slightly sourly.

"Hey, don't tell me, I'm very popular at Hogwarts. I have a sack full of small notes and love letters. I'm top-notch in grades. My professors love me in every possible way. I'm shocking everyone with my sports. I'm rich in my pocket." , of course, the most important thing is that I am a handsome and handsome guy."

Harry had an exaggerated and narcissistic tone and asked Fleur to hammer his chest hard. Although this girl was weak and weak, with a strength of less than three pounds, in fact, Fleur was stronger than an ordinary adult man.

Her current state is actually a bit similar to Hagrid. The bloodline of magical creatures and the bloodline of wizards have completed a sublime blend in her body. Hagrid's physique, strength, and talent are many times higher than that of a normal hybrid giant. Taken together Hagrid, who has the advantage of being a wizard and a giant, is completely capable of hoisting up and beating those stupid giants when facing giants. The slight disadvantage in strength is exchanged for all-round transcendence in other aspects, and the same is true for Fleur.

However, the Veela has not clicked any skill points related to physical strengthening. Of course, Fleur does not have a very powerful physique, but after all, it combines all the advantages of magical creatures. Her own quality is higher than that of wizards. More than one line.

"It hurts~~~"

This physical quality, which was much higher than that of ordinary wizards, was of no use when meeting Harry.

"puff"

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

Fleur, who was thinking something like 'men are all big pig hooves', glared at Harry fiercely, but the look she thought was very lethal looked more like coquettishness, like meeting a man in the wild in winter. Just a lemming, even if the little guy has tried his best to tell the tall adult that he is not easy to mess with, in the adult's heart, only "This little guy is so cute, I have such a girlish heart. I miss you so much" ~~~'

So Furong was gently rubbed on her aggrieved little face, which was smooth, elastic and tender, and felt great.

Her little nasal sound seemed to indicate that she enjoyed such a touch. Fleur, who had to wrap herself up before, always stayed in the corner where she was alone. Even her closest sister Gabrielle couldn't help it. Touching her fingertips, the slight numbness, which was like an electric shock, made the lazy kitten's body softer in the early morning.

"To be honest, I still feel like I'm dreaming. If so, I hope this dream can last longer."

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

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

"It's just a kiss. It's not as good as the one-hour flash wedding like uncle and aunt. It's too slow. It's too slow. It would be better if it was faster."

"You think beautifully."

Fleur rolled her eyes, hiding a smile on her slightly pursed lips.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Soy milk fried dough sticks steamed dumplings, steamed rice dumplings and water chestnut cakes."

"What is that? I've never heard of it."

"It doesn't matter, I can do it."

With one hand on the ground and the other around his waist, Harry stood up with Fleur in his arms. He said goodbye to the warm nest and got up refreshed.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth. We'll have breakfast later."

"By the way, you can also think about how you should tell your uncle and aunt about us for a while."

Harry pointed at the wooden door leading downstairs from the observation deck. He heard the sound of someone stepping on the steps. As expected, it was Fleur's parents.

Fleur, who understood immediately, had a blush on her face, but she soon calmed down and muttered softly: "Why didn't you think about it?"

"Because I'm thick-skinned."

Harry caught the cushion thrown by Fleur and put it on the shelf at the door. As soon as he went out, he bumped into Mr. and Mrs. Delacour who were sneaking upstairs.

"Uncle and aunt, good morning."

Mr. Delacour's nose moved slightly, with an expression of "I'm so relieved" on his face. He gave a thumbs up and whispered in Harry's ear: "Try to call me dad as soon as possible. Come on, I will I really want one”

"What are you talking about! Dad!"

There was the sound of a pillow hitting the door. Although her physical fitness was average, Fleur's five senses were quite sharp, and there was no such thing as whispering.

"Cough cough cough"

Harry, who couldn't stand it anymore, beat his chest to stop coughing. He was worthy of being a Flash who completed a love affair and a flash marriage within an hour. Harry was overwhelmed by his brilliant brain.

"I'm going to make breakfast. I'll take my leave."

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

The Christmas holidays seem to be a little different from now on.