Chapter 369

It wasn't just the promotion that was worth being happy about in the Weasley family. That same evening, Bill returned home, opened his letter, and happily announced: he was about to bring a girl home to live.

If nothing went wrong, this girl would be Fleur Delacour, who was a half-acquaintance to Harry. Coincidentally, he was also prepared to stay for a while longer, at least until he finished the two meetings this weekend, to ensure that there was nothing left to worry about in the Wizarding World, before returning to Tang Dun.

The next day, after lunch, Harry saw a stunningly beautiful young woman at the entrance of the Burrow. She was tall and slim, with golden hair, and a faint silver light radiating from her whole body. Moreover, she turned sideways, carrying a large suitcase with both hands, which made the whole picture even more perfect.

"Fleur?" Harry was mentally prepared for this, "But, how did you come by yourself?"

"Bill is very busy right now, his work is very hard—you should know why, right? They need to reorganize the entire security system." Fleur explained while walking into the house, "And I only need to work half a day, rather than waiting for him to get off work, I thought, why don't I come here first!"

"Welcome, welcome..." Mrs. Weasley greeted her enthusiastically, "Nice to meet you, oh, what a beautiful girl!"

"Bill is really unreliable, how could he let you come by yourself." Mrs. Weasley tried to take her suitcase, "I say, is it okay for you to live with Ginny?"

"I'd be happy to learn more about his family, but I think Ginny might prefer to live with her good friend, right?" Fleur said tactfully, "I'll just stay in Bill's room."

Mrs. Weasley's expression stiffened.

"Didn't Bill tell you? We're planning to settle down first, so that we can hold the event next summer."

"Say what? Settle what?" Rarely, Harry found Mrs. Weasley showing a trace of fear.

"We're getting married!"

"Wow—" Harry looked at her in surprise, and Ginny and Ivy also widened their eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Isn't it a bit too rushed?" Ron said in a daze, "How long have you known each other?"

"It's been a year." Fleur said happily, "We plan to have a small engagement first, if the Star of Salvation is willing to witness this, we would be very honored."

Mrs. Weasley stood still, blinking, almost at a loss. It seemed that Bill hadn't made the situation very clear last night—or rather, she wasn't ready to accept Fleur.

"I'll take you to Bill's room." Seeing the trend of a cold scene, Ginny stepped out.

After Fleur went up the stairs, Mrs. Weasley, who had been standing at the entrance, finally had a different expression. It was an expression where her facial features were twisted together, just like Mr. Weasley's expression when he learned that Malfoy had become a Department Head.

"How could she!" she whispered, "They aren't even married yet!"

"Think about it, Mom." Ron said, "Haven't I told you the story of Cui Ge?"

"Don't talk nonsense, everyone knows Bill is a diligent, down-to-earth good boy." Mrs. Weasley said indignantly, "I just didn't notice why this girl is so... eh! Who knows what they have in common?"

"Think about it, Madam, Fleur is French after all." Ivy comforted her sincerely.

While Fleur was taking a nap, Harry pulled Ginny aside and asked in a low voice: "I never noticed, I mean, is their progress this fast?"

"Speaking of which, I also feel it shouldn't be this fast," Ginny said somewhat tangled, "I thought she would at most come over for a meal, who knew she's lying on Bill's bed now!"

"They've been dating for a year after all," Ivy commented objectively.

"I just feel weird." Harry scratched his head, "I always think of Cedric."

"Cedric's performance this season is great, a girlfriend will only affect his performance." Ron said, "He has almost no rivals in the league, I think this will be England's most promising year."

"How long did Cedric date her? How far did they progress?" Ginny asked.

"Don't think about those." Ivy suddenly interrupted them, "Let's play cards."

Before dinner, the children began to put away the cards and were busy helping in the kitchen. Fleur came down from upstairs, showing an enthusiastic smile, ready to enter the kitchen to help.

"No, no, our family absolutely doesn't have the habit of letting guests do things." Mrs. Weasley politely pushed her out, but as soon as she turned around, she began to mutter: "Slept all afternoon, this lazy woman, she must be here to cause trouble..."

On the first day, Harry and Ron looked at Fleur with curious eyes, while Mrs. Weasley was vaguely resistant, and Ginny and Ivy were also alienated from her.

On the second day, Mrs. Weasley tried her best to avoid being alone with Fleur, and Ginny and Ivy began to whisper behind Fleur's back.

On the third day, when Harry heard about Fleur from Ginny again, he found that she had won a new nickname, "Sticky Phlegm".

"The way she talked to me this morning." Ginny said dissatisfiedly, "As if she treated me like a three-year-old!"

"She always has that arrogant look, your mom hates her too, doesn't she?" Ivy echoed.

"But even so, you can't call people 'Sticky Phlegm'," Harry scratched his head, "That's too impolite."

"Why are you speaking for her?" Ginny folded her arms and said, "Is it because you think she's pretty? Of course, her eyes are indeed good, but it seems like those two nostrils are what we face every day."

"Just assume her attitude isn't very good, however, anyway, she can't live here forever, it's just a few days." Ron said in a daze, his tone even carrying a trace of regret, "I won't see her in two days..."

"This isn't a matter of one or two days, think about it, if she marries Bill—" Ginny waved her hands exaggeratedly, "Forget it, I don't even want this brother then."

"On one hand, she does make us feel uncomfortable, maybe because she is, how to say, a bit pretentious." Ivy said sincerely, "On the other hand, I think Ginny has the right to hate anyone."

"Of course, but Ron also always has the right to persuade her, right?" Harry tried to round out the words.

"This is just on the surface, actually I have an idea, I don't know if I should say it." Ivy stared at Harry and said, "Why do you think she broke up with Cedric?"

"I think, probably because Cedric needs to focus on training." Harry answered subconsciously.

"No, I don't think so, I suspect she thought she climbed a high branch and kicked Cedric." Ivy put on a posture of knowing everything, "The current Weasley family is not what it used to be, it's not an exaggeration to call it a wealthy family—so, as soon as she heard that Mr. Weasley was preparing to succeed as Minister, she ran over in a hurry and slept on Bill's bed, hoping to cook the rice into cooked rice and become the daughter-in-law of the Minister's house early."

"Why do you always think of people in a bad way?" Harry asked indignantly, "The Minister's matter is just an internal news!"

"Oh, maybe it's because Sticky Phlegm's vision is low, just a Department Head's son makes her so impatient." Ginny sarcastically said without mercy.

"Let's talk about something else, buddy." Ron said with a guilty conscience, "Fred and George sent something very interesting, it's a prank telescope..."

"Yeah, you just protect her." Ginny retorted with her arms crossed.

"Wait, Ron's meaning might be," Ivy touched her chin, "Maybe we can let Sticky Phlegm try that telescope."

"I didn't mean that." Ron waved his hands hurriedly.

"I know, you actually want to say, clearly you are also a Department Head's son, why doesn't Alina look down on you?" Ginny suddenly pulled the aggressiveness to the full.

"This house is unbearable." Ron slapped the table angrily and left the conversation.

Harry followed him to the chicken coop, the two leaned against the guardrail, looking at the hens fighting for food, in a daze.

"Am I very unsuccessful." Ron said suddenly.

"How could it be, we all know you are the best goalkeeper in the school, and a heavy-armored swordsman." Harry said sincerely.

"No, I mean in terms of feelings..." he said somewhat dejectedly, "I'm not qualified to say who I like now, anyway, no one likes me."

"You will always meet someone, maybe Hermione will change her mind, or maybe you will meet someone more worthy of love." Harry patted his shoulder, in his heart, Alina and Donald would eventually suffer a lose-lose situation sooner or later.

"Hermione? Don't talk about it, I really don't like her." Ron said gloomily.

"Oh, if you don't have anyone you like, why are you worrying?"

"I just feel that everyone is getting better, but I'm always standing still." Ron looked into the distance, his eyes unfocused, "Yes, feelings and such, just remind me of this point over and over again."

"Hey, that is to say, if there is a chance to become better in other aspects, will you forget her?"

"Great cause or something... well, I just feel like I haven't participated yet, and everything is over." Ron laughed self-deprecatingly, "The old bat doesn't trust us, does he?"

"Speaking of the old bat," Ron suddenly narrowed his eyes, "He wouldn't be coming to my house, would he?"

Harry followed his gaze and really saw a person wearing a black robe and disheveled greasy hair standing at the entrance of the Burrow, knocking on the door lightly.