I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The ancient French aristocrats exchanged glasses of wine in the manor.

Some of them are big landowners who hold a lot of land, some are maritime gentlemen who control many ships, and some are upstarts engaged in politics.

But without exception, they were bedridden and even one step away from death.

This is a Muggle version of the ancient alliance, and rich people are trying to get in here because of the various resources inside.

The big landowner Richard Arouet holds a lot of land in this country and has the honor of being a marquis in his ancestors.

He is also one of the nobles at this banquet. The person with him is also a noble, but he comes from a small country.

In this era when the power of the nobility is weakened, this place gathers the nobility and connects all the nobility.

"A city needs landmark buildings," said the knight next to Richard, who was wearing rich clothes. "Cannes is a place for entertainment, Marquis."

Richard was noncommittal, "Helmut, I know what you think, and you also need to understand my difficulties."

"Of course I know," the young baron named Helmut said with a smile, "There was once the glory and splendor of Arue. As the largest landowner, I understand that you don't want to give up your love, Marquis."

"So I hope I can change your mind." Helmut took something out of his pocket, which was a badge with a wand and a star.

Richard, who was originally indifferent, stopped when he saw the thing.

"I am willing to exchange my share for the right to purchase, Marquis." Helmut kept his smile unchanged, "I know that your child needs your help."

"I hope this can help you."

His words were all tempting to tempt Richard to reach out.

As a rich man, Richard lacks everything, but the badge that can be exchanged for Delacour's place is something he can't get even if he has money.

Richard hesitated in his heart, with struggle in his eyes.

Thinking of the child's legs, he relaxed.

"I can promise you to choose the place of your choice on the land of Cannes." Richard agreed. He reached for the badge and squeezed it tightly like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Helmut took two goblets from the waiter. He had the confidence to win from the beginning to the end, and smiled at Richard: "Thank you for giving me the opportunity."

The wine glasses collided with a crisp sound.

Helmut concluded the business deal and became more thoughtful about the banquet.

"I have never seen the legendary Miss Delacour." Helmut was a newcomer. He sipped this red wine that was rare in the outside world and said, "Marquis, you have seen her, What kind of person is she?"

"Are you plotting against her, Miss Delacour?" Richard glanced at him, "She is not yours to get your hands on."

"Of course I won't. I already have a family. I'm just curious." Helmut was even more curious about someone who could make a big shot like Richard speak out for him. "Legend has it that she has magical abilities and can control paralysis. The magic potion that makes people walk again and the dying people survive.”

"She has the ability to control the wind and rain, and the magic to destroy everything."

"Someone once offended her, and the noble disappeared out of thin air, and no one could find him."

"This manor only appears at specific times and accepts specific guests."

"She has unparalleled beauty. The men who have seen her are crazy for her and are willing to give up everything. The men who have married divorced their wives and abandoned their children for her." Helmut made many guesses about the various legends about Delacour. "Some say she is an angel, others say she is a succubus from hell."

"Too many legends." Helmut's eyes fell on the second floor.

This banquet revolves around the legendary Delacour.

Even the badge he gave to Marquis Richard came from Delacour.

That thing was the potion's share, and Helmut, who was in good health, chose to use it to create more benefits.

Richard was the only person he knew to have met face to face with Miss Delacour.

After hearing Helmut's words, Richard glanced at the badge in his hand and said, "I don't know what legends you have heard about her, but her beauty and mystery will only be weakened."

"She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I swear that if I were 20 years younger, I would leave my wife and children for her and give her all the land."

Richard said slowly: "I once thought she was an angel who saved my life when I was about to die."

"But I know she is not. No matter how much I plead, she will not save my child."

"She is a just person, Helmut," he named the young baron and said earnestly. "When you see her, you will be attracted to her. Her mystery has a fatal magic power and will firmly grasp your heart. .”

"As a husband, I can't resist her beauty. Only by becoming a father, a relative and a blood relation can I control my restless heart."

Hearing what he said, Helmut thought it was an exaggeration, but Richard's face was full of seriousness.

The legendary Delacour lady, with her mysterious magic and fatal beauty.

Most of the nobles present were occupied by their servants who came here because of their beauty.

Recalling his wife, Helmut didn't believe there was such a person.

It can make him give up the person he loves deeply and pursue the woman who may not be able to touch him in his life.

...

Gabrielle Delacour tied a bright necklace around her sister's slender and proud neck.

The sisters in the mirror are beautiful and more delicate than those depicted by the most meticulous painter.

Gabrielle was a little intoxicated. She looked at her luxuriously dressed sister in the mirror and said foolishly: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

"You're equally beautiful, Gabrielle."

The corners of her lips curved into a curve that made the man kneel down. Fleur caressed the priceless necklace with her fingers and held her sister's hand lovingly.

Only on her body can you see the ultimate beauty from millions of jewelry.

Compared to this beauty, any jewelry is just an embellishment.

She is like the masterpiece of the God of Love in the world, putting all the good things in her body.

She raised her right hand and walked over to the jewelry box filled with jewelry.

The badge with the changing stars lay quietly in a separate box.

Slightly press some cotton batting onto the velvet jewelry box.

Her fingers stayed there, she picked up the Stars Badge and rubbed it, her eyes slightly lowered with longing and memories.

"The sun in the city of wizards, your light falls from the stars on all wizards," she opened her lips softly, "I pray every day and look forward to the Witch King coming down from the tower."

"You know Gabri? She's going to the university you founded next year."

"You should see that guy Draco, he gave birth to his second child, a boy."

"Cedric's son is as passionate about school as his father."

"Kim was a professor at Ilvermorny, as you should have seen. He often went to Durmstrang."

"And... and..." She rubbed the badge with her fingers, talking a lot.

She could obviously tell that person through the badge, but she didn't do so.

Because she knew that person would know everything.

Like those lights, always in everyone.

"There are still people waiting for you." She said, her thoughts returning to Beauxbatons.

That first-year exchange student deceived himself with clumsy lies.

"Actually, I know you are lying," Fleur smiled softly, "Ms. Maxim looks very funny when she is angry."

Gabrielle looked at her sister and had to interrupt her thoughts, "Sister, we are going out."

Fleur paused her fingers slightly, nodded and said, "Gabriel, put it on for me."

Gabrielle took the badge and carefully placed it on Fleur's chest.

She knew what this thing meant to her sister. It was an adventure and a companionship with the king.

Fleur stood up. The dress on her body was gorgeous but not bulky.

Her silver hair was pulled up, and her left hand had no other decorations, only a ring.

Touching the ring, she looked outside and silently said to the Witch King: "Look here, the magical world is moving towards the light."

"John."

The ancient Delacour dominated the powerful Muggles.

When Furong walked out, those nobles lowered their proud heads for her.

Helmut stared blankly at the perfect work of art by God, and he immediately understood what Richard said.

No one would bow to such a noble lady Delacour.

...

"A new side story is here, this time it's the Furong chapter.

The ancient Delacour, the dream lover of many nobles.

She is the first of the stars, and she is like a family member.

She and John were chased by a fire dragon, and she also kissed that man on the forehead.

She was a warrior, with courage and wisdom to be proud of.

She is the most solid support, the one who will support John without hesitation no matter how many times.

She has stunning beauty and is a winner in relationships. She is never sentimental and dares to pursue. She is not confused by her previous relationship and is as firm as a knight.

She can detect the emotions arising in the stars and advise them.

She has never been anyone's princess, she is Delacour's noble daughter, a person who controls the overall situation and charges for the king.

Her feelings for John were no less than love. In her eyes, the great and radiant Witch King was no different from the child who once lied in Beauxbatons.

In the same way, she still felt pity for him.

This is arrogance, coming from the elder Delacour, to the young John.

The king sitting on the tower is just a student who once lost his way.

Her pity was expressed by kissing her forehead that year.

She will work hard for John's ideals.

Because she is Fleur Delacour, the first of the stars, one of the most outstanding wizards in the wizarding world, and the great female knight. "