At this moment, in a shop on French Wizard Street, Valeria was sitting by the window, enjoying the strawberry ice cream in her hand while looking at the pedestrians passing by on the street. Suddenly she said, "I thought you would be very depressed."
"Why do I have to be so depressed?" Catherine asked over her shoulder.
"You like him, don't you?" Valeria scooped a big mouthful of ice cream into her mouth and squinted her eyes comfortably, "and he is getting married today, but the bride is not you."
"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?" Catherine looked at her best friend and shook her head. "I knew from the beginning that there was no possibility between us, so I never expected it, and there was no affection between the two parties."
"Why?" Valeria asked in confusion.
"He hates America, and I won't leave America." Catherine shrugged and said, "So, face the reality as soon as possible!"
"You're quite open-minded," Valeria complained.
"What else can you do? Can you snatch Yin Zebel away?" Catherine taunted, "Or are you going to be his lover? That guy is not French."
"No, I'm just very depressed."
Valeria has met many men over the years, and many of them have pursued her, but she has never met anyone who is outstanding enough for her to like.
"You shouldn't compare them with Albert." Catherine shook her head.
"Where's Louise?" Valeria looked up at the pretty girl who had just sat down opposite them.
"I gave up a long time ago." Louise shrugged.
"Have you found a boyfriend you like?" Valeria asked curiously.
"Not really." Louise shook her head.
"Then why did you compromise?"
"What else can I do?" Louise glanced at the clock on the wall and planned to close the store and go out early.
"What gifts are you preparing? It's not a beauty potion, is it?"
"Yes, the latest beauty potion. We have updated it for several generations." Valeria blinked and asked, "What have you prepared?"
"It's the newest silk robe from the Fengya wizard clothing store." Louise said without hesitation, "I said it was a wedding gift for Anderson, and they even specially helped design a new style for me."
“Don’t you feel bad at all?” Valeria muttered. “Katherine had prepared a great gift.”
"A big gift?" Louise asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Kathryn shrugged. "Valeria is crazy about men."
“Quality men are hard to find.”
"She's too picky, so she's never been able to find one." Catherine pointed this out bluntly. "In recent years, there have been many boys chasing after her."
"What about you?" Louise asked.
"She doesn't care, and she doesn't plan to look for one," Valeria shrugged. "She plans to live like this for the rest of her life."
"When are you going to close this store and open a beauty salon with us?" Catherine suddenly asked.
"I don't know about this either." Louise quite likes this job.
"We plan to make it an internationally renowned beauty brand." Kathryn suddenly said, "The McDougal sisters are also researching beauty potions."
Louise reminded, "Time is almost up."
Valeria finished her ice cream, threw the box into the bucket next to her, stood up, and walked out of the store together.
The three walked along the street and finally stopped in front of a shabby shop with the number 117 on it.
"Are you sure it's here?"
"It should be correct." Louise took out a silver card with an arrow on it and number 117 marked on it.
The three of them exchanged glances, pushed open the door and walked into the store, only to find that no one was inside.
"Three of you, please follow me."
A house elf appeared out of nowhere, bowed slightly to the three people, led them into the room, pointed to the basin on the table and said, "Please wash your face here."
"Wash your face?" Valeria frowned slightly.
"Yes, wash your face." The house-elf said respectfully, "If any of the invited guests are under the Imperius Curse, it will be visible after washing their faces."
"How do you know we're real people?" Catherine asked with a raised eyebrow.
"This map in my hand can show the names of the guests who come here." The house elf explained to the three people politely. In order to ensure that Dobby can handle his tasks flexibly, Albert had already given it a dose of Felixir in advance.
"That guy is really careful." Catherine was a little surprised.
"Mr. Anderson has been targeted by the demon who must not be named." The house-elf Dobby explained, "In order to ensure the safety of the guests, we have to take multiple layers of protective measures."
"Can this basin of water free people from the Imperius Curse?" Catherine became even more curious.
"I don't know. Mr. Anderson said that this basin of water can clearly determine whether any of the guests have been under the Imperius Curse." The house-elf repeated simply.
After saying that, he pointed to a dark magic detector next to the basin. There was also a mirror placed on the edge of the wall, which was obviously also a dark magic detector.
"It seems that Albert has made all the necessary preparations." Catherine took the tissue and wiped the water off her face.
"What a pity for my makeup!" Valeria was depressed.
"It doesn't matter. You're beautiful even without makeup." Louise said with a smile, "And if you dress up prettier than the bride, it would be a real bummer."
At this moment, alarms suddenly sounded around.
"What's going on?"
"Someone's coming again." Dobby glanced at the alarm, then his eyes fell on the map. He explained to the three girls, "They should be guests attending the wedding. It will take some time for them to get here. I'll take you there first."
The three were Apparated by Dobby.
They soon found themselves in what looked like a thicket of trees, with large rocks surrounding it, and the house-elf led them forward, but there was nothing ahead.
"No problem, Mr. Weisley," said the house-elf.
A red-haired man appeared out of nowhere and nodded slightly to the three people. After collecting the silver cards from the three people, he handed them a piece of parchment and reminded them: "Please read what you see in your heart."
"The Fidelius Curse?"
The knowledgeable Catherine guessed the reason. Sure enough, after Mo read out the contents on the paper, the entrance to an old manor appeared in front of them. At the door were various items that looked like black magic defense props, and there was also a map-like thing on it, which also had their names marked on it.
Next to the map is a place where guests' gifts are piled up, and another red-haired man is helping to record the guests' gifts.
"plz follow me."
Fred, who was wearing a suit, greeted enthusiastically.
Everyone likes beautiful women, and when they headed to the tent, they found that quite a few people had already arrived. Their seats were separated. Louise also saw her cousin Fleur, who was talking intimately with a fairly handsome boy.
"Right here." Fred pointed to Fleur's table and said, "All of Albert's young foreign friends are here. Maybe you can find some common topics to talk about."
Louise greeted her cousin somewhat unexpectedly, "Furong, is this your boyfriend?"
"This is my fiancé Bill. We got engaged a while ago," Fleur introduced with a smile, "I think it has something to do with the Triwizard Tournament. This is my cousin Louise."
"Viktor Krum, I also met him during the Triwizard Tournament. I think you should know him. This is..."
"Hermione, Albert's friend at Hogwarts." Hermione looked a little embarrassed. She found that there were too many beautiful girls at this table, which made her feel quite stressed.
Viktor Krum was obviously also amazed, but he quickly found a topic to talk about so as not to let Hermione beside him notice his abnormality.
"Harry Potter isn't here?"
"Albert did not invite Harry to the wedding out of consideration for his safety." Hermione explained while secretly shifting her attention to Valeria and Catherine. The two obviously did not have Veela blood, but their beauty was still no less than Louise and Fleur.
"This is Valeria and Catherine," Louise introduced.
"I'm Yin Zebel's pen pal, and we met at the Potions Championship." Valeria said with a smile, "We are currently working together to develop beauty potions."
"I'm Albert's magic potion partner in North America, and also their friend," Catherine said casually, "and we are currently working together to develop beauty potions."
"Beauty potion?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"It may not be what you think." Valeria smiled and took out two exquisite boxes from the bag and handed them to Hermione and Fleur respectively, introducing them to the two, "It can make your face cleaner and your skin white and shiny. One bottle is for washing your face and the other is for skin care. If you think it's good, you can..."
“Ahem.”
Kathryn interrupted Valeria's sales pitch with a slight cough.
Hermione gaped at Valeria, eyeing the beauty potion in front of her suspiciously.
"I'm using it too, and it really works." Louise asked doubtfully, "Catherine, where are you going?"
"I saw a few friends."
Catherine walked towards the elderly people, greeted them briefly, and chatted with them for a few minutes before returning.
"friend?"
Krum looked at the old men, clearly confused.
"It should be an academic friend." Hermione explained.
"It's been a long time, Fleur. I heard from them that you are engaged and plan to stay in England."
A voice attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked up and found that the person coming was a very beautiful girl.
"Yes, this is Bill, my fiancé," Furong introduced, "Yanila, the most famous singer of our time."
"Hello."
After Yanila greeted everyone with a smile, she sat next to Hermione and asked, "What were you talking about?"
"cosmetic… "
"A lot of celebrities are here today," Catherine said suddenly.
"Yes, those who don't know would think it's an international gathering." Yanila said softly, "By the way, have you heard? The witness is Mr. Nicolas Flamel."
"Sorry, what did you say?" Hermione suspected that she had misheard.
"The witness is Monsieur Nicolas Flamel," Yanila repeated.
"But isn't Mr. Flamel dead?" Hermione asked in confusion. She had always thought that Dumbledore was the witness.
"Who said that?" Yanila asked back.
"The Philosopher's Stone was destroyed years ago," said Hermione.
"Does the Philosopher's Stone really exist?"
“Yes, I heard it was destroyed.”
"Many people were interested in being the witness, but when they heard that the witness was Mr. Flamel, no one wanted to compete anymore." Yanila told the news she had heard, "It is said that Albert is actually Mr. Flamel's favorite student."
"Is it the legendary Nicolas Flamel?" Valeria looked at Catherine. She felt that she must know something.
"I don't know." Catherine shook her head and said, "Actually, there's no need to make a fuss. If you pay attention, you'll find that many of the guests here are famous."
"The wedding seems to be about to begin. Should we go over and sit over there?" Hermione found that many people stood up and walked into the tent, where there were many rows of chairs. It felt like the layout of a church, and the big tent was filled with nervous anticipation.