However, the garden lacked the usual jumping goblins and vigorous and wild plants, which seemed a bit strange and deserted, which made people feel very unnatural.
In addition to these visible changes, the magical atmosphere around the Burrow has also become very strong, especially for Ivan.
In the past year, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic cast an astonishing number of security spells on the Burrow. These magics made the security level here comparable to that of Hogwarts to a certain extent. The improvement of the security level is the most direct manifestation. That is, no one can come here directly by magic anymore.
So, Mr. Weasley went to the top of a nearby hill to meet the Delacours, who had arrived there via the Portkey.
When the guests arrived, the first thing people heard was an unnaturally high-pitched laugh, which turned out to be coming from Mr. Weasley. A moment later he appeared at the door, carrying a heavy luggage, leading a beautiful blond woman in a leaf-green robe, she was undoubtedly Fleur's mother, she looked so beautiful and charming, even more beautiful than Fleur Beautiful, and more mature, with a special charm, there is a feeling that people can't take their eyes off it.
But Madame Delacour is not a Veela, nor is she of Veela blood, Fleur and Gabrielle's grandmother is.
In other words, Mr. Delacour has Veela blood
Next to Mr. Weasley, Madame Delacour was nowhere near as charming as his wife.
He was a head shorter than his wife, stocky, with a small, pointed black beard. However, he seemed to have a good temper. He stepped on his high-heeled boots and walked quickly to Mrs. Weasley, and kissed her on both cheeks twice, and Mrs. Weasley was flattered.
"It's such a trouble to you, taking care of Fleur and Gabriel!" he said in a low voice, "Fleur told us that you have been working so hard."
"Oh, that's nothing, nothing!" said Mrs. Weasley in a trembling voice. "It's no trouble at all!"
Ron kicked at a goblin poking his head behind a newly planted wing-winging bush to get rid of his hatred.
Hermione whispered in Ivan's ear that Mr. Delacour looked very gentlemanly and personable.
Ai Wen looked at it carefully, and can only say that the magical blood of Veela is still working, but the male is working on the female.
"My dear madam!" said Mr. Delacour, smiling and still holding Mrs. Weasley's with his plump hands, "we are very honored at the impending marriage of our two families! Allow me Introduce my wife, Apolline."
Mrs. Delacour stepped up lightly and leaned over to kiss Mrs. Weasley.
"It's charming!" she said in French. "What a story your husband told us!"
Mr. Weasley let out a nervous laugh, Mrs. Weasley gave him a sideways glance, and he immediately fell silent, with an expression on his face as if he was sitting on the edge of his friend's hospital bed.
After some greetings, Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully, "Well, come in!"
She let the Delacours into the room, saying "No, please! You first!" and "Nothing!"
Gabriel and her mother were chatting quickly in French, chattering, and Ivan understood a little, and she seemed to be saying that the Burrow is very good here.
Then, she may have mentioned Ivan, because Mrs. Delacour quickly set her eyes on Ivan and smiled at him.
After lunch that day, she came over to thank Ivan and Hermione for taking care of Gabriel during the holiday.
In addition, she also specially brought gifts from France to everyone, including snacks with French characteristics.
In short, everyone has a good impression of the Delacours.
It was also quickly discovered that the Delacours were pleasant guests and helpful to others.
They were happy with everything and actively helped with the wedding planning.
From the seating arrangements to the bridesmaids' shoes, Mr. Delacour said, "It's so cute!"
He wasn't critical at all, and he didn't raise any objections, which pleased Mrs. Weasley beyond imagination.
Madame Delacour is a master at housekeeping spells, wiping the oven clean in the blink of an eye, which greatly relieves everyone's work pressure.
The only downside is that the structure of the Burrow can't hold so many people, especially after the return of best man Charlie.
The Weasleys overcame the objections of the Delacours by loudly insisting that their guests sleep in their bedroom while they themselves slept in the drawing room.
Charlie and Bill shared a room, Gabriel moved over to sleep with her sister in Percy's previous room, Hermione, Ginny and Elaine were together, and Alvin, Harry and Ron were crowded on the roof, taking up a lot of space. It was so full that even Dobby the house-elf went up to share the attic space with the ghouls.
If Sirius or Lupine came, they would not be able to spend the night here and would have to leave.
Now, no matter what time, no matter where, the house is full of people everywhere.
In this way, Aiwen and the others could not get together to discuss plans.
Since the incident last time, Mrs. Weasley has been paying special attention recently.
In desperation, they ran to feed the chickens to avoid Mrs. Weasley and the overcrowded house.
"She still won't leave us alone!" growled Ron, his temper increasingly unstable as the wedding approached, and he believed it was mainly due to the pressure Mrs Weasley put on him. The second time they wanted to meet in the yard, Mrs. Weasley showed up with a large basket of laundry, foiling their plan.
"Oh, good, you fed the chickens!" she came up and yelled, "We'd better lock the chickens up again, someone's coming tomorrow... to pitch a tent for the wedding."
She stopped and leaned against the chicken coop, looking exhausted, explaining.
"The magic tent at Miramont... it's wonderful, and Bill came with them... By the way, Harry, you'd better stay inside and out of sight while they're here. Well, it's all going on around here." What a safety spell, how complicated it is to have a wedding."
"I'm sorry." Harry said apologetically.
"Oh, don't be silly, dear!" said Mrs. Weasley at once. "That's not what I meant, alas, your safety is of the utmost importance! By the way, I've been meaning to ask how you wish to celebrate your Birthday, Harry, seventeen, it's an important day after all..."
"I don't want to overwhelm the crowd!" Harry said hastily, assuming that this would add to the pressure on them. "A normal meal will do, the day before the wedding."
"Oh, well, dear, if you really think so. A few of us will be there, Sirius should be too, he sure doesn't want to miss your coming-of-age birthday, and I'm planning Remus and Tonks, okay Right? By the way, and Hagrid, dear, is there anyone else you want to invite?"
"No, that's a great arrangement of yours!" said Harry, "but don't be too much trouble."