Chapter 1,306

"I'm sorry," Vanlin said to Fleur when she came to help him prepare dinner on a blustery afternoon in April. "I really didn't mean to let you endure this, but I can't help it. Harry has to stay here..."

And Fleur just directed some knives to cut steaks for Bill and Lahku. Since Bill was attacked by Greyback, she had to prepare bloody raw meat for him.

I have to admit that compared with the first embrace of vampires, the werewolf now is more like a highly contagious infectious disease, a terrible disease that changes a person's life essence.

The knife flew behind her to cut meat, and it can be seen that Fleur was a little uneasy.

Because of Bill? Or because of Vanlin?

Maybe both, but when she turned around, Fleur surprised Vanlin a little. She didn't know why her expression became so gentle.

"Vanlin, you are my friend, and we have experienced a lot together. You saved me and saved Gabriel. I won't remember."

"I saved you?"

Fanlin's head was full of question marks, which made him feel a little surprised. Gabriel was still okay, but Fleur?

Goblet of Fire?

Fleur's expression was a little stiff. In her eyes, Vanlin hadn't changed at all. He was still a younger brother...

"Anyway," Fleur's face changed and she pointed her wand at a pot of hot tea that was bubbling on the stove. "Mr. Oliver will go to Muriel's house tonight. We don't have to bother with these things. That goblin," Vanlin noticed that she frowned. "You can live downstairs. You, Ron and Dean can live in his room."

"We don't mind sleeping in the living room," Vanlin knew that Griphook would feel uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa; this damn goblin really had no sense of taste. Maybe after leaving Gringotts, Vanlin could teach Griphook a lesson, but now making Griphook feel comfortable was the focus of their plan.

"Don't worry about us." Before she made a decision, Vanlin continued, "We will leave your house soon. Ron, Hermione and I can't stay here for too long."

"But, what do you mean?" Fleur frowned and asked him, and she stopped the wand holding the plate in mid-air. "Of course you don't have to leave, you are safe here! Besides, Harry hasn't woken up yet, he doesn't..."

When she said this, she looked like Mrs. Weasley, but Mrs. Weasley also had the advantages of Mrs. Weasley, at least Mrs. Weasley really cared about them.

"Harry will stay here, and I will find a way to wake Harry up." Vanlin frowned, "We will take Griphook with us when we leave."

"What are you going to do? Just leave Harry here alone?"

"You and Bill are here, I believe in you." Vanlin said affirmatively.

Speaking of which, in addition to the Weasley twins, the people who have the best relationship with Vanlin are Fleur and Bill, especially Fleur. After all, Vanlin has been in contact with Fleur for a long time, even longer than Bill and Fleur.

Beauxbatons, plus a whole holiday, and of course, there is the little girl that Vanlin has always wanted to have as a sister.

"But, can't you tell me what you are going to do? This is not Beauxbatons, and those Death Eaters are not those bad boys in Beauxbatons."

"This..." Vanlin was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to drag Fleur into it, especially now that Harry was in trouble. Although his life was not in danger, it was obvious that it would only become more and more troublesome in the future.

Fortunately, Luna and Dean came in, which made Vanlin relieved. They could divert their attention.

However, Luna and Dean were very embarrassed. Their hair was soaked by the rain, and their arms were full of sawdust.

"... and little ears" Luna was saying, "a bit like hippos, my father said, only purple and hairy. If you want to call them, you can only hum to them; they prefer to waltz, not too fast..."

Dean shrugged uncomfortably when he passed Vanlin. He followed Luna into the living room that served as both a dining room and a living room. Ron and Hermione were setting the table.

Naturally, Vanlin took the opportunity to avoid answering Fleur's question, picked up two jugs of pumpkin juice and followed them.

"...if you come to my house I'll show you the horn, Dad wrote to me, I haven't seen it yet because the Death Eaters kidnapped me from the Hogwarts Express and I didn't go home for Christmas," she said as Luna and Dean sat down by the fire.

"Luna, we told you," Hermione said, "the horn is broken. It's from an Erumpent, not some Snorlax."

"No, it's definitely a Snorlax horn," Luna said seriously, "My dad said it can be reassembled by now, they evolve on their own."

Hermione shook her head helplessly and continued to lay out the knives and forks. At this time, Bill helped Mr. Oliver down the stairs. The wand maker looked very weak and leaned against Bill, who was holding a large suitcase behind him and supporting him.

"We will miss you, Mr. Oliver," Luna approached the old man.

"I'll miss you too, dear." Oliver patted her shoulder. "You gave me great comfort in that horrible place."

"Aurevoir (French), Mr. Olivid" Fleur kissed his cheeks: "What drove you to deliver a package to Bill's Aunt Muriel? I have never received such a beautiful headdress. ”

"I am honored to do this," Olivid said with a bow: "This is the smallest reward I can give you for your warm hospitality."

Fleur pulled out an old velvet trunk and opened it to show him. The crown sparkled in the dim light.

"Moonstones and diamonds," Griphook said. In fact, Fanlin didn't notice when he came into the house. "They were made by goblins, right?"

"The goblin made it for the wizard," Bill said quietly, and the goblin stole a challenging glance at him. A strong gust of wind rushed in as Bill and Olivid pushed open the door and walked into the night.

Such a trip is not pleasant. In fact, Ollivander's health has improved, but he is still in a state of near exhaustion. Just like Nicolas Flamel who gave up the elixir, Ollivander has not. How much time.

However, Fanlin didn't say it out loud. Instead of adding to the sadness, it would be better to let Ollivander leave easily.

The remaining people huddled aside. Bill's kitchen was so small that there was almost no room for their elbows to move. In this way, they began to eat.

The fire crackled beside them.

Fanlin noticed that Fu Rong was fiddling with the food on the plate almost all the time; she glanced out the window every few minutes.

Bill didn't come back until they had finished the first course. His long hair danced in the wind.

"Everything is going well," he and Fleur said, "Olivid has been settled, Mum and Dad say hello, Ginny has been asked to be taken care of, and Fred and George, much to Muriel's chagrin, are still here. She was doing the owl ordering business in her secret room. She said she thought we had stolen it."

"Oh, your aunt is so charming," said Fleur, waving her wand to raise the dishes on the plate into the air, and directing them to file out of the room.

"My dad also made a crown," Luna said. "Well, it's a flower crown."

Fanlin and Hermione looked at each other and laughed; Fanlin still remembered the ridiculous headdress she wore when they went to visit Xenonferrius.

In fact, if you look at it from a normal person's perspective, Fanlin does feel very sorry for Luna. This is because Xenonferrius' support is wrong.

"Yeah, he wants to recreate a Ravenclaw corolla. He thinks he can recognize most of the parts now. And the stubby wings are really distinguishable..."

There was a sudden bang at the front door. Everyone turned to look. Fleur ran out of the kitchen, looking terrified; Bill jumped to his feet, wand pointed at the door; so did Verlin, Ron and Hermione. Griphook slipped quietly under the table.

"Who?" Bill shouted.

"It's me, Remus John Lupin!" a voice said in the roaring wind. This shocked Fan Lin. Is it really him?

"I am a werewolf, the one married to Nymphadora Tonks. You, the secret keeper of Shell Mansion, told me this address and said I could come in case of emergency!"

"It's Lupin," Bill muttered, running to open the door. Lupine stumbled in. He was pale and wearing a traveling cloak. He looked carefully at who was standing in front of him, and then shouted: "It's a boy! We'll name him Ted, after Dora's father's nickname!"

Hermione screamed: "What...? Tonks?...Tonks is in labor?"

"Yes, that's right, she's giving birth!" Lupine shouted. Everyone around the table sighed with joy and relief; Hermione couldn't stop screaming.

"Congratulations!" said Ron, "haha, kid!" as if he had never heard of such a thing before.

"Yes, yes, it's a boy," repeated Lupine, lost in his immense happiness. He strode across the table and hugged everyone; something like this probably never happened in Grimmauld Place.

"Where's Harry, I want him to be the godfather of my child, and you, Fanlin, I heard you were here, so I couldn't wait to come."

"Is this true?" Fan Lin deliberately ignored Lu Ping's question, but there was still a brief silence around him. "I mean, do you really plan to let us be your child's godfather?"

"Of course!" Lu Ping didn't notice the other people's unnaturalness, and he was immersed in great joy.

He... Remus Lupin... As a werewolf, having offspring is such a luxury. It has never happened before. At least, now, it has not been said that the woman will be willing to give birth to a child for a werewolf. After all, werewolves His mind is generally full of killing, and he is not sure when he will kill his spouse.

Werewolves have always been combined with werewolves, but after all, they are a minority...

But Lupine obviously didn't forget, "Harry hasn't woken up yet, has he?"

"That's it..." Fan Lin frowned, "We can't help him, at least for now. I believe Harry can wake up on his own."

"Me too, Sirius is worried to death." Lupine said, "Can you let me go and see Harry?"

"No, it's better not to disturb him." Fan Lin said, "Now Harry needs to rest, and any outside interference is not suitable. And, you know, Harry's power has been spreading..."

"The situation is serious."

"Don't worry." Fan Lin shook his head, "I will solve this matter, but before that, I think we should celebrate Ted and forget about the unhappiness. Lupin, please trust me."

"Of course..." Lupine nodded. Although he was still very worried about Harry, Fan Lin was right, they should believe Harry.

This makes Fan Lin feel a little unnatural, deceiving Lu Ping?

Harry's life was not in danger, but it was true that Fan Lin was not sure what happened to Harry. After all, Fan Lin couldn't even check Harry's body.

"I'm going to get some drinks, we should celebrate!"

Bill hurried to get some wine, and Fleur was trying to persuade Lupine to join them for a drink.

"I can't stay here long, I have to go back," said Lupine, and everyone was beaming: he looked several years younger.

"Thank you, everyone, thank you, Bill." Bill quickly filled everyone's goblets with wine, and they raised their glasses.

"For Teddy Remus Lupine," Lupine said, "the birth of a great wizard!"

"Who does he look like?" Fleur asked. "I feel like Dora, but she feels like me. Not much hair, it was black when she was born, but I bet it will turn to light yellow in a few hours. Maybe it will be blond when I get back. Ann Domida said Tonks' hair has changed color since birth."

Lupine drank it all generously: "Here, have some more wine." He said happily, and Bill filled the wine for him again.

The sea breeze blew in the small house, and the fire crackled in the house. Bill quickly brought another bottle of wine. It seemed that Lupine's news had excited everyone and made them feel relieved in this besieged situation.

The birth of new life is always a joy. Only Griphook was indifferent to this festive atmosphere, and after a while he slipped back into the bedroom where he was now alone.

If Fanlin hadn't seen Bill watching Griphook go upstairs, he would have thought he was the only one who noticed.

"No... no... I really have to go back," said Lupine at last, refusing another drink. He walked over and pulled up his traveling cloak and put it around him. "Goodbye, goodbye...I will try my best to bring you some photos in the next few days...They will be very happy to know that I have seen you..."

Lupine fastened her cloak and bade them farewell. He embraced the girls and shook hands with the boys. Then he happily turned around and walked into the night.

"I'll pass the message on to them."

Lupine's words floated in the night, which made the people in the room feel a little melancholy.

"Godfather, Fanlin!" Bill said as they walked back to the kitchen to clear the table. "What an honor! Congratulations!"

When Fan Lin put down the goblet in his hand, Bill closed the door and suddenly changed from his gushing tone when Lu Ping was around: "Fan Lin, I want to say a few words to you in private. People who want to get rid of this house are also It’s not that easy.”

Bill hesitated. "Fan Lin, what are you planning with Griphook?"

Fan Lin was sure that what Bill said was a statement, not a question. He just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I know goblins," Bill said. "I've been working at Gringotts since I left Hogwarts. There is still friendship between wizards and goblins, and I have some goblin friends... at least some good goblins." Bill hesitated again. "Fan Lin, what do you want from Griphook? What did you promise to give him?"

"I can't tell you," Harry said. "I'm sorry, Bill." The kitchen door opened behind them; Fleur tried to get in more empty glasses.

"Wait a minute," Bill told her. "Wait a minute." She backed out and closed the door. "Then I have to tell you," Bill continued, "if you enter into some kind of deal with Griphook, especially if it involves property, you have to be extra careful. The goblin has a very strong opinion about ownership, payment, and returns. We humans have completely different concepts.”

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