Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"What?" Mrs. Weasley didn't hear clearly.

"I mean I can help you, whether it's serving dishes or washing vegetables." There is always an unreasonable pressure to eat free food in an unfamiliar home, especially when others are busy in the kitchen and you are doing nothing.

"Don't be so formal, Zoe." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. What Zoe said just now made her feel good. "You can sit on the sofa and play with Crookshanks for a while. I'm used to preparing enough food for the whole family. Food."

"But..." Zoe frowned, and Mrs. Weasley saw her hesitation."Then can you help me prepare the tableware? Arthur-my husband should get up too, but he came back late last night, and he always works overtime recently. I have to go to the bedroom and call him later. Someone must help me. I looked at the fire."

"Okay, please let me help." Zoe relaxed and nodded.

Chapter 20 Female Public Enemy Furong (Incorrect)

When she really entered the kitchen, Zoe understood why Mrs. Weasley didn’t need a helper. With a wave of her magic wand, every process was carried out in an orderly manner without any confusion. She didn’t even need to hold a frying pan. Being able to fry poached eggs in perfect shape automatically, Zoe's existence only takes up a narrow kitchen space.

"I really want my sons to learn from you, especially George and Fred."

Before she could say what she was thinking, Mrs. Weasley chuckled, "These two guys know how to make trouble all day long, and they don't know how to help with the housework. Every time they ask them to help with a plate, they have to shirk."

"But since you can handle all of this well, isn't it a disservice to help?" Zoe said.

"Even if it's a lip service, it's enough to have this attitude. Although I can do it well, it would be nice if someone can offer to help." Mrs. Weasley put the mashed potatoes on the plate and looked casually. A glance at the sausage in the frying pan.

"I'll call Arthur first, and put it on the plate after it's fried. Just put the plate on the table."

After Mrs. Weasley left, she had some cooking experience during the time at Granger's house. As for the taste, that was another problem, but it was impossible to make mistakes in such simple steps.

When she returned to the living room with Mr. Weasley’s breakfast, she did not expect that there was already a person sitting in the chair, bending over to tease Crookshanks on the sofa. Crookshanks' flat face did not know. Is it depressed, it avoids the palm of the person's hand, raises its paw and pushes away the finger that the person wants to scratch his chin.

Although I could not see the face clearly, but seeing the waterfall-like silver hair (this kind of hair color is very rare), there was an ominous premonition in my heart. This premonition became when the person chuckled. Reality.

"Furong?" Zoe asked with a weird face.

The girl sat up straight, revealing a young and beautiful face. This face was exquisite like a carved work of art, with every part and every line full of charm.Compared to the arrogance that was full when she first met, she looked much more peaceful in less than two years.

"Zoe!" Furong yelled out in surprise. She squeezed her face in spite of Zoe's protest. "It's been a long time! Why are you here?"

"I want to spend my summer vacation here." Zoe said briefly, "I want to ask you, why did you show up here instead of staying in France?"

"Oh! Is this breakfast for me?" Furong did not answer the question right away, but looked at the plate in Zoe's hand. "It's kind of you. I just got up and haven't eaten anything yet." She stretched out her hand. Just want to take the plate from Zoe.

"It's not—" I didn't expect Furong to start so easily, Zoe didn't react at once.

Fleur failed. Her fingertips just touched the plate. The plate seemed to give birth to her own consciousness. It separated from Zoe's hands and floated to the other side under the surprised gaze of the two, and landed on Weasley. Mrs. Weasley's face was a little gloomy in her hands, and Mr. Weasley stood behind her, yawning sleepily.

"What's the matter, Molly?" Mr. Weasley asked when his wife stopped.

"Good morning, Molly and Arthur." As expected, Furong was still the one who didn't care about the surrounding atmosphere, and she greeted them with a smile.

Mr. Weasley also raised his hand and greeted her with a smile. He was about to put his hand down, his feet hurt, and a strange scream, his sleepiness disappeared: "What, what?!" Mrs. Weasley ignored her husband's innocence. With the look in his eyes, he retracted the foot that had just stepped on him, strode forward and put the plate back on the table."Arthur, come over for dinner, you will be late for work."

Mr. Weasley changed his clothes after breakfast, but couldn’t figure out why his wife’s face changed until he kissed Mrs. Weasley’s face, and when he was about to leave home for work, Weasley whispered to him. .

"How long will she stay here?"

"Who?"

"Who else, can't you pay more attention to your surroundings?" Mrs. Weasley motioned to him with her eyes, and Fleur hummed a little tune and buttered the bread, happily enjoying the breakfast Zoe helped her casually (to be honest) It looks terrible), and bluntly criticized the sausage skin for being a bit burnt.

"Oh, it's Bill's own choice anyway. Since the two of them have no opinion, we don't need to interfere too much." Mr. Weasley calmed his wife with a good temper.

"Hmph, you guys don't understand." Mrs. Weasley was a little angry. "She usually looks pleasing to the eye, but how will Bill live with her? Since the day she moved in, she hasn't helped with cooking. I don't help with housework, I just wander around all day long, I'm going to be annoying!"

"Huh? Didn't she prepare lunch for you?" Mr. Weasley asked in confusion.

"I would rather she not stay in the kitchen, just ask her to help peel a potato, and I can throw away all the meat from the belt, and then a large potato will be left with a small piece. The soup is either tasteless or too salty. I will even burn the crucible through inadvertently." Mrs. Weasley became more and more annoyed as she said, "How can Bill fall in love with this kind of person!"

"In my heart, you are the best wife in the world. Marrying you is the luckiest thing in my life. Of course, other people can't do as well as you." Mr. Weasley got to Mrs. Weasley. He said that the latter's cheeks were flushed, and his anger disappeared.

"Furong will get used to it. Give her a chance." Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch, and he must go.

On the other side, Zoeto looked at Furong helplessly with his chin. This man had a very elegant posture when he ate, and he was out of tune with the environment of the Burrow, as if he happened to be in the wrong place.

"Your craft needs to be improved." After wiping her mouth with a napkin, Furong said to Zoe as soon as she put down her fork.

"Then don't eat next time." Zoe retorted subconsciously.

"I don't know how to cook." Furong said frankly. Zoe couldn't help but rolled his eyes, but in the end he laughed. Furong's attitude towards her remained unchanged, which made her miss her.

"By the way, why are you here?" Crookshanks has been sitting on Zoe's lap since Fleur started eating. After pressing for a long time, Zoe even felt that his legs lost consciousness.

"I'm getting married." Noting Zoe's helpless attitude, Fleur smiled happily.

"Next summer, it will be here-actually I think it's better to go to France. There is nothing to see here. But Molly insists on holding a wedding near here." Fleur shrugged indifferently. "But it will do, as long as there is me, With Bill, it doesn’t matter where the wedding is held."

"Congratulations, Furong." Zoe said sincerely, recovering from the trance.

"Thank you. When the wedding is held, I hope I can invite more people, the scale is bigger, you will come." Furong probably entered her fantasy, her eyes a little intoxicated, "I still want to officially talk to you Tell me about my family."

"It should be okay. At that time, we were just in the summer vacation, and I could come and help." Zoe blurted out, but remembered that when Margaret was half-forced to prepare for the wedding scene, he was just touching the pillow at the end of the day. Can fall asleep.

I wanted to take back what I said, but it was too late.Zoe saw Furong smile from the heart, and the effect of adding a smile to that already pretty face made people dazzling.

"Je t'aime, mon amie (I love you, my friend)!" With her slender figure, Furong leaned forward and kissed Zoe hard on the cheek.

Zoe subconsciously wanted to push her away, but Furong used a bit of strength, and she couldn't push away suddenly.

"Cough, cough!" A deliberate cough came from the other side. Hermione stood on the edge of the corridor with her eyebrows and arms. Her hair was messy and she was still wearing pajamas. She was obviously just getting up, but she stared at Fleur. But his eyes were very cold.

Chapter 21 Wedding of Four (Imaginary)

Her heart froze for a while. Before Zoe could free herself from Fleur's "strap", Hermione stepped her legs and walked towards them steadily and quickly, making Zoe frightened every step of the way.She wasn't worried that Hermione would misunderstand the relationship between the two, and they really had nothing to misunderstand.What she worries about is the dispute that may come. Even if Furong's charm in the female group can be half of hers in the male group, it will not be disliked by so many girls.

Although Fleur, who was sitting on the other side, might not have heard it, Zoe, who was sitting closer to the door, caught the conversation between the Weasleys in their ears.Furong is too selfish, self-willed and arrogant, and she doesn't particularly look at the atmosphere. In addition, she is born with a good skin, which is more likely to cause homosexual hostility.

Furong still thought about kissing Zoe on the other side of the cheek, but she didn't expect the person in her arms to be snatched away.She had her back to Hermione before, and was immersed in emotion and excitement again, and naturally did not notice the sound of the person's footsteps when she approached.It seemed to her that two hands appeared out of thin air in her vision. Those hands relentlessly slapped her own hands on Zoe's back, and then pulled the person in her arms back. The flow of movement was extremely smooth.

After staring at the innocent-looking Zoe for a few seconds, Furong raised her head and saw the face of a girl pressing down on her anger, which looked familiar.The girl raised her eyebrows and opened the chair next to Zoe to sit down.

"Good morning?" Rao is a person like Furong, who can easily detect the faint hostility on Hermione. To say that Furong is not a fool, no matter how much she can be selected as a warrior, she is naturally unique. So she seemed heartless, just because she didn't care about the opinions of ordinary people.

"Good morning, Miss Delacour." Hermione was not in the mood to talk nonsense to her, and said frankly, "Although I know you two must have nothing, I know that I know, but I can ask you not to stick to my girlfriend. , Do you still do such intimate movements?"

"I remember." Furong ignored her, just patted her forehead to herself, "The one that the handsome man brought over last night... Granger? I remember you always talking to Ali (ha Lee), and Bill's brother together."

"It's Harry, Harry and Ron. The person who brought me here yesterday was Sirius and Harry's godfather." After Hermione said this string, she didn't know if Fleur listened.But Furong tilted her head and took a long time to notice the point of the previous sentence.

"Oh my God!" She suddenly screamed softly. Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley is not here (she just left to feed the chickens), otherwise there will be two pairs of condemning eyes staring at her now, "You and Zoe? I actually I don't know!" Her startled attitude startled Hermione, especially when Fleur stood up suddenly and forced her over.

"You, what do you want to do..." Hermione flinched warily.