Relations between Fleur and the Weasley family were strained, and after the Battle of Hogwarts, she chose to return home for a while.
Originally from France, she stayed with her younger sister, who was preparing to enroll at Beauxbatons.
The Delacour family was an old and distinguished French lineage. Though not listed among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, they still held considerable influence in France.
"I hate social gatherings," Gabrielle Delacour muttered, tugging at her dress.
Like her sister, Gabrielle, despite her young age, already showed the makings of a beauty.
As she grew, standing beside Fleur, the two were like a pair of blooming flowers.
Because of her participation in the Battle of Hogwarts, Fleur had been recognized as a war hero.
As soon as she returned to France, the Ministry of Magic awarded her a medal for bravery.
Her father, Monsieur Delacour, considered this a cause for celebration and, at the same time, a way to retaliate against the Weasley family, who did not know how to appreciate her. He organized a grand banquet.
Among the invited guests were not only prominent figures from the wizarding world but also many outstanding young wizards of similar age to Fleur.
He intended to prove through his actions that his exceptional daughter had no need to seek anyone's approval.
What did the Weasley family amount to?
Faced with such an occasion, Fleur effortlessly became the most dazzling socialite.
Amidst a gathering of handsome men and beautiful women, she still stood out as the most radiant of them all.
The French Minister for Magic attended the banquet and spoke with Monsieur Delacour.
"Delacour, your daughter grows more beautiful by the day, just like her mother."
"I truly wonder what kind of person could be fortunate enough to take such a beautiful and brave young lady on a date."
"Haha, Minister Roland, my daughter is not as exceptional as you think," Monsieur Delacour replied, though anyone could see he was on the verge of floating with pride.
The Minister for Magic, Charles Roland, naturally understood his old friend's mood. His intention was also to draw the head of the Delacour family closer.
After all, the Delacours were not only prominent figures in France but also a family closely connected to that man, Johnny Silverhand, no… John Wick.
John Wick, the young wizard who had killed Voldemort.
Since he acknowledged the identity of Johnny Silverhand, the information that came to light had already made the Ministries of Magic across various countries uneasy.
Not yet seventeen, he had slain the once-dominant Voldemort, built a vast commercial empire, and established order among the Dark wizards of a nation.
A person like that was feared by all.
One country had already suffered an attack from this young Second King. After the Japanese Ministry of Magic was exposed for human experimentation, it had fractured into several factions.
Their magical society was now in turmoil.
How could someone like this not draw attention?
For wizards, their peak was not at seventeen or eighteen, but much later, around their forties or fifties.
That was the height of magical power. After that period, it might begin to decline.
But John still had at least thirty years ahead of him.
If he already stood at the peak at seventeen, what kind of terrifying figure would he become in thirty years?
Different countries had different attitudes toward this Second King. The French Ministry of Magic intended to build friendly relations with him.
He was not only a deterrent comparable to a nuclear weapon, but also a source of immense benefits and profit.
Take Barty Crouch Sr., for example. Once pushed out of contention for Minister for Magic, after coming into contact with John Wick, he had risen to become the most successful Minister in a century.
Charles Roland could not deny his envy. The immense profits behind the Silverhand Group were enough to tempt anyone.
Most importantly, Minister Roland did not have many years left in office.
If he did not seize the opportunity to achieve something now, he might not even have the chance to leave his name behind in history.
By building ties with the Delacour family, even if he could not directly approach John Wick, information about the group known as the Constellation Society was already on his desk.
The Constellation Society.
Ten members.
Eight pure-bloods.
Five from the top five families among the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Two families with the potential to fill vacant positions among the Twenty-Eight.
The combined influence behind them was enough to launch a coup and overthrow a nation's Ministry of Magic.
Among the two who were not pure-bloods, one was Kim Ledisley, known as the Sun of Ilvermorny in America.
The other was John Wick.
Such an organization, filled with monsters, even with its small number, was destined to shape the future of the magical world.
And their leader was none other than John Wick.
Minister Roland could not help but wonder if they intended to rule the wizarding world.
"I must win over the Delacours," he resolved silently.
On the surface, he continued chatting and laughing with Monsieur Delacour.
Gabrielle swung her legs in boredom. Unlike her sister, she was not suited for such occasions and was far more interested in stories of adventure.
She wished her sister would tell her once more about the awesome big bro Wick.
At that moment, she noticed a confused-looking courier outside.
It immediately piqued her curiosity.
Among wizards, letters were always delivered by owls. She had never seen someone deliver a letter in person.
Seeing that her family was not paying attention to her, she lifted her skirt and ran outside.
The courier looked nearly eighty years old, unsteady on his feet as he repeatedly checked the address.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Gabrielle asked as she approached him.
The courier coughed a few times. Getting here had clearly taken him considerable effort.
"Is this the residence of Fleur Delacour?"
"Yes. What do you need?"
"Please deliver this letter to her."
He handed Gabrielle an envelope bearing an ouroboros shaped like the number eight. His expression turned blank as he muttered to himself, "How did I end up here?"
With that, he shook his head and walked away as if he could not even see Gabrielle.
Gabrielle picked up the envelope. The moment she saw the name on it, she ran into the banquet in excitement.
"Gabrielle, mind your manners!" Madame Delacour was chatting with the other ladies.
Noticing her daughter's improper behavior, she immediately spoke up to stop her.
Gabrielle had no choice but to slow down and make her way over to her sister.
Fleur, who was being pestered by the Minister for Magic's son, maintained a polite smile.
"Fleur, Big Bro Wick sent you a letter."
"John?" Fleur's face lit up with surprise. She excused herself to the others and left with graceful composure.
Reaching Gabrielle, she kissed her on the cheek.
"You are truly my savior."
Fleur took the envelope from Gabrielle. Seeing the name on it, she frowned slightly. "Why didn't he send it by owl?"
John's owl, Basil, usually delivered letters in the most direct way possible, barging straight into people's homes.
Since this one had been brought in from outside, it clearly was not delivered by Basil.
The ouroboros on the envelope began to rotate, forming a complete ring.
Fleur opened the letter, her expression shifting from confusion to seriousness.
When it came to explaining things to an intelligent witch, John did not bother with unnecessary words.
The message was simple and direct. John told Fleur that he was trapped in the past due to time magic and asked her to gather people and head to the Silverhand Manor.
The parchment quickly folded itself into a card.
"Father, I'm returning to Britain!" Fleur called out loudly.
Monsieur Delacour, who had been receiving praise from the Minister for Magic, froze. She had just returned and was already leaving?
But Fleur no longer cared about appearances. She broke into a run, tore away the cumbersome part of her dress, and drew her wand, sending a streak of blue light into the fireplace.
The flames turned blue, and she hurried inside.
Her decisive manner made the Minister swallow the word "lady" that had been on the tip of his tongue.
"Your daughter is quite… decisive," the Minister said with an awkward laugh.
Monsieur Delacour could only smile just as awkwardly.
…
The courier carried the third letter into Godric's Hollow.
The young courier carefully checked the address.
He had already walked around the area several times but still could not find it.
Scratching his head, he muttered, "Strange, it should be here."
Just as he was wondering whether the letter sent from France was even real, an old voice spoke.
"I suppose that letter is for me."
The courier jumped in fright. An old man had appeared before him without him noticing.
His appearance was rather peculiar, with a white beard that seemed slightly singed, as if it had been accidentally burned.
The sudden appearance of the old man left the courier confused. He cautiously asked,
"Are you… Dumbledore?"
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