Vizet had no intention of keeping them in suspense and said bluntly, "I think it should be Miss Fleur Delacour."
George let out a sudden strange cry. "Ooh! Vizet! How do you know so much about it?"
Fred also waggled his eyebrows at Vizet. "Yeah! We only knew she went back with Beauxbatons. How do you know she came over again?"
"Because she told us about it," Luna explained with a smile. "She wanted to find a job in England and improve her language skills."
"Oh, right!" Harry realized too. "I was there at the time. She did say something like that."
"Then that matches up!" Hermione said, picking up the thread. "If we need to find a reliable French guide, the best choice would naturally be someone from France, and someone we know at that."
Ginny did not say much. She only looked at Fred and George with a broad smile.
As Ginny's older brothers, Fred and George of course understood what their sister meant.
The two of them simply changed the subject outright and stopped dwelling on it.
Fred put on an expression of sudden enlightenment. "So there was something like that!"
"Hmm..." George nodded in agreement. "I just wonder... how this Fleur Delacour got to know Bill."
"That is a good question..." A pleasant voice with an obvious French accent sounded. "Le monde est un livre dont chaque pas nous ouvre une page."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then subconsciously turned to Vizet and asked, "What does that mean? Is it French?"
"It's French. It means..." Vizet explained, "The world is a book, and every few steps we take opens a few pages."
Fleur Delacour turned slightly, pulled over an empty chair from beside her, and moved with effortless grace.
She sat down elegantly, her