Wizet did not beat around the bush at all. "I think it should be Miss Fleur Delacour."
George suddenly let out a strange cry. "Oh, Wizet! How do you know so much?"
Fred waggled his eyebrows at Wizet as well. "Yeah! We only knew she went back with Beauxbatons. How did you know she came back here?"
"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!" Harry came to the same realization. "I was there too. She really did say that."
"Then it all matches up!" Hermione added. "If we need a reliable French guide, the best choice is naturally a French person—and someone we know."
Ginny said nothing more, merely watching Fred and George with a broad smile.
As Ginny's brothers, Fred and George naturally understood what their sister meant.
The two simply changed the subject, refusing to dwell on the matter.
Fred put on a look of sudden realization. "So that's what happened!"
"Mm..." George nodded in agreement. "I just wonder... how Fleur Delacour got to know Bill."
"That is a good question..." A pleasant voice with a distinct French accent drifted over. "Le monde est un livre dont chaque pas nous ouvre une page."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then instinctively turned to Wizet. "What does that mean? Is that French?"
"It is French. It means..." Wizet explained, "The world is a book, and every few steps we take turn another page."
Fleur Delacour turned slightly and pulled over an unoccupied chair from beside her, her movements smooth and effortless.
She sat down gracefully, her long hair cascading like a waterfall and seeming to give off a delicate silvery gleam as it swayed.
Her clear blue eyes swept across