Veela

"Phoebe?" Penelope said with delight.

Her friend actually came to Britain!

"Is that why you had such a strange expression before?"

"What did Ron Weasley do to you?" Kate looked at Ron, who was standing outside Phoebe Flourish and Blotts, pointing his wand at his throat and shouting that he was Ron bastard because of Fleur.

"How could it be that simple?"

"Keep watching." Ryan shook his head.

Inside Flourish and Blotts, Harry drew his wand.

"What did you do to my friend?" Harry asked, looking at the strange woman in front of him.

The bookstore manager returned to his original state, but still occasionally stole glances at Phoebe.

What are you doing?

"Why didn't you stop your friend when he spoke ill of my school and my country?" Phoebe, the unfamiliar woman in Harry's eyes, said with a smile.

Her lips curled up slightly, and Harry felt his anger inexplicably vanish.

"But this—" Harry didn't know what to say.

He could only stand there, staring intently at the ground.

He dared not look at the woman in front of him again, for fear of forgetting Ginny.

But the more he tried to escape, the more his mind was drawn to the woman in front of him.

Even when I wasn't looking at her, the unknown fragrance in the air that came from her became even more pronounced and captivating.

"Madam, you are a student of Beauxbatons."

"Are you here to buy some Hogwarts textbooks to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I am not very talented, but as the owner of Flourish and Blotts, I am very knowledgeable about all textbooks."

While Harry was still in a daze, the manager of Flourish and Blotts began to fawn over him.

He was a bit hesitant at first, but became very confident when he talked about his profession later on.

Later on, she even started introducing herself with outrageous information such as being unmarried, having a high salary, graduating from Hogwarts, and her home address.

Just as Harry's thoughts were getting increasingly out of control, believing that the bookstore manager was stealing his thunder, to the point that he was about to point his wand at the manager, the door opened.

The person who entered startled Harry, and he returned to normal.

It's Mrs. Weasley!

She dragged Ron in by the ear.

He stared intently at the charming woman.

"I don't think this is a good way to treat a child," Mrs. Weasley squinted and released Ron's ear.

"Mom, it's all my fault. I just said bad things about this lady."

"I deserve this," Ron said with a smug grin.

He covered his ear, which had been pinched until it was bright red, and looked at the woman Winky.

"Mrs. Weasley, it was indeed your son who first slandered this young lady's country and school," the bookstore manager said, stepping forward with his chest puffed out.

Mrs. Weasley's anger subsided considerably, and she turned her gaze to Harry.

"It's true."

"This young lady is from Beauxbatons, France," Harry nodded.

"You come out here!" Mrs. Weasley hurriedly pulled Ron out, seemingly about to give him another scolding.

Harry followed closely behind.

Ron, however, kept turning back. "My name is Ron Weasley, Ravenclaw student. See you when school starts!"

Mrs. Weasley slowed her pace as she pulled Ron toward the Leaky Cauldron.

"That girl from just now definitely has Veela blood."

"It's good that you're not like Ron," Mrs. Weasley said gently to Harry.

"What are Veela?" Harry asked curiously.

This may be related to the source of that woman's charm.

"They are humanoid creatures. In their normal state, they are as stunningly beautiful as human women, with skin that glows with a soft, moon-like light, and their hair that flows behind them even without wind."

"And when they're angry, they transform into terrifying bird-like creatures that can hurl fireballs." Mrs. Weasley paused, then uttered the last few words with difficulty, "Their charm can drive men mad and infatuated."

"Can Veela and wizards have children?" Harry asked.

Harry couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

If Half-Veela are like this, imagine what it would be like for Veela.

Thinking about it that way, turning into a bird's head isn't so bad.

It might even be more exciting!

"What about that lady? Could she also turn into a bird-like creature?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Half-Veela inherit some Veela traits from their mothers, such as stunning beauty and the ability to fascinate men."

Mrs. Weasley said to Harry, then looked at Ron, "But whether Half-Veela have the ability to Transfiguration birds like regular Veela is still unknown."

"How could that be?" Ron frowned.

When he first saw that woman, he had already decided what to name his child.

Mrs. Weasley's words worried him; what if his child happened to have a bird's head?

"Alright, there's hardly anyone around here," Mrs. Weasley said softly to Ron, who was still struggling with his decision, after glancing around at the surroundings.

Harry couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But Ron doesn't seem to realize the danger is approaching.

"Ron Weasley!"

"You can tell me why I saw you and Harry in Diagon Alley!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was gentle.

But this caused Ron, who had just been frowning, to turn deathly pale and start trembling.

"We... we're here to buy textbooks."

"Yes, if it weren't for that lady, we would have already bought the books and come back!" Ron said hurriedly.

"It's really true!"

"What we need are 'The Monster Book of Monsters,' 'Intermediate Transfiguration,' 'Standard Book of Spells (Level 3),' and 'Unfogging the Future.'"

"If you don't believe me, wait until the book list arrives and then you can check it against the list."

"Harry, say something!" Ron shrank his neck and couldn't help but swallow.

"We are indeed planning to buy books."

"The bookstore manager thought we were students from the other three schools in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Then Ron relapsed into his old habit and went on to say bad things about the schools."

"You know the rest," Harry said, mustering his courage.

"So how did you get here?"

"If it's Floo Network, then that's easy to handle."

"But if—" Mrs. Weasley's lips were slightly upturned, but to Ron it looked like a tiger baring its fangs.

He nervously rummaged in his pocket, hoping to find the non-existent green Floo Powder.

"I'm doomed! If Mom finds out that Harry used the Mirror World to get to Diagon Alley again because of me, I'm finished!" Ron couldn't help but think.

"This is it!" Harry pulled out the Floo Powder he had prepared beforehand.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost cried.

"You guys are lucky!"

"Don't blame me for being too strict, Harry."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"The outside world is too dangerous."

"Ron was lucky today. What if he had encountered a Dark Wizard instead of Half-Veela?"

"..." Mrs. Weasley said earnestly.