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The ceiling is adorned with exquisite murals, vibrant in color, and a magnificent crystal chandelier hangs in the center.
The walls are covered with exquisite wallpaper depicting various patterns. The vintage Baroque furniture is arranged in an orderly manner, with its delicate carvings and flowing lines complementing the overall decorative style.
The villa's garden is equally stunning. The meticulously manicured greenery and blooming flowers complement each other, with various flowers vying for attention: purple irises, white lilies, bright yellow daisies, fiery red roses... It's like a vivid oil painting.
At the heart of the garden, in the 767 area, stands an exquisite fountain. Water flows gently from the sculpture's mouth, splashing onto the pool's surface and creating ripples that produce a melodious sound. As the setting sun shines through the mist, it forms dazzling rainbows.
Hibiscus and Gabrielle flitted about the villa like two butterflies dancing among the flowers.
They loved every corner of the place and couldn't get enough of looking at it.
The Delacours followed closely behind, their faces beaming with satisfaction. They were quite pleased with everything in their new home. They shook Levin's hand, showering him with words of gratitude.
Taking the opportunity, Furong leaned close to Levin's ear and whispered, "Hey, Levin, do you think this counts as you keeping me as a sugar daddy?"
As night fell, Gwen and Orianna returned to the villa, but this time they brought a lavish dinner.
This was a meal they prepared while the Furong family was touring the villa, to celebrate the completion of their new home, after returning to the tower to cook.
The first dish served was a plate of tempting French snails. The tender snails, paired with special garlic butter, were a delight to behold.
Next up is a classic French foie gras, served with perfectly toasted slices of bread.
The main courses consist of meticulously prepared meat dishes: pan-fried steak, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a special black pepper sauce; roasted lamb chops with a crispy skin, paired with fresh rosemary and a special garlic sauce; and a French-style baked chicken, with tender and juicy chicken, paired with a special creamy mushroom sauce and golden-brown roasted potato chunks, making it very appetizing.
Finally, there were various desserts, such as colorful French macarons and sweet crème brûlée, while the drinks were brandy and red wine purchased from the Three Brooms Bar, making the dinner romantic and pleasant.
Levin called Hermione and Cho Chang from the tower, as well as Tonks, who had been specially invited. They sat around the dining table, their laughter filling the air as they spent a wonderful evening.
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The picture shows a woman who is being kept by a sugar daddy.
Chapter 490 Class Monitor Position
The next day, Levin went to the Ministry of Magic to complete the registration process for the villa.
In fact, this procedure should have been completed before construction began. Levin was essentially getting on the bus first and then buying the ticket later. However, since Jaina had already spoken to him beforehand, the registration process went exceptionally smoothly.
Next, Levin went to the Floo Network Administration of the Department of Magical Transportation to apply for the connection of the villa's fireplace to the Floo Network.
The Department of Magical Transportation is not under Jaina's sphere of influence, but the two factions are currently in a honeymoon period, and the staff did not intend to offend Levin, a big figure in Jaina's faction. Therefore, they proceeded smoothly and quickly completed the connection with the Floo Network.
Meanwhile, the Delacours returned to Hogsmeade to buy household items for Fleur and Gabrielle. They wandered through the bustling streets, visiting various shops and selecting bed sheets, curtains, kitchen utensils, and other common household items.
The work was not complicated; in just two or three days, the villa was transformed into a warm and inviting home.
Seeing that the two sisters were settled, the Delacour couple were finally able to return to Gaul with peace of mind.
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The summer heat seemed relentless; even in mid-August, the sun continued to scorch the earth without mercy. For over ten days straight, the clear skies made England feel like it was in a giant steamer, the ground steaming like a pot of boiling potion.
In the sweltering heat, at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the Black family mansion, now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter's mood was even more volatile than the heat itself.
He sat at the table, which was littered with dishes and cups, with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand and a furrowed brow.
At that moment, his gaze was drawn to the photograph on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
The photo showed his old acquaintance, Fleur Delacour, who had also participated in the Triwizard Tournament. Dressed in her finest attire, she radiated beauty, looking like a major star. Her slender finger pointed to a television set, and her red lips parted slightly as she enthusiastically urged readers to head to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley this weekend to experience the pilot episode of the Arcane United Television.
The advertisement occupied the most prominent position, with large amounts of text and dazzling images that were impossible to ignore.
"All wizards who attend can participate in a lucky draw. The top prize, for 10 winners, is a newly developed magical television set worth 200 Galleons. The second prize, for 100 winners, is a television purchase voucher worth 50 Galleons..."
“Look at this!” Harry couldn’t help but exclaim.
He temporarily set aside his inner turmoil and pushed the newspaper toward Sirius Black sitting opposite him. "Can you believe it? Muggle televisions have actually been introduced into the wizarding world!"
Sirius Black frowned, staring intently at the front page of the Daily Prophet, his eyes filled with gloom: "Look at this front page, it's completely taken up by TV commercials! Fudge must have done this on purpose!"
His tone was indignant. "This is simply media manipulation! Harry casting spells during the holidays, such a trivial matter, is dragged into a courtroom trial and even featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet. But when Dementors attack innocent young wizards for no reason, such a huge incident is hidden in a corner by the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler, two mainstream media outlets, without even a single photo!"
At this point, he couldn't help but slam his fist on the table. "That's bad enough, but the Daily Prophet just casually described it as an accident, without mentioning the Dementors at all!"
After saying that, Sirius angrily slammed the newspaper on the table, then stood up abruptly and left his seat.
He went straight to his mother's room, the door slammed shut, and then the sound of him arguing with a portrait of his mother could be heard.
He used this as a way to vent his frustrations.
At the dinner table, the remaining people looked at each other, their eyes revealing worry.
They all knew that Sirius's dissatisfaction with the Daily Prophet and Fudge had been brewing for a long time, but he seemed particularly agitated today.
Just then, Ginny walked in from outside the room, carrying five envelopes, breaking the quiet atmosphere.
"The reading list for next semester is here, pretty early," she said, tossing one of the envelopes to Harry. Harry, who was staring blankly in the direction Sirius had gone, was startled awake by Ginny's envelope.
Harry snapped out of his reverie and opened his envelope. Inside were two parchments: one a notice reminding him that school started on September 1st, and the other a list of books he needed to buy for the next school year.
Looking at the densely packed book titles on the list, Harry couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
“Looks like we’ll have to head to Diagon Alley sometime,” Harry said. “Besides buying new books, I also need a new cauldron. Ron, what do you think? Ron…”
Harry turned to look at Ron, only to find him frozen in place like a statue, his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the letter from Hogwarts in his hand.
"Ron? What's wrong?" Harry asked, puzzled, as he went around behind Ron and peered over curiously.
When he saw the contents of the parchment, he too opened his mouth wide, his posture and expression almost exactly the same as Ron's.
"Harry, did you get it?" Hermione's voice suddenly rang out, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on the envelope in her hand without looking up. "I'm a prefect too, Harry, I'm a prefect too!"
Even though she was already the second-in-command of the Knowledge Society and the top-ranked warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, the position of class leader still made her very happy.
This is because it represents the Hogwarts professors' approval of her.
“No, Hermione.” Harry’s voice was a little hoarse. He understood Hermione’s excitement and anticipation, but he had to point out the truth. “It’s Ron, not me.”
“Ron?” Hermione looked up abruptly, her gaze falling on the red and gold badges in Ron’s hand, and she was also taken aback.
Ron can actually become a prefect?
She suddenly felt that her position as prefect had become less appealing.
Ron turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and put on a smug look.
Hermione frowned, a look of disgust on her face.
Just then, Mrs. Molly Weasley rushed over, wrapped her arms tightly around Ron's neck, and kissed him on both cheeks.
"Oh, Ron, you're amazing! Prefect! Everyone in my family is a prefect! I'm going to buy you a red and gold pajama set; it'll look great with your badge!"
“Clearly, Mom doesn’t treat us like her children.” George and Fred exchanged a glance and shrugged helplessly.
“Mom…no…Mom, please control yourself…”
Ron murmured, his voice trembling slightly, as if he had been startled by his mother's enthusiasm.
He struggled desperately to break free of his mother's embrace, but Mrs. Weasley was surprisingly strong, making it impossible for him to move.
Harry's heart seemed to be drawn by some indescribable emotion, and he was unwilling to face the scene before him any longer. So he grabbed his envelope and turned to walk towards his room.
Hermione blinked, seemingly noticing the subtle change in Harry's emotions.
She followed Harry into the room, her voice tinged with hesitation: "Are you alright, Harry?"
“That’s fantastic, Hermione,” Harry said with an exaggeratedly enthusiastic expression, but his voice betrayed a hint of awkwardness. “Excellent. Prefect, that’s wonderful.”
However, his gaze kept darting away, never meeting Hermione's.
Hermione said softly, "Thank you," and then continued somewhat hesitantly:
“Harry, actually I came to say goodbye. I’m going back to Levin’s place; we had a meeting scheduled. After that… after that, we’ll be having a formal welcome party for Fleur.”
In fact, this so-called "welcome party" was far more complicated than it appeared.
It is actually the initiation ceremony of the Genius Club (Zhao Wang Zhao), and Fleur and her sister Gabrielle, as well as Ginny and Astoria, will officially join the club in this ceremony, be able to take permanent attribute potions, and have the qualifications to freely enter and exit the tower and use various facilities.
But these things are not something that can be told to outsiders.
"What? You've only been here for a day, and you're already leaving?"
Harry stared blankly for a moment, then regained his composure, nodded blankly, and said with that overly enthusiastic tone, "Oh, okay, Hermione. Please give my regards to Levin. Go ahead, and have a good time."
Hermione hesitated for a moment before leaving.
She seemed to have something to say to Harry, but in the end she didn't say things like, "Harry, you're actually better than Ron and more suited to be a prefect."
Ginny waited for Hermione at the door, and the two left Number Twelve Grimmauld Place together.
Harry slowly walked back to the bed, collapsed onto it, and stared blankly at the foot of the wardrobe.
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Chapter 491 Television Conference
Levin, who was in the tower, also received a letter from Hogwarts. Tonks happily held Levin's prefect badge and congratulated him.
"Levin, did you see that? It's your prefect's badge!" Tonks's voice was filled with joy and admiration. "That's wonderful!"
She recalled her days at Hogwarts, when she had also dreamed of one day owning such a badge.
Her grades were also quite good, but unfortunately, because she loved playing pranks too much, Tonks always missed out on this honor.
Just then, Jaina's voice came from the doorway, "Alright, Tonks, stop being so happy. Levin, hurry up and come to the meeting room, everyone's here and waiting for you."
Levin nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the stairs.
As his power grew, Levin deliberately used the [Space Extension Charm] to further expand a room on the second floor of the tower, transforming it into a magnificent conference room.
Levin and Tonks followed Jaina to the conference room, where Onyxia, Fleur, and other members of the Genius Club, along with several other guests, were already waiting.
The main topic of today's meeting is related to the Austrian-French Joint Television Station.
After the meeting officially began, Gianna looked around at everyone and then solemnly announced: "After careful consideration by the organization, we have decided to appoint Miss Penny Harwood as the deputy director of the television station, responsible for the day-to-day management of the station."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Penny.
This young witch possessed striking beauty, with deep, bright blue eyes and long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down her snow-white skin. Her hair was tied into two braids at her temples, and she wore a beige dress that swayed gently with her steps, like a blooming marigold.
She and Tonks were classmates and close friends, both from Hufflepuff. Her magical talent was no less than Tonks', but her personality was more gentle and lovely.
"Deputy...Deputy Director, this position is too important." Penny's eyes flickered, and she seemed somewhat insecure. "Am I really capable of handling this position?"