Hermione looked at Arthur in surprise.

"Cousin, you didn’t tell my parents?"

She clearly remembered that Arthur wrote home every week. There was no reason something as significant as the Triwizard Tournament wouldn’t have been mentioned.

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"And how do you think your parents would feel if I wrote to them saying you were about to fight a fire dragon?"

The Grangers were Muggles. Unlike him, they had no understanding of Hermione’s true strength.

If they had known their daughter was participating in something so dangerous, they would have worried themselves sick.

Hermione immediately realized the problem after hearing his response.

However, Mrs. Granger had already caught onto the key point.

Her daughter... fought a dragon?

"My God," Mrs. Granger said in disbelief. "You actually fought a dragon?"

Hermione waved her hand quickly.

"Not exactly. The Triwizard Tournament did have a task involving fire dragons, but I didn’t actually fight one."

Mrs. Granger frowned.

"Why does it sound like you regret that? That’s a dragon!"

Hermione replied casually, "What’s so special about a dragon? We have a better one at home."

Mrs. Granger blinked.

"Can Ifrit even count? She’s so small—"

Before she could finish, Arthur stood up and interrupted gently.

"Auntie, Ifrit isn’t small anymore. She’s already returned to her original size, and she’s much larger than ordinary fire dragons."

"And her level is far above that of normal dragons. A single scale from her is enough to intimidate them, so there’s really no need to worry."

"Besides," he added with a faint smile, "with Hermione’s current strength, dealing with a fire dragon would be trivial for her."

Fleur, standing nearby, felt this deeply.

After being eliminated in the third task, she had been rescued from the maze by Madame Maxime, but she had still witnessed Hermione’s battle with Voldemort afterward.

In her eyes, anyone capable of defeating Voldemort could certainly handle a few fire dragons.

What surprised her more was something else entirely.

Arthur... raised a dragon?

Judging from what he had just said, this dragon could freely change its size. The small red lizard that occasionally perched on Arthur’s shoulder—Ifrit—was that really her true form?

Fleur found herself thoroughly shaken.

Mrs. Granger, meanwhile, looked at Hermione skeptically.

"You really have that kind of strength?"

Hermione didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she took out yesterday’s Wizard Weekly from her Sumeru Ring and handed it over with a proud expression, just like when she used to bring home good grades as a child.

Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter and felt a sudden wave of emotion.

Somehow, the little girl she remembered had grown into a graceful young woman before she realized it.

She accepted the magazine and began flipping through it.

"Alright," she said, "tell me about this Triwizard Tournament."

Hermione nodded and pulled her parents onto the living room sofa, beginning to recount everything that had happened during the semester.

Seeing this, Arthur quietly turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Although he had technically abducted a house-elf from Hogwarts, he still preferred cooking himself when the family gathered together or during special occasions.

It simply felt warmer that way.

As for Fleur, he wasn’t worried about her feeling awkward in the slightest. With her social skills, she could join any conversation effortlessly.

Sure enough, she soon began chiming in, occasionally adding details as Hermione described the tournament.

As time passed, the aroma of Arthur’s cooking gradually filled the Granger household.

Drawn by the smell, Fleur wandered into the kitchen and saw Arthur skillfully working at the stove.

She exclaimed in surprise, "I didn’t expect you to be able to cook!"

Arthur laughed lightly.

"There’s a lot about me you wouldn’t expect."

As he spoke, he lifted his left hand slightly. The soy sauce bottle not far away floated through the air into his palm.

Pouring it into the pan, he asked casually, "So, have you decided what you want to do in England yet?"

After graduating from Beauxbatons, Fleur had chosen to stay in Britain, but she still hadn’t decided on a career.

"Not yet," Fleur admitted, shaking her head. "But... is it really alright for you to do that?"

Arthur glanced at her in confusion.

"What’s the problem?"

Fleur pointed at the soy sauce bottle floating back into place.

"Isn’t underage magic outside school forbidden by the Ministry?"

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Isn’t it a bit late to ask that? Did you forget how we got back here?"

Only then did Fleur remember—they had Apparated directly home earlier.

And yet the Ministry had never come knocking.

She quickly realized the answer.

Arthur must have blocked the Ministry’s detection somehow.

His next words confirmed it.

"I blocked the Ministry’s trace a long time ago."

Seeing her stunned expression, he added calmly, "Besides, for certain reasons, my actual age is already over eighteen."

Fleur blinked in surprise.

"You’re already an adult?"

Arthur nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing," Fleur said quickly, shaking her head.

But inwardly, she felt a weight lift from her heart.

For a long time, she had felt awkward about developing feelings for someone younger than herself. She feared rejection—feared being told she was chasing someone too young.

So even though she had stayed in England and followed Arthur home, she had never openly confessed her feelings.

Now, knowing he was already an adult, her hesitation finally faded.

As for the fact that Arthur already had Hermione and Ranni by his side...

Well, since there were already two, surely one more wouldn’t matter.

Love had a way of blinding people—especially the love of a Veela.

Once they chose someone, their devotion lasted until death.

Even though Fleur only possessed a quarter of Veela blood, that instinct still lingered within her.

That was why she had boldly followed Arthur home.

Many girls at Hogwarts admired him, but none dared to confess because of Hermione and Ranni.

Fleur, however, simply cast aside that concern and chose to pursue what she wanted.

In that regard, even Huo Xi, carefree as she was, might not have been as decisive.

Arthur plated the finished dish and turned around, only to find Fleur staring at him absentmindedly.

He waved a hand in front of her face.

"Fleur? What are you staring at?"

She snapped back to reality and hurriedly grabbed the first excuse that came to mind.

"I was thinking about what kind of job I should find. Can you help me think of something?"

She certainly couldn’t admit she had been thinking about how to pursue him.

That would be far too embarrassing.

Arthur thought for a moment.

"What about becoming a fashion designer?"

Fleur tilted her head.

"Like Madam Malkin’s robe shop?"

Having lived mostly in the wizarding world, the concept was somewhat unfamiliar to her. After all, it was a relatively modern Muggle profession.

"Not quite," Arthur explained. "Clothing shops sell clothes. Designers create them."

"In simple terms, you study fashion trends, gather information on what’s popular, and design clothes people want to wear."

"The stores handle the sales. Designers just collect the profits."

The reason Arthur suggested it was simple—Fleur had excellent taste in clothing. He had noticed it many times before.

She seemed well suited for it.

Fleur considered this seriously. She did enjoy experimenting with different outfits and often modified her own clothes to improve them.

It sounded appealing.

Still, she hesitated.

"It sounds good," she admitted. "But I don’t have any professional experience. What if no one likes what I design?"

Arthur smiled reassuringly.

"Don’t worry. The Muggle world has systematic learning materials. You can buy them and learn step by step."

"Who knows? You might even combine wizarding and Muggle styles and create something popular in both worlds."

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