Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

"Oh! Bill, my dear!" Fleur Delacour rushed over as soon as the Weasleys emerged from the security checkpoint, grabbing Bill Weasley's arm in hers.
"Fleur!" Bill Weasley excitedly put down his luggage, picked up Fleur, spun her around in a circle, and then put her down.

“It’s been two weeks since we last met, I’ve missed you so much, darling!” Fleur gave Weasley a passionate French kiss. “You’ve lost so much weight since the last time we met.”

As she spoke, Fleur reached out and touched Bill Weasley's cheek.

“I miss you too!” Bill Weasley said after returning the kiss.

“I’m sure you know them all.” Bill Weasley released Fleur Delacour, stepped aside, and introduced them one by one: “My father, my mother, Charlie, George and Fred, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, your old friend Harry, and Harry’s godfather, Mr. Black.”

"Hello." Fleur-Delacour gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then politely shook hands with everyone in turn.

Everyone returned the gesture with equal politeness, shaking hands in return.

"Let's go, I've prepared a carriage for you," Fleur said after greeting you. "If all goes well, you'll be lying in a warm bed at the Paris hotel in an hour."

“Oh, no, wait, Fleur,” Mr. Weasley interrupted somewhat awkwardly. “Thank you very much for your kind offer, but Tierra wants our trip to be conducted entirely in the Muggle style. So I think I should probably take Jasmine and the children to buy tickets and travel to Paris in a Muggle car.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Fleur-Delacour feigned surprise, then said with a grin, “But that Tyella sitting in my carriage didn’t say that.”

"Tierra is here too?" Hermione asked in shock.

“Yes,” Fleur said. “He can’t wait to know what your first experience was like on a Muggle cruise ship.”

“Where did you park the carriage?” Hermione asked eagerly. “One street away,” Fleur said with a smile. “This is a Muggle-controlled area, and carriages aren’t allowed in the dock parking lot, so I parked it in the block closest to the harbor.”

“Let’s go.” Fleur grabbed Bill Weasley’s arm and walked away laughing.

Led by Fleur Delacour, the group followed her out of the docks, through the parking lot, and finally onto the sun-drenched streets—

A spacious and antique-style carriage appeared before them.

The carriage was not large, but it was decorated with exquisite flowers and classical patterns, exuding a romantic and elegant beauty.

“Ah, welcome, my family, congratulations on your arrival in France by cruise ship.” Tierra opened her arms to welcome everyone.

Harry opened his arms to welcome Tyella's embrace, but—

"You've had a tough time, Hermione." Thiele reached out and hugged Hermione, then patted her shoulder and asked with concern, "Are you settling in alright?"

"Um...habit?" Hermione was a little taken aback. "How could I not be used to it?"

"That's good. And Harry, you've worked hard." Tierra patted Harry on the shoulder. "Now, everyone, get in the car. We'll talk as we go. I can't wait to know how you all feel."