Harry Potter's Bastard

Half a month later, when Solim and Toth finally sorted out the information they had obtained from Slytherin, the fourth meeting of the Potions Elders was held.

Muggle dignitaries and dignitaries from all over Europe gathered at Windsor Castle.

Of course, there were people on the wizard's side.

Solim, Lucius, Malfoy, and Fred, almost all of the chairmen and members of the Communications Committee were present. George didn't come because he wanted to see the store.

Of course, this is just an excuse. Fred said George had recently been quite close to a female clerk in their store.

The above are wizards with a Presbyterian background, as well as people from the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione, the director of the Department of Cooperation on Muggle Things, also arrived, along with two bodyguards - Sirius and Harry.

They are all people with official backgrounds.

The remaining wizards are either the head of a Potions Chamber of Commerce or the agent of a plantation.

There were 152 Muggle attendees and 15 wizards.

Walking through the palatial rooms of Windsor Castle, they finally came to Waterloo Hall. The most striking thing in this hall is the long, unspeakable table.

How long is it?

It is a long table that can seat 168 people.

They will have a luncheon here, and in the afternoon they will go to St. George's Hall to exhibit potions.

As the chairman of the communication committee, Solim naturally has to sit in the guest of honor, with Prince Charles on his left and Hermione on his right.

Dining etiquette is a clear arrangement of the royal family, and Lucius and Draco have a family history, so naturally they will not make a fool of themselves in this regard.

Hermione is also from a middle-class family, and she reads a lot, and she has never eaten pork and seen a pig run, and she will not go wrong.

As for Fred, who looks a little unreliable, he is also a pure-blood, and since the business has been getting better and better, he and George will inevitably attend banquets, and naturally they have seen this set.

Only Harry......

Poor Lord Savior had lived in a closet under the stairs since he was a child, and the Dursleys apparently wouldn't take him to any banquets. The only dining etiquette he learned was from Hogwarts - the kind that he started with his hands and nibbled on the drumsticks.

So he was confused.

Harry had never seen so much cutlery on a table.

In his mind, a plate, a cup, a pair of knives and forks, and a spoon for drinking soup, that was all there was to the tableware.

But what was in front of him?

In the middle was the dinner plate, which he knew, and there was a triangular napkin under the dinner plate.

But on the left side of the plate are indeed two forks, one long and one short, the short one is on the outside, and the long one is on the inside.

He doesn't understand this.

There is also a slightly smaller plate in the upper left corner of the plate, on which a small knife is placed horizontally.

What is it?

On the right hand side of the plate were knives and spoons, which he knew.

But why are there two cups?

Then Harry looked elsewhere on the table, and he was dumbfounded.

Decorative flowers, as well as some other bottles and jars, are arranged in a staggered manner on the long table at a certain distance. And that's not all, there are also some very beautiful looking fabrics that have been artistically placed in cups......

Harry didn't feel like he belonged here, preferring the Hogwarts tables.

Although the luncheon hadn't officially started yet, he had a hunch that it was going to be a pretty difficult time for him.

Prince Charles was the first to take his seat, and as he rolled his napkin to his lap, the guests finished their movements, except for Harry, who sat stupidly.

"Put a napkin on your lap. "

Fred whispered.

Harry hurriedly did so, but because he was several beats slower and moved too much, many people looked at him.

"Dingding-ding-"

Charles banged on his glass and drew everyone's attention. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"First of all, let me introduce today's special guests -

The Chairman of the Communications Committee, Mr. Solim of Selwyn. "

Solim smiled slightly stiff.

"From the Director of the Department of Collaboration at the Ministry of Magic, Lady Granger, my God, she's so young!"

Solim glanced blankly at Hermione beside her, and he felt the girl's toes clenched. []

Hopefully her shoes are sturdy enough.

"Then there was the director of the British liaison office – Mr. Lucius from Malfoy. "

Then Lucius ...... to the wizards in the room. It wasn't just wizards, but also the Muggles present, who showed what it meant to be perfect.

Solim noticed several female Muggle eyes pinned to Lucius' face and refused to look away.

I have to say that Lucius's demeanor is indeed perfect, the curvature of the corners of his mouth is just right, and the clothes perfectly interpret the superb aesthetics of the pure-blood family.....

Seriously, Solim would have preferred Lucius to be in his place, he would have been able to handle the important Muggles well.

If it weren't for the family's request, Solim wouldn't have been here at all. He felt déjà vu—he remembered.

When Slughorn invited him to join the slug club, he made many excuses, and even once even thought about how to break his leg in order to refuse.

I can't do that today, and it's too late.

The lengthy introduction phase finally ended, and the waiters streamed in through the gate to begin serving the meal.

The luncheon officially began.

Harry was in the same mood as Solim, and he felt that he shouldn't be here.

Thankfully, though, he was caught between Draco and Fred, unlike Solim, who had to deal with Muggle greetings.

In fact, Harry felt out of place.

In order not to continue to embarrass himself in dining etiquette, he always watches what others do first, and then learns from him.

"It's hard, isn't it?"

Fred's foot kicked him under the table, revealing a gloating smirk.

"I'd rather have a fight with the Dark Wizard. "

Harry looked at the steak in front of him and felt that the knife and fork in his hand weighed like a thousand pounds.

"Hey, what are you, look at Solim. "

Fred looked at him.

"We all know him well and know that he is very reluctant to 4.2, but you can't tell it from the outside, and even have a good conversation with Muggles, I think you should learn from it. "

"I'm an Auror, and I don't need to talk to Muggles. "

Harry finally stuck his fork into his chop. He couldn't have eaten nothing, that would be rude.

"Oh?" Fred grinned, "I can understand that you're discriminating against them?"

Harry almost threw the knife out of his hand.

In today's wizarding world, blatant discrimination against Muggles is illegal. He also knew that Fred was joking with him and wanted to ease his discomfort, but apparently Fred's joke wasn't funny.

In fact, Harry was even more uncomfortable, and he even fantasized unrealistically that it would be nice for a group of dark wizards to suddenly break in and suffer so that he wouldn't have to sit here anymore and endure the torment.