Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Belgium is a small country sandwiched between the major powers of Western Europe. It has suffered a lot from time to time until it became independent in the mid-19th century. But the history of this land is equally long.

And to say that those Belgian wizards who have always stood outside the regular conquest, their ancestors can even go back to the ancient Celtic period.

As a result, the warm and wild banquet customs were gradually inherited by them.

Honestly, the style of this banquet is actually somewhat out of tune with this Gothic palace-the strange scene of a bonfire indoors, even the knowledgeable Mrs. Maxim Here.

But ... what should I say? This kind of wanton banquet is really the most relaxing way of activities.

Right now, the empty hall was already full of people, and everyone was sitting outside a circle of low tables, enjoying the free food and wine.

The elegant and light harp sound is mixed with the sound of African Konka drums, plus the saxophone invented by Belgium, it doesn't seem awkward at all. The melody and rhythm blend together, making all guests feel the most special style of this land.

When the sunset sinks into the horizon and the dusk turns into night, the logs piled in the center of the hall are instantly lit by a soft magic flame. There was no heavy billowing smoke, but only a faint scent of fragrance diffused in the hall, making the atmosphere of this banquet more illusionary and real.

It didn't take long for the guests to see a party walk into the hall from the door, and the middle man was the Prime Minister of Belgium. Hermione noticed that the other party couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the scene inside the temple.

Ms. Dequin followed the old housekeeper to say hello to the Prime Minister, and then they did not bother too much people's interest at this moment, but only invited the Prime Minister and others to sit down inside the hall very low-key.

Soon Dequine returned to the Hermione table, and Madame Maxim nodded slightly towards her.

"Pap."

The next moment, she saw Ms. DeQueen raise her hand and pat it twice. Then everyone saw that the two teams of beautiful women, wearing dance clothes, leaped all the way from the side door of the main hall, and gently slid to the bonfire in the center.

They dragged the magic flame that was not hot and swirled in the middle. They also touched the hearts of the guests and fell on the colorful dance floor.

"These girls should be the same as me, more or less with some pedigree," Furong put in Hermione's ear, whispered softly, "Ms. DeQueen took great care this time."

Hermione heard that, and nodded slightly.

Yes, it is obviously more difficult to find so many girls who are half-breed than to find some dolls to dance with, and I do n’t know where she came from.

"After all, there are still some Muggles here today," Hermione whispered. "If you've asked Meiwa, they'll be gone."

And to be honest, the charm ability of Meiwa is too powerful. Generally, even if they are invited to dance, there are not many men who can really appreciate it. Just like on the stadium of the Quidditch World Cup, many male wizards were just confused for a while, and those baby dolls had already finished their work. Where can you enjoy any dance poses?

It's a pity that even if De Quine put a lot of effort into this dinner and organized such a wonderful banquet in a short time, Hermione couldn't get involved.

Looking at the beautiful dance in the field, listening to the melodious music in the hall, and smelling the fragrance of food, wine and spices, she only felt that she was a bit out of place, and was more and more free from the world outside the banquet.

Well, exactly, hovering in her heart at this time, is still the heavy British land across the strait.

And at this moment, a figure suddenly walked in from the back door, passing through the slightly messy guests, all the way to Hermione.

"There was news from Camp Granger saying that Mr. Potter and his five had returned to Weymouth Port."

"what?"

Hermione froze at the word of the wizard.

"Wait ... 'five people'?"

"Yes," the other nodded, "there are five people, Mr. Potter, two brothers and sisters Weasley, and Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Abbott. More specific news has not come to us yet , But it should be coming soon. "

"So ... Mr. Blois?"

Hermione knew that the other party should only have the news, so she just said to herself, and then turned her head and gently pulled Madam Maxim next to her.

"There is new news over the camp, saying that Harry is back-I'll go and see first, and I can only ask you to look after it more."

"Oh?" Maxim said, frowning slightly. "So fast? According to your previous estimates, shouldn't it take a few more days at the earliest?"

"I don't know what might have happened," Hermione said. "In short, I'll see Harry first and let them talk! They must have a lot of very important information in their hands this time."

"Well, you go! If you're in Cherbourg and they haven't come, you must be careful when you go to Weymouth."

After briefly speaking a few words, Hermione didn't alarm the others, and just followed the wizard who came to report to quietly leave the banquet hall.

Especially the owner of Blois did not seem to have returned with Harry. She thought about it and decided that it would be better to tell the situation to the old housekeeper after everything was confirmed.

...

Moments later, Granger camp near Cherbourg, France.

Hermione, who was visible outside the camp door, nodded to the guards at the same door, and walked straight through the camp to the tent in the center of the camp ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and then she found that only Percy Alone, Harry did not seem to have returned to France from Weymouth.

"Hermione, you are here." As soon as Percy saw Hermione's arrival, she immediately rose from the table and greeted her. "I know what you want to ask, but I only received that message on my side. The secret letter sent in the past was never answered. "

As he spoke, he passed over an open note.

"no respond?"

Hermione took the note and looked at it before saying:

"The handwriting is not rushed, it should not have been written hastily ... that is, otherwise there was a small accident with little problem; otherwise, what happened to Weymouth camp after sending the secret letter ... Percy, organize the team. I want to go. "

Percy heard that and nodded immediately.

"Already preparing."