Phoenix's birthday party was very lively, and even though it had been going on for six hours since noon, everyone still gathered together with great interest, as if there was an endless topic to talk about. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoUsually everyone is scattered all over the world, and only major events and festivals get together.

The hall was bustling with thousands of people, but no one felt uncomfortable. A huge golden lantern hanging in the center of the ceiling lit red, and there were real elves flickering in the lamp, and each elf was a bright point of light.

Cubicles for people to rest, everywhere, are usually placed on the edges. Beautiful, soft music comes from all directions, but you will never find an instrument, a virtuoso.

House-elves squeaked through the jungle of calves, holding heavy silver platters that covered their bodies and looked like roaming tables. The food and drinks at each small table are different, and the individual needs of each guest are as much as possible.

If you can't find a dish that satisfies you, the menu on the small table has a more varied choice. Just pronounce the name of the dish, and soon a house-elf will send it to you.

In the center of the hall was the half-eaten phoenix cake, which was walking around angrily on the round table - the cake was not equipped with the magic to make it fly, otherwise it would be embarrassing to fly out.

"Have you heard, the descendants of Kassandra Trelawney have been found insane in Portugal, supposedly tortured by Voldemort. Harry looked back in surprise to see a few witches and wizards who were chatting with each other, their heads covered with the white mist of pipes.

He pretended to pick up a glass of butterbeer and stood back so he could hear better.

"I know she's teaching divination at Hogwarts, but she doesn't know much. ”

"If she didn't have the skills, why would Voldemort arrest her? The person next to me obviously disagreed, "I have a friend who works as a therapist in Lisbon, and I heard that she was tortured enough that there was basically no chance of recovery. ”

"For the sake of prophecy, last year it was not reported in the newspapers that there was an important prophecy about the defeat of Voldemort, which was written by her. ”

"Phoenix should know very well, he's not at Hogwarts, he should know the witch. ”

Harry subconsciously looked towards Phoenix. He was at odds with a group of wizards in beautiful armor, being manipulated by the painters, and around him were at odds with the people in full costumes.

"So what, I don't think Voldemort is a threat. ”

"Do you think Voldemort is a hero?" the middle-aged witch with a lady's pipe looked at her companion with interest, "isn't that what you've always seen?"

"Yes, every once in a while, there will be a character who can surpass his parents, environment, bloodline, origin, and even personality traits, break through the convention, and surprise everyone. It's a pity that we deal exclusively with heroes. Under our well-established system, only heroes can break the barriers we have set, but as long as we deal with them properly, we don't have to fear them at all. ”

"The cliché -- "

The conversation inevitably shifted from Professor Trelawney to Voldemort, and their peaceful argument turned into a big argument with one trumpet at a time.

Harry took the Butterbeer and returned to the painter.

Harry was used to the people here, and all the strange things he thought of Voldemort. He had nothing to do at the banquet, and he didn't have a single acquaintance—Hermione was surrounded by a group of Phoenix cousins. He was pestered by a drunken uncle in Phoenix, and he couldn't figure out if Harry was his son. Because he was also dark-haired, Harry was wandering around to avoid him, hearing quite a few interesting things.

"All right, gentlemen. Let's take a look and hope you are satisfied. The painter finally finished the painting, put away his brush and wand, and shouted to everyone.

"Merlin, it's finally over. Phoenix jumped to his feet.

"That's good, but I think you're smiling a little silly, Phoenix. "Gustav adjusts, his beard, and comments on the painting.

"I laughed all day, I ask you, be reasonable. Phoenix rubbed his cheeks.

Detreville looked depressed, holding a glass of flame whiskey, and approached Phoenix. The mighty armor on his body further accentuated his current decadence and disappointment.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to rest first. ”

Phoenix turned his head to look him up and down.

"You look tired—"

"Thank you. He barely paid attention to what Phoenix was saying and hurried away.

Watch as Detreville slumped through the crowd and disappeared into the halls.

"Poor fellow, I never knew the difference between being addicted to drugs and playing around. André waited for Detreville to go away, then leaned over and said.

Just yesterday, Andrei told him. Henry Jr., Detreville's son, is arrested by the Magical Law Enforcement Team on suspicion of reselling illegal potions and drugs. He was sentenced to 1 year in prison, which he will carry out after he has undergone withdrawal treatment in the hospital.

If little Henry can pick himself up and do something big to impress, maybe he still has a chance to make a career. Otherwise, with a prison record, he would never want to serve in an official institution in this life, and normally, his father de Tréville's position as the administrator of the French Galleons had to choose another heir.

"He's such a son—who are you going to let take over France?"

"De El Blay or Del Frael, the two of them are more suitable. Phoenix thought for a moment and said two names.

"Draphael?" said Andre, puzzled, "who will take Bilow's place?"

Both De Elblay and Draphael are administrators of small countries, their regions are small, there are few wizards, they do not have their own independent financial systems, and they share the same financial institutions with the surrounding large countries.

Luxembourg in De El Bré relied on France, usually as an assistant to the French Galleon administrators. Delafel's Liechtenstein relied on Switzerland and followed Bülow to the whole of Oguringotts, and he was even more capable of doing business, and Bülow appreciated him.

"His daughter is very good, and there is no need to choose another heir. Phoenix spread his hands. Personally, he leaned towards Draphael, but it wasn't a matter of urgency, "I'm going to change this armor, I'm going to meet with Love, and I'll cover for me later." ”

"Okay. ”

On his way to the break room, Phoenix was always pestered, and he had to stop and say a few words. What's even more outrageous is that two male wizards who are similar to him have to fight a duel because they are jealous, and he is fortunate that Watson helps him deal with it.

Behind a burgundy curtain was a dimly lit lounge. The floor is covered with large soft cushions, and if a few good friends want to talk to each other alone, it is a suitable and quiet place.

Phoenix picked up the mead on the table and drank it down.

This day can exhaust him, although there are no rituals and procedures to determine his status as the head of the family, but at the banquet he always wants everyone to know what Phoenix looks like. This inevitably caused him to wander around the banquet, and after shaking hands with everyone, his wrists were extremely sore. Then you have to put on the armor and leave a coronation painting with the important members of the family. It's a tradition.

"I'm sorry, there's someone. The curtain was pulled up, and the noise outside slipped in. Phoenix hurriedly said.

At this time, he felt that his body had a bad reaction.