Chapter 8: The Daily Life of the Wizards - The Banquet (I)

After a few days of overcast, it was finally a rare sunny day.

Far from the hustle and bustle of Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor is busy preparing for a dance party in the evening.

Mrs. Malfoy, Narcissa, was curling her hair as she directed the house-elves to iron out the gown she was to wear for the evening, and at the same time polished the polished porcelain even more shiny.

She walked around the room, checking every nook and cranny to make sure nothing was wrong.

She raised her hand to open the curtains, letting the golden sunlight shine in, making the interior warm and bright, and the purple wallpaper and luxurious chandeliers added a kind of luxury to this brightness.

Looking out of the window, you can also see a large garden covering a large area, countless delicate flowers under the effect of magic, blooming at all times, the fragrance of flowers is fragrant; There are a few more feathered peacocks strolling leisurely on the grass with their heads held high, showing off their screens from time to time......

A qiē and a qiē are incomparably serene and beautiful, flawless.

In fact, there is nothing more joyful for the mistress of a family than to 'see that everything in the house is in order'.

"Honey, it's just a simple little party, you don't have to be so serious."

Lucius sat lazily on the sofa in the small living room, and on the long table in front of the sofa were coffee cups that had not been removed and a stack of letters and newspapers that had not yet been read.

"Lucius, this is the first ball of the year at Malfoy Manor." Narcissa replied disapprovingly, "It's just a small party, but if you don't put on a show, those scheming bastards outside really think that our family will fall after that man falls." ”

"Well, you're right." Lucius continued to look down at the letter, he glanced at the letter on the table, and picked out an envelope with a very chic shape and a charming font to open it, "Oh, Sissi, Mrs. Zabini can't come to tonight's ball." ”

"What's going on?"

"His husband died again."

“…… It's a pity. ”

"Indeed."

"What time is this?"

"Fifth...... Sixth? I don't remember exactly. ”

"Forget it, it's not a big deal."

"That's right."

"Blaise's poor kid, so young without a father. By the way, how old is he?"

"Hmm...... Seems to be the same age as Xiaolong. ”

At eleven o'clock, a house-elf suddenly appeared in the living room, looking timidly at Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy with bulb-sized eyes, and asked in a shrill voice, "When will the masters have lunch?" ”

Lucius looked down at his notepad, "One more hour, eat later today." Also, take out the bottle of champagne and cherry brandy from the cellar, and this letter...... I'll finish writing later, and let the golden eagle send it to Mrs. Zabini. As he picked up his pen and wrote the letter, he instructed, "Sissi, would you like to write one too?" ”

"Of course, poor Lady Zabini."

Narcissa nodded, sat down next to Lucius, took a piece of scented letterhead, and skillfully wrote a string of beautiful flower-style characters with a quill, of course, the contents of which were probably a bunch of diplomatic words that read 'beautiful' but were actually empty.

Moreover, as everyone knows, 'poor' Mrs. Zabini should have received many such letters of consolation to-day.

"By the way, what time is little Blake?"

"I told him that it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the dinner time was five o'clock. You know, Lucius. Narcissa frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then raised her head haughtily before replying, "There are no nobles in the kind of place where the inferior people gather in the United States. I'm so worried he's going to disgrace us tonight. Therefore, I specially told him to arrive early, and if there is anything wrong, I can correct it in time. ”

"Honey, you're always doing things right." Lucius smiled contentedly and reservedly, turned halfway to the side, and kissed Narcissa on the cheek.

At this moment, in the baby's room on the second floor, Draco suddenly woke up crying.

The couple glanced at each other, and Narcissa led the way to the stairs. Lucius took his wand and cleared the text on the long table, and then handed the letter written by Shicai to the house-elf to make sure that nothing was missing, and then walked quickly in the direction where his wife and children were.

At the same time, Danny Black finally stood on the steps of the Diogenes Club after all the hard work.

It's a quirky club. In the club, all members are not allowed to talk to each other.

It is said that it is because many people in London, some shy and some cynical, do not want to be in the company of others, but they are not averse to sitting in their comfort places and reading the latest periodicals.

Thus, for this purpose, the Diogenes Club was born, which welcomed the most withdrawn and unsociable people in town. Conversation is absolutely not allowed to be done by anyone except in the reception room, and if a foul is committed three times and is brought to the attention of the club committee, the interlocutor is expelled.

The founder of this club was none other than Mr. McCrof Holmes, who 'claimed to be a mere government clerk'.

That is, Danny Blake's immediate boss who came to the UK this time.

With a pen and paper, Danny managed to get the waiter at the reception to take him to the club's only room where people were allowed to make a sound.

"You look a bit wolf." Mycrof Holmes, who sat in a chair, affirmed that he had eaten a little too much dessert lately, and that his figure had grown a little, but there was still a look of majesty between his eyebrows, and his gray eyes were deep and alert, and his pursed lips looked bold, and his eyes were even more keen and insightful.

He looked Danny up and down, and suddenly spoke, "The air in the suburbs of London is not bad, right?" You should have shot quite a few useful things. ”

He paused, the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost mocking arc, "But...... Your luck seems to have been bad lately. ”

"How do you know I'm on the outskirts? Belch...... Wait, don't tell me. Danny blurted out in shock, but quickly covered his head with his hands in annoyance.

The previous bad taxi incident made him can't help but wander in front of this person.

Luckily, he quickly remembered the peculiarity of the gentleman in front of him.

With the magical surname Sherlock Holmes, it doesn't feel strange that he inadvertently tells the truth.

"Robbery...... No...... It should be something worse. McCrof Holmes ignored him and continued to watch him think, and soon, in the next moment, he came to a conclusion, "It seems that you have a good relationship with the serial killer lately." ”

"That's right, the law and order in England is so bad that you should be worried." Danny dropped the hand holding his head and retorted without the slightest hesitation.

"That's a matter of Scotland Yard, not my business." McCroft raised an eyebrow and said with a teasing smile, "I thought you would be a good citizen and send the murderer to the police station, rather than play some trick and run away." ”

"As you say, that's the FBI...... No, Scotland Yard has nothing to do with me. Danny pouted, "And, in the face of the swarthy muzzle, I, an innocent civilian, really can't muster the courage to resist." Also, it's not a trick, it's magic. ”

"Teleportation?"

"No, Phantom Shift."

"Okay." Mycroft seemed to have lost interest in the subject, perhaps his clever mind had already figured things out, but he had always lacked the curiosity to verify boring things personally, so he just responded lightly and opened the topic, "When will your noble sister take you into the wizarding world?" ”

"It's cousin." Danny Black subconsciously corrected, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, she invited me to a dinner today. ”

"Dinner?" Mycroft looked up, his eyes on Danny's jeans, white T-shirt, and backpack......

"You mean you're going to just go over to the dinner party like that?"

"That's right."

Mycroft was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and observed a moment of silence for the Malfoy lady, "Three o'clock is indeed the right time, but I suggest that you arrive a little early, so as not to add a burden to your cousin." ”

"Burden?" Danny repeated the words in confusion.

But Mycroft had no intention of explaining to him, and only said to himself, "There is no order for you at the moment, but I need you to help me bring me some information about the wizarding world." Remember, it's a qiē! The level of economic development, the level of education, the level of politics, and the greatest lethality of magic, etc., the most important point......" He spit out two words with a solemn and stern expression: "Land." ”

"Land?" Danny repeated stupidly, "What the hell is that?" ”

"I want to know how much land this group of black households has illegally occupied in my country."

"Hey...... I'm just a human being...... Will you let me measure it myself? ”

"Think of a way! Think of a way! Mycroft tapped the floor with his cane, looking impatient, "Consult the texts, find your wizard's government to consult, anyway, I just want the result." ”

"Or can't you?" The corners of his lips curled into a smirk, full of menace, a 'if you can't do it, you will die' expression.

"Of course...... Well, you're the boss, you have the final say. Danny drooped his head in frustration and grimaced.