Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1840: Short message

Belgium is a small country caught in the midst of the great powers of Western Europe. It has always been tossed and turned, and did not become independent until the mid-nineteenth century. But the history of this land is equally long and long.

As for the Belgian wizards who have always stood outside of conventional conquests, their ancestors can even be traced back to the ancient Celtic period.

So they gradually inherited the passionate and wild banquet customs.

To be honest, the style of this banquet is actually somewhat out of tune with this Gothic palace-the peculiar scene of burning a bonfire indoors, even the well-informed Mrs. Maxim is the first Seen once.

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

Now, the empty hall is already full of people, and everyone is sitting around a low table outside, enjoying the wine and food freely.

The elegant and light harp sound is mixed with the drum sound of the African Konka drum, plus the saxophone invented in 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 setting sun sinks into the horizon and dusk turns into night, the pile of logs stacked in the center of the hall is instantly lit by a soft magical flame. There was no snuffing thick smoke, but only a faint fragrance diffused in the hall, making the atmosphere of the banquet more illusory and true.

Not long after, all the guests saw a group of people walk into the hall from the door, and the man in the middle was the Prime Minister of Belgium. Hermione noticed that when the other party saw this scene in the temple, she seemed to be surprised.

Ms. De Quinn followed the old butler to say hello to the Prime Minister, and then they did not go to disturb too many people's interest at the moment, but very low-key invited the Prime Minister and others to sit down inside the hall.

Soon, De Quinn returned to the main seat on Hermione's side, and Mrs. Maxim nodded slightly towards her.

"Papa."

The next moment, Ms. De Quinn raised her hand and patted twice. Then everyone saw that the two teams of beautiful women in dance costumes danced all the way from the side door of the main hall, sliding gently to the side of the bonfire in the center.

They dragged the non-hot magic flame to spiral around in the middle, and also caused the hearts of all the guests to fall into the colorful dance floor.

"These girls should be the same as me, more or less of some Veela blood," Fleur leaned in Hermione's ear and whispered, "Ms. De Quinn has taken a lot of thought this time. ."

Hermione nodded slightly after hearing this.

Yes, it is obviously more difficult to find a girl with so many veevas than to find some veevas to dance, and I don’t know where she came from.

"After all, there are still some Muggles here today," Hermione also whispered, "If it was a Veeva, they would not see it."

And to be honest, Veeva's charm ability is too powerful. Generally, even if they are invited to dance, there are not many men who can really appreciate it. Just like in the Quidditch World Cup, many wizards were just confused. Those veils have already finished their work. Where can I enjoy the dance?

It's a pity that even though De Quinn had spent a lot of time at this dinner party, and organized such a wonderful banquet in a short period of time, Hermione could not get in at all.

Looking at the beautiful dances in the field, listening to the melodious music in the hall, and smelling the fragrance of food, wine and burning spices, she only felt that she was a little out of place in her heart, and she was drifting away from the world outside the banquet.

Well, to be precise, what lingered in her heart at this time was still the misty land of Britain on the other side of the strait.

At this moment, a figure suddenly walked in through the back door, shuttled between the slightly messy guests, and came all the way to Hermione's side.

"There was news from Granger Camp that it was Mr. Porter and his group of five that had returned to Weymouth Port."

"What?"

Hermione was startled when she heard the wizard's message.

"Wait... "Five People"?"

"Yes," the other side nodded. "There are five people, Mr. Potter, Brother Weasley, Mr. Longbottom and Miss Abbott. More specific news has not arrived. Our side, but it should be fast too."

"Then...what about Mr. Blois?"

Hermione understood that the other party should have only received these news, so she just muttered to herself, and then turned her head and gently pulled Mrs. Maxim next to her.

"There is new news from the camp, saying that Harry is back-I will check it out first, so I can only trouble you to take care of it here."

"Oh?" Maxim heard it, and frowned slightly, "So fast? According to your previous estimate, shouldn't it be a few more days at the earliest?"

"I don't know, maybe there is something wrong." Hermione said, "Anyway, let me see Harry and the others first! They are coming back this time, they must have a lot of very important information in their hands."

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

After a few brief words, Hermione didn't disturb the others, and just followed the wizard who came to report the letter and quietly left the banquet hall.

Especially Patriarch Blois didn't seem to have returned with Harry and the others. She thought about it and decided that it would be better to wait for everything to be confirmed before telling the old butler.

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A moment later, Granger Camp near the port of Cherbourg, France.

Hermione, who was visible outside the camp gate, nodded in greeting at the guard at the same gate, and walked straight through the camp to the tent in the center of the camp~IndoMTL.com~ and then she found that there was only Perkin in the tent. West was alone, and Harry and the others didn't seem to have returned to France from Weymouth.

"Hermione, you are here." As soon as Percy saw Hermione's arrival, she immediately got up from the table to meet him, "I know what you want to ask, but I only received one message. After that, the secret message I sent back did not get a response."

As he spoke, he passed an opened note.

"No response?"

Hermione took the note and looked at it before saying:

"The handwriting is not rushed, it should not have been written in a hurry... That is to say, otherwise there will be a small accident that is not a big problem; otherwise, it is after the Weymouth camp has sent the secret letter. What happened...Percy, organize the team, I want to go."

When Percy heard the words, he nodded immediately.

"Already in preparation."