Chapter 1840 Brief News

Belgium is a small country sandwiched between several major countries in Western Europe. It has been through many ups and downs and did not become independent until the middle of the nineteenth century. But the history of this land is equally long and long.

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

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

To be honest, the style of this banquet is actually somewhat out of tune with this Gothic palace - it is the first time even the well-informed Madame Maxime has seen such a strange scene of a bonfire indoors. arrive.

But...how should I put it? This kind of wanton banquet is really the most relaxing way of doing activities.

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

The elegant and light harp sound is mixed with the drum sound of the African conga drum, and the saxophone invented in Belgium is not awkward at all. The fusion of melody and rhythm makes all guests feel the most special style of this land.

As the sun sinks into the horizon and dusk turns to night, the pile of logs stacked in the center of the hall is instantly ignited by soft magical flames. There was no pungent billowing smoke, but only a faint fragrance diffused in the hall, making the atmosphere of the banquet even more illusory and real.

Not long after, the guests saw a group of people entering the hall from the door, and the person in the middle was the current Prime Minister of Belgium. Hermione noticed that when the other party saw this scene in the hall, he couldn't help being surprised.

Ms. De Quin followed the old housekeeper to say hello to the prime minister, and then they didn't disturb too many people's interest at the moment, but very low-keyly invited the prime minister and others to sit down inside the hall together.

Soon, De Quinn returned to Hermione's seat, and Madame Maxime nodded slightly towards her.

"Slap."

The next moment, I saw Ms. De Quinn raised her hand and tapped it twice. Then everyone saw two teams of beautiful women wearing dance costumes, dancing all the way from the side door of the main hall, and gliding lightly to the bonfire in the center.

They dragged the magic flames that were not hot and swirled in the middle, and they also touched the hearts of all the guests and fell into the colorful dance floor together.

"These girls should all be like me,

More or less has some Veela bloodlines," Fleur leaned close to Hermione's ear and whispered, "Ms. De Quin has put a lot of thought into this time. "

Hermione nodded slightly after hearing that.

Yes, it is obviously more difficult to find so many Veela mixed-race girls than to find some Veela girls to dance with, and I don't know where she was invited.

"After all, there are still some Muggles here today," Hermione also whispered, "If it's a Veela, they won't be able to see it."

And to be honest, Veela's ability to seduce is too strong, and even if you invite them to dance, there are not many men who can really appreciate it. Just like at the Quidditch World Cup back then, many male wizards were just confused for a while, and those veela had already finished their work, so where could they appreciate the dance moves?

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

Seeing the beautiful dance in the arena, listening to the melodious and atmospheric 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 lingers in her heart at this time is still the foggy British land on the other side of the strait.

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

"There is news from Granger's camp that Mr. Potter and his party of five have returned to Weymouth port."

"what?"

Hermione was taken aback when she heard the wizard's message.

"Wait...'five people'?"

"Yes," the other party nodded, "The other side said...they are Mr. Potter, the two Weasley brothers and sisters, Mr. Longbottom and Miss Abbott, a total of five people. More specific information has not yet reached our side , but it should be soon."

"And what about Mr. Blois?"

Hermione knew that the other party should only have gotten this information, so she just muttered to herself, then turned her head and gently pulled Madame Maxim next to her.

"There is new news from the camp, saying that Harry is back—I'll go and have a look first, and I can only trouble you to take care of it."

"Oh?" Maxim couldn't help frowning slightly after hearing this, "So soon? According to your previous estimation, shouldn't it take a few days at the earliest?"

"I don't know either, maybe something happened." Hermione said, "Anyway, I'll go see Harry and the others before we talk! They must have a lot of very important information in their hands when they come back this time."

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

After saying a few words, Hermione didn't disturb the others, and quietly left the banquet hall with the wizard who came to report the news.

In particular, it seemed that the head of the Blois family did not return with Harry and the others. After thinking about it, she decided that it would be better to wait until everything was confirmed before telling the old housekeeper about the situation.

...

Moments later, near the port of Cherbourg, France, at Granger's camp.

Hermione, who appeared outside the camp gate, nodded to the guard at the gate, then went straight through the camp and walked to the tent in the center of the camp.

And then she found that Percy was the only one in the tent, and Harry and the others didn't seem to have returned to France from Weymouth.

"Hermione, you're here." When Percy saw Hermione coming, he immediately got up from the table and greeted him, "I know what you want to ask, but I only received one message from my side, and then I responded The secret letter sent in the past has not been responded to."

As he spoke, he handed over an opened note.

"no respond?"

Hermione took a look at the note, and then said:

"The handwriting is not in a hurry, it should not be written in a hurry... In other words, either there was a small accident with no serious problem; otherwise, what happened after the secret letter was sent out at the Weymouth camp ...Percy, organize the team, I'm going over."

Percy nodded immediately upon hearing this.

"Already preparing."