Chapter 2430 No One

The banquet started, it wasn't very lively, but it was something to be happy about.

All kinds of meals are constantly appearing on the long dining table, large and small plates are stacked one on top of the other, and everyone's goblet is empty and full, full and empty again... During this period, everyone may have indeed Everyone needs such an occasion to relieve stress and put a smile on their face.

Even the living corpses are actually the same. After all, none of the people who can come here to participate in this dinner today are not high-ranking clansmen who have been given the right to feel happy, angry, sad, and happy.

The ball of light cast by Bai Ye on the dining table shone with brilliant colors, which complemented the lit candles on the table, illuminating everyone's faces in different colors. After watching it for a long time, even John seemed to feel that the faces of those living corpses that had always been horrifying and terrifying had become less unacceptable.

At some point, there was a burst of melodious music in the restaurant, which added more beauty to the dinner.

"If only Percy was here."

Ron didn't say this, he didn't want to disturb the rare relaxation time of the big guys. But maybe it's the tacit understanding between brothers and sisters! When Ginny on the opposite side caught a glimpse of his dazed expression, she accurately captured Ron's fleeting thoughts as if using Legilimency to cast a spell, and then her eyes couldn't help but dim.

However, if Ron is the only one who is a little dazed, that's all. When the Weasley brothers and sisters are depressed almost in unison, how can Hermione and others who have been with them for so long not know that they are in this harmonious relationship? The reason for gradually drifting away from the atmosphere?

Emotions are contagious. After a short while, the restaurant that was still buzzing with cups and cups just now became deserted again in a blink of an eye. Only the melody that seemed to come out of the old gramophone was still echoing faintly in the hall. It was a slightly cheerful tune, but now it seemed inexplicably lukewarm to the ears.

John, who was at the banquet together, of course couldn't guess the thoughts that were suddenly stuck in Hermione's hearts at this time, but he could actually understand the meaning of this silence—something lost in this disaster. Yes, not just Miss Granger and the others in front of me?

He was startled, then subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the main seat, and found that the "lord of living corpses" seemed to be thinking about something, but he couldn't understand the other party's expression.

After hesitating for a moment, with a soft "chi" sound, John, who secretly looked away, stood up. When many pairs of eyes suddenly turned to him, he bowed slightly apologetically.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

...

John let out a long sigh of relief as he came out of the dining room. This was not because he couldn't stand the suddenly suppressed atmosphere inside, but because he wanted "them" inside to think that he might just find an excuse to run out just because he couldn't stand the atmosphere.

He needs this excuse to do something...

The corridor was still quiet and empty, just like when he occasionally came to the restaurant to eat these days, but there were some differences——standing at the door and looking into the depths of the corridor, there were The crooked footprints with different shades were the traces left by Ron's prosthetic leg when he lost control and ran away.

"The floor below is probably broken... What's the matter with those legs?"

John stared at the messy carpet and thought,

But he quickly shook his head, now is not the time to ponder these things.

Casually avoiding potholes that were especially in the way, John walked forward slowly to ensure that the sound of his footsteps would not seem too suspicious.

There are some paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, all of which are excellent works. John was sure that they were all precious, but fortunately, there were obviously no magical portraits inside, which would not reveal his actions and whereabouts afterwards.

He admired it casually as he walked, until he reached the door of the bathroom, then he walked carefully and lightly, passed by the door and continued to walk forward.

After passing the end of the corridor, the footprints left by Ron earlier return here, and the wall facing the corridor is also slightly damaged. John turned a corner and went downstairs, because the magic torches were no longer so dense, and the surroundings became dim.

The front is the kitchen, which is "her" territory, John knows it very well. And since the other party has never appeared in the restaurant from the beginning to the end, and the various delicacies during the banquet have never stopped, it means that "she" must be busy in the kitchen! Including now, probably too.

"It's right there."

From a distance, John could see the cracked door in front of him. Light came out from the gap, leaving an elongated silver spot in the poorly lit corridor.

He paused in mid-air with his raised left foot, and touched the handle of the wand with his right hand, not sure for a while whether he should cast a silence spell or a disillusionment spell on himself.

No, to be more precise, what he wasn't sure about was whether casting a spell here would cause something to be alarmed... Ever since he came here, many things that were common sense now seem to have become unknown.

After hesitating for a while, John finally let his palm leave the handle of the stick. After all, if he was discovered just like this, he could still use the excuse of walking around to deal with it—it seems that no one has restrained him since the beginning, right? But if he was caught under the illusion spell, it would not be so easy to get away with it.

Thinking of this, he simply let go of his steps and continued to move forward.

"Ok?"

When passing through the crack of the door, John, who was still full of apprehension, couldn't help being startled, because he found that there seemed to be no one in the kitchen?

This time he only hesitated for a moment, and John, who had already decided not to be so sneaky, boldly leaned against the door and glanced back and forth.

No one is really there.

This kitchen is very big, but the stainless steel countertops that should have displayed many dishes are already mostly empty, and they were all transferred to the dining room one after another during the banquet and entered everyone's stomachs. John actually ate a lot, and to be honest, it tasted pretty good.

It's just that he doesn't have time to think about whether the food is delicious or not, because the female living corpse who impressed him so much is not staying in the kitchen properly, which makes him feel very disturbed.

It's as if... It's as if at the next moment, "one of the hands" of the other party will stretch out from behind him and gently put it on his shoulder.

Thinking of this, John couldn't help turning his head——

Fortunately, there was still no one in the dark corridor except him.

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