Chapter 931 Family Dinner

The first night has arrived, and the regular houses in the residential area are lit up one after another. Although they are not as dazzling as the bright neon lights in the bustling commercial district, the lights of thousands of houses have their own warmth.

The layout of the Det family's small building is very similar to the house that Amosta visited Harry's aunt and uncle, the Dursleys.

This is not surprising. The old couple had been Londoners for most of their lives before coming to New York, and they were more accustomed to the lifestyle there.

In the dining room next to the kitchen, a real family gathering was going on. Among the four people participating, three of them tacitly understood it. Only Amelia looked at her parents who were having a great time chatting with each other in a daze. and Amosta, feeling like an outsider.

Amelia glanced at Amosta's left hand on the table beside her. There was an extra watch on his wrist, and this was what her parents gave Amosta without her knowing it. A gift from Star.

Although Amelia's daily life is now completely biased towards the wizarding world, this does not mean that her common sense of life in the No-Maj world has disappeared. Her parents gave Amosta this watch, which converted into In Long's words, it would probably be equivalent to her one-year income at the Magic Congress.

This was really beyond social etiquette. Amelia was shocked when she saw his parents taking out the gift. What surprised her even more was that she thought Amosta would not accept this expensive gift. But Amosta was silent for only a few seconds, then smiled and thanked her, and at the urging of her parents, she put on the watch.

This is so weird, everything is so irrational!

Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, Amelia bit her lower lip and secretly looked at her parents.

To be honest, she secretly believed that her parents admired Amosta so much because they wanted to bring her and Amosta together.

This idea seemed very absurd and ridiculous to Amelia.

It was impossible for the famous Amosta to fall in love with a little-known girl like her, a 'fake' little Auror from the Security Department who didn't even have a formal intern status. Moreover, she had absolutely no other thoughts toward Amosta except for her reverence.

There is another strange place.

Ever since she was little, her father has been very strict about her interactions with boys, so far that she has not had a formal relationship with a boy. It makes no sense that after seeing Amosta, her parents She suddenly became anxious and worried about her future.

Of course, this was all her imagination before this dinner.

Amelia thought that some of the topics at this dinner would embarrass her, but the reality was that her parents didn't mention anything about her at all, as if she was innocuous here. .

".That sport called Quidditch actually subverted some of my understanding of wizards--"

The bottle of fire whiskey that Amosta brought had been finished. Mr. Det opened a bottle of whiskey that he had collected and refilled it for Amosta, then turned around and refilled it for Mrs. Det who hardly drank. After half a glass and the three of them drank together, Mr. Det said with a smile,

"I thought wizards would be a very cautious and careful group. Because you never want to show your face in front of ordinary people, but wizards have developed such thrilling sports."

"This is probably the only magic subject Amelia is not good at——"

Mrs. Det's chubby cheeks turned red under the influence of alcohol. She also said with a smile,

"I remember when she was in third grade, she couldn't stay on a broom very well, and one of her roommates had made the Quidditch team at school, so during the summer, she asked us to give her a broomstick. Broom, we drove her to the field training, remember that?"

"Oh, of course--"

Mr. Det ignored her daughter's tense expression and said cheerfully,

"She ended up hanging on a redwood tree, and the broom she just bought flew into the mountains. The tree was too high for me to climb up, and she couldn't get down without using magic. Fortunately, we met A group of young people climbing mountains. How about you, Amosta, do you like this sport?"

"good--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"But I'm not very good at it either. My reflexes are pretty good, but I just can't apply them to riding a broom. Of course, if you just fly in a straight line, it's not a big problem."

Mr. Det laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Haha, then I think it's a genetic problem!"

Amelia tightened the fork in her hand, and had the urge to yell at her father to shut up. Amosta next to her seemed to notice something, and turned to look at her gently,

"What's wrong, Amelia, you don't seem to have any appetite?"

"I"

"Oh, don't worry about her, Amosta -" Mr. Det waved his big hand and said with a smile, "Let's continue talking!"

Amelia bit her lip and looked at her mother a little aggrievedly, but her mother didn't look at her at all, but joined in the new topic with interest.

This cheerful atmosphere also made Amosta relieved. After all, if the Deters showed their intention to 'recognize their relatives' at the dinner, it would also make him feel embarrassed. He even thought about it before coming, if If there was such a sign, he might use magic to intervene.

“Let’s take pictures!”

The pleasant meal lasted until nine o'clock in the evening, until Mr. Det had to stop drinking all his stock. Before Amosita said goodbye, he trotted from the living room to get the camera that had been prepared long ago, and Mrs. Det also pulled the confused Amelia to the living room.

But they encountered a problem. There was no one else here to take pictures of them.

"If you don't mind, Amelia, I think you can help us."

After hesitating for a while, Mr. Det, who was already drunk, handed the camera to Amelia, who had been silent all night.

"Oh, there's no need to do that--"

Glancing at the flood of grievances in Amelia's brown eyes, Amosita hurriedly said,

"This is not a problem, a little magic can solve this problem."

So, the four people left about dozens of photos in all the places where they could take pictures in this house, and the enthusiastic Det couple were willing to stop.

A full round moon in the sky exuded a vast brilliance, and above the sky, wisps of misty cold smoke appeared ominous bloody under the moonlight.

Mrs. Det looked out the back window of the living room and exclaimed as if she had just realized something.

"Oh, my God, it's so late!"

Then, without waiting for Amos to say goodbye, she ran into their bedroom on the first floor. Then, under Amos's indescribable eyes, she came out with a neat, brand new pajamas and stuffed it into Amos's arms without saying anything, smiling lovingly.

"I have already packed up the guest room upstairs, dear, there is a full set of toiletries in it, you should go to bed early, I will prepare breakfast for you tomorrow morning!"

After saying that, she immediately helped her drunken husband to walk into her wizard's house, leaving Amos and Amelia standing awkwardly by the stairs and looking at each other.

The darkness before dawn enveloped the earth, and human activities were suppressed to the lowest level by the laws of nature. In the American Magic Capitol, which never stops day and night, only occasional wizards took the elevator up and down the stairs with a listless expression.

The dim light sprinkled on the messy shelves. A light-blonde-haired wizard lying on the messy desk snored loudly and slept very sweetly.

Suddenly, a wisp of cold wind came, disturbing the sweet dream of Chago who was sleeping soundly.

He twisted his neck unconsciously, which made the damage to his shoulders and neck caused by the wrong sleeping posture for a long time become obvious. The unbearable pain further pulled Chago back to reality. He grumbled and relaxed his frown.

A black shadow grew out of the shadow cast by the desk on the ground, covering the candlelight on Chago's face.

The sudden dimness accelerated Chago's awakening. He blinked his eyelids with difficulty, and the hand under his cheek gradually exerted force to support his body to sit up. After about two minutes, the process finally ended and his body leaned against the soft back of the chair.

"Who are you?!"

The moment his vision cleared, Chago jumped up in shock, but the silver light shining in the dim space cut off his questioning, leaving him no chance to ask again.