To tell the truth, today's weather is really good. The noon sun is projected straight from the center of the sky, which makes the windows on the back wall of the auditorium transparent and bright.
The leaves outside the window are green and reflect the dazzling golden glow in the sun. The mottled tree shadow is obliquely projected on the stage behind the host and guest, enveloping the people on the stage in a layer of scattered and trance light and shadow.
Just as the outside is bright and quiet, the auditorium is noisy at the moment.
The guests in the hall sat on four long tables under the stage, talking to each other quietly.
If you want to talk about the origin, these guests can be roughly divided into two groups: one is mostly pure blood families, while the other is mostly mixed blood or Muggle origin;
If they want to be divided by power, they can be roughly divided into three factions: one is on the side of the anti dark wizards who share Dumbledore's position, the other is secretly attracted by Voldemort, but the one with the largest number is the one who is wise to remain neutral.
It can be said that all those who can attend this private luncheon hosted by Dumbledore today are well-known wizards in the whole magic world.
Among them are officials in the Ministry of magic, businessmen who have a great impact on the economic flow of the magic world, and scholars who have made achievements in various fields
These people, regardless of their friendship, are witches who intersect with Dumbledore.
At this time, Dumbledore was standing on the stage behind the guest seat to greet these familiar or unfamiliar "friends" before the opening of the luncheon.
Although Dumbledore said some irrelevant words at the moment, the Wizards off the scene did not have the slightest anxiety and dissatisfaction, because they all knew that the greatest White wizard in the world could not hold this luncheon for no reason.
They don't have to worry. They should know. Dumbledore will say it sooner or later.
"... some things are quite lively recently, such as the previous' personal audio-visual meeting '. In fact, I'm sorry I didn't have time to experience it that day! I heard..."
Maka sat on the far right of the host and guest table. He stood up and calmly scanned the scene off the court. The meaning of those glancing at him from time to time was simply complex.
The youngest one sitting at the guest table with him was already covered with privacy. He was undoubtedly the most eye-catching one in the audience.
But if you have to say, in fact, the wizard sitting next to Maka has attracted a lot of attention.
The wizard looked tall and thin, with short white hair, a thin chin with a curled goatee at the end, and some restlessness seemed to be hidden in his sharp eyes.
"Kakarov, I didn't expect you to come here." Maka whispered to the "acquaintance" as she calmly observed the guests.
After leaving France that day, Maka went straight to demstrom, in order to entice kakarov to complete a great event for him in his new identity.
Although he was ready to accept kakarov's escape from Voldemort, it was obvious that under his guidance, kakarov still did not choose the obvious idea this time.
"McClane!" said kakarov, gnashing his teeth. "Don't forget what you promised me!"
Maka smiled and shook her head, meaning something and said, "don't you think the choice I made for you is actually good?"
"Hum!" kakarov snorted coldly, then turned his head slightly and stopped talking to him.
"... so it's my honor for you to come to this luncheon today! Well, I'm sure you're hungry..."
On the stage, Dumbledore ended his casual chat. He took out his wand and waved it gently. The long table under the stage was immediately enriched by countless delicious dishes.
"Today's Luncheon officially begins. Please relax and have a pleasant meal!"
After that, Dumbledore returned to the seat in the middle of the host and guest table with a relaxed step. After cordially greeting the Wizards on the table, he raised his glass and motioned to the whole audience.
Maka lifted her glass and took a sip with a smile.
The dishes of this luncheon are naturally rich and luxurious. Under such an occasion, Dumbledore has no reason to save money. But of course, everyone's attention will never focus on those exquisite and delicious food.
While maintaining proper dining etiquette, the Wizards seemed to talk casually with other people in nearby seats. The collision sound of wine glasses and the lowered voice were intertwined, which was not much different from any high-class banquet.
With the passage of meal time, we gradually put down the tableware and entered the post meal communication.
Whenever, the main function of this kind of banquet is to provide a reasonable place for "communication" - almost no one really comes to fill their stomachs.
Just then Dumbledore suddenly stood up and looked at all the guests with a smile.
"I don't know if you are satisfied with today's food. At least I think it's not bad, isn't it?"
When Dumbledore spoke, everyone stopped talking to each other, because they all knew that the topic of today's Luncheon was finally about to begin.
"Although today is just a private banquet held in my own name, the purpose is to give everyone a chance to get together, but there are several important things to be announced here today -"
Dumbledore was talking when he suddenly left his seat and walked back to the stage.
"First of all, there was an understatement of applause. Obviously, everyone didn't have much interest in this kind of medal.
Marca took the medal from Dumbledore, bowed her thanks and pinned it on her chest.
Then Dumbledore continued to speak.
"For the first grade, expel Voldemort attached to the professor of defense against the dark arts of our school, quelinas Chilo -"
There was a buzzing noise immediately off the court.
"In the second grade, he assisted professor gidrow Lockhart in eliminating Voldemort's ghost, killing snake monsters and closing Slytherin's secret room -"
The noise of the audience gradually rose, and everyone exchanged their views in a low voice, with different expressions on their faces.
"On behalf of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, I grant you the 'special contribution award to the school'. Thank you for protecting all teachers and students and Hogwarts!"
Marca took another trophy and bowed to Dumbledore.
However, at least there was perfunctory applause before, but this time there was only a buzzing whisper.
There are all wizards with status, status and self-restraint. They will not make a mess as soon as they hear the word "Voldemort" like ordinary wizards.
But at this moment, they obviously can't maintain a stable state of mind.
However, Dumbledore did not seem to want to let them go. He raised his voice and said: "next is today. It is a purple gold shield medal. The Merlin Wizard Hat and two crossed wands on it are extremely exquisite. There are two glittering silver stars on the top, which are still eye-catching in the sunlight.
During the halo circulation, the surface of the medal seemed to flash bright light, making it more and more mysterious.