Chapter 1841

Belgium is a small country sandwiched among several big countries in Western Europe. It has always suffered from twists and turns and did not become independent until the mid-19th century. But the history of this land is equally long.

To say that the Belgian wizards who have always stood outside the conventional expedition, their ancestors can even go back to the ancient Celtic period.

Therefore, the warm and wild banquet custom was gradually inherited by them.

To be honest, the style of the banquet was somewhat out of tune with the Gothic Palace - even the well-informed Mrs. Maxim saw the strange scene of setting up a campfire indoors for the first time.

But... What should I say? This wanton banquet is really the most relaxing activity.

At present, the empty hall is full of people. Everyone sits around a circle of low tables outside and enjoys good wine and food freely.

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

When the sunset sank into the horizon and dusk turned into night, the log pile stacked in the center of the hall was instantly ignited by the soft magic flame. There was no thick smoke choking the nose, but only a faint fragrance diffused in the hall, making the atmosphere of the banquet more illusory and real.

Soon, the guests saw a group of people enter the hall from the door, and the man in the middle was the Prime Minister of Belgium. Hermione noticed that the other party seemed to be surprised when they saw the scene in the hall.

Ms. de Quinn followed the old housekeeper to say hello to the prime minister. Then they didn't bother too many people's interest at the moment, but quietly invited the prime minister and others to sit down inside the hall.

Soon de Quinn returned to Hermione's seat, and Mrs. Maxim nodded at her.

"Pa Pa."

At the next moment, Ms. de Quinn raised her hand and tapped twice. Then everyone saw that the two teams of beautiful women in dance clothes jumped all the way from the side door of the main hall, and their steps slipped gently to the campfire in the center.

They led the magic flame that was not hot, swirled in the middle, and affected the hearts of all the guests to fall into the colorful dance floor together.

"These girls should all be like me, more or less with some beautiful baby blood," said Furong softly in Hermione's ear. "Ms. de Quinn has spent a lot of time this time."

Hermione heard the speech and nodded slightly.

Yes, it's more difficult to find so many girls of mixed race than to find some Meiwa to dance. I don't know where she came from.

"After all, there are still some Muggles here today," Hermione whispered. "If you invite Meiwa, they won't see."

And to tell the truth, Meiwa's charm ability is too strong. 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 male wizards were just confused for a while, and those beautiful children had finished. Where can they enjoy any dance?

Unfortunately, even if de Quinn spent a lot of effort on this dinner and organized such a wonderful dinner in a short time, Hermione could not fit in at all.

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

Well, to be exact, what lingered in her heart at this time was still the foggy British land on the other side of the Strait.

At this time, a figure suddenly came in quickly from the back door, shuttled through the slightly messy guests, and came to Hermione all the way.

"News came from Granger camp that Mr. Potter and his party had returned to Weymouth port."

"What?"

Hearing the message from the wizard, Hermione was stunned.

"Wait... 'five'?"

"Yes," the other party nodded, "it said over there... It's Mr. Potter, the Weasley brothers and sisters, Mr. Longbottom and Miss Abbott, a total of five. More specific information hasn't come to us yet, but it should be soon."

"What about... Mr. brova?"

Hermione knew that the other party should only get the news, so she just talked to herself, and then turned her head and gently pulled Mrs. Maxim nearby.

"There's new news from the camp that Harry is back - I'll go and have a look first, so I can only ask you to look after it more."

"Oh?" maxim said with a slight frown. "So soon? According to your previous estimation, shouldn't it be a few more days at the earliest?"

"I don't know. Maybe something has changed," Hermione said. "Anyway, I'll see Harry first. They must have a lot of very important information when they come back this time."

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

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

In particular, the owner of the brova family didn't seem to have returned with Harry. She thought about it and decided that it would be better to tell the old housekeeper after everything was confirmed.

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

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

Then she found that Percy was alone in the tent, and Harry didn't seem to have returned to France from Weymouth.

"Hermione, you're here." Percy got up from the table and greeted Hermione as soon as he saw her coming. "I know what you want to ask, but I only received such a message. After that, I didn't get a response."

As he spoke, he handed over an open note.

"No response?"

Hermione took the note, looked at it, and then said:

"The handwriting is not in a hurry. It should not have been written in a hurry... That is to say, either there was a small accident with little problem; otherwise, what happened after the secret letter was sent out at Weymouth camp... Percy, organize the team and I'll go."

Percy nodded at once.

"Already preparing."