Chapter 2431

The party began. It was not very lively, but it was worth being happy.

All kinds of meals constantly appear on the long table, large and small plates are stacked one by one, and everyone's goblets are empty, full and empty... At this time, everyone may really need such an occasion to relieve pressure and smile a little more on their faces.

Even the living corpses, in fact, are the same. After all, none of those who can come here to attend this dinner today are high-level people who are not endowed with the right to happiness, anger, sorrow and joy.

In the white night, the light mass over the table is shining with gorgeous colors, which complement the lighted candles on the table, and illuminate everyone's faces into their own different colors. After watching for a long time, even John seemed to feel that the faces of those living corpses who had always felt terrible were no longer so difficult to accept.

I don't know when, a burst of melodious music sounded in the restaurant, adding more beauty to the dinner.

"If only Percy were here."

Ron didn't say that. He didn't want to disturb the big guy's rare relaxation time. But maybe it's the heart between brothers and sisters! Ginny on the other side caught Ron's fleeting thought as if she had used a magic spell when she caught a glimpse of his stunned expression, and her eyes were not dimmed.

However, if Ron is the only one who is a little stunned, when the Weasley brothers and sisters are almost depressed, how can Hermione and others who have been with them for so long not know the reason why they gradually swim away in this harmonious atmosphere?

Emotions are contagious. Not long ago, in the restaurant where the cups just collided and the voice was buzzing, it was cold again in the twinkling of an eye. Only the music that seemed to fly from the old gramophone still echoed in the hall. It was a slightly cheerful tune, but now it seemed inexplicably warm and cool in my ears.

Of course, John, who was at the dinner together, could not guess the thoughts suddenly stuck in Hermione's heart, but he could also roughly understand the meaning of this silence - what had been lost in the disaster, not just Miss Granger and others in front of him?

He was stunned, then subconsciously turned his head and looked at the theme. He found that the "Lord of the living corpse" seemed to be thinking about something, but he couldn't understand each other's expression.

After a little hesitation, John stood up with a "Chi" sound and secretly took back his sight. When many eyes suddenly turned to himself, he was a little sorry.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

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John breathed a sigh of relief when he came out of the restaurant. This is not because he can't stand the suddenly repressed atmosphere inside, but because he wants the "they" inside to think that he may just find an excuse to run out because he can'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 different places - standing at the door and looking deep into the corridor, there were crooked footprints of different depths all the way, which were the traces left by Ron when he lost control of his prosthetic limbs.

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

John stared at the messy carpet and thought, but soon shook his head. Now is not the time to think about it.

Casually avoiding some particularly troublesome potholes, John walked slowly to make sure his footsteps didn't look suspicious.

There are some paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, all of which are very excellent works. John is sure that they are very precious, but fortunately, there is obviously no magic portrait in them, and his actions and whereabouts will not be revealed afterwards.

As he walked, he enjoyed it at random. Until he reached the bathroom door, he carefully took a light step, passed by the door and went on.

After the end of the corridor, Ron's previous footprints returned here, and the wall facing the corridor was slightly damaged. John turned around and bent down the stairs because the magic torch was no longer so dense and the surroundings became dark.

In front is the kitchen, which is her territory. John knows it very well. Since the other party hasn't appeared in the restaurant from beginning to end, and all kinds of delicious food have never stopped during the dinner, it means that "she" must be busy in the kitchen! Including now, probably.

"Right there."

From a distance, John saw the front door with a crack open. Light came through the crack, leaving an elongated silver spot on the poorly lit corridor.

His raised left foot paused in the air, and his right hand touched the handle of the wand. For a time, he was not sure whether he should apply a silencing spell or a phantom spell to himself.

No, more accurately, what he is not sure is whether he will be shocked by casting a spell here... Since he came here, many things that used to be common sense seem to have become unknown.

After a little hesitation, John let his palm leave the handle of the stick. After all, if he is just discovered, he can still deal with it for the reason of walking around - it seems that no one has restrained him from the beginning, hasn't it? But if you get caught with a phantom spell, it's not so easy to muddle through.

At this thought, he simply let go of his steps and went on.

"Huh?"

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

After only hesitating this time, John, who had decided not to be so secretive, boldly leaned close to the door and looked back and forth.

No one is really there.

The kitchen is very large, but most of the stainless steel countertops that should have displayed many dishes are empty. They are all transferred to the restaurant and into everyone's stomach during the banquet. John actually ate a lot. To be honest, it tastes good.

But now he has no time to think about whether the food is delicious or not, because the female corpse that impressed him very much is not well spent in the kitchen, which makes him feel very uneasy.

It's like... It's like maybe at the next moment, the other party's "one hand" will stretch out from behind him and gently put it on his shoulder.

Thinking of this, John couldn't help turning back——

Fortunately, the dark corridor was still empty except him.