Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Madame Delacour was a beauty, slender, with impeccable manners, but her husband was a stocky, far less charming wife, with a small pointed black beard.

"You are overrated." Madame Delacour and Charlotte hugged for a while.

"Mr. Delacour is in good spirits, and life is pretty good recently." Charlotte picked up the glass and started talking with Mr. Delacour.

"Thanks to you, our business has improved a little." Mr. Delacour smiled heartily, not paying attention to the eyes of people around him.

"Ms. Maxime." Charlotte pulled away from the Delacour couple, and greeted the lady in the blue robe eagerly. She had olive skin, bright black eyes, and although she was huge, she behaved very elegantly. It was Booth. Charlotte, Barton's current headmaster, has dealt with this lady a lot. After all, she wants to tap Beauxbaton's outstanding talents.

"Charlotte, you haven't sent me a letter for a long time. Last time I heard that you won the Order of Merlin, I was really surprised for a long time. I know you are a very good witch, but you have received such an honor at such a young age. It's amazing." Maxim congratulated Charlotte, speaking a string of crisp French in a teasing tone.

Charlotte couldn't understand her French at all, with a helpless expression, half complaining and half joking to Ms. Maxim.

"Please forgive me, I have more and more things, I have to eat the clone potion as a meal, and split into two me to handle my work and study. Emma's work ability is very good, but if I share the work Give it to her, I'm afraid my subordinates will quit."

"Maybe boss, you can recruit more people." Emma said with a light smile.

"Talents are hard to find, and I hope Ms. Maxim can recommend more outstanding graduates from Beauxbaton to me."

"Isn't Hogwarts' outstanding graduates enough for you?" Ms. Maxim pretended to be surprised.

"Oh, but Ms. Maxim, who would dislike having too many talents." Charlotte took a sip of champagne and handed it to Emma. Big was right, she shouldn't drink, this thing is not as good as butter beer delicious.

Hilfield stood not far away, talking with the people around him, but his eyes kept staring at this side. Emma lowered her head and whispered in Charlotte's ear, and Charlotte suddenly realized that, beyond the crowd, and this generation The Patriarch of Lestrange greeted him.

Surrounded by everyone, Charlotte took the lead and walked up to Hilfield, with blond hair, light gray eyes, tall features, and an ambitious but immature face.

"Miss Cuthbert, welcome to this banquet." Hilfield kissed Charlotte's fingertips passionately, without any embarrassing dissatisfaction from Charlotte on his face.

"I still have to thank you for the invitation. I shouldn't be late. Everyone came early." Charlotte smiled, after all, she was on time.

"No, no, you came at the right time. If you weren't here, this banquet wouldn't be so important." Hilfield waved his hand, and Charlotte expressed that she was flattered, and the atmosphere between the two was harmonious. Faide signaled that he needed to leave for a while, walked up the stairs, and used a loud voice to himself.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Hilfield glanced at the crowd, smiling all over his face, looking high-spirited, and took everyone's expressions into his eyes. Many of them were just for jokes. Hilfield was very clear about the transactions between big families. It's because you are strong that I can play with you, with a calm expression.

"Thank you very much for coming to this banquet, let's enjoy the rest of the dance time." Following Hilfield's order, the long-awaited orchestra stepped onto the stage, and the brisk and melodious music sounded.

The men and women quickly found their dance partners, and they all moved away from the most central position by coincidence. Audrey, who came down from the stairs, lazily leaned on Emma, ​​putting her whole body weight on it as if she had no bones.

The ball is the highlight of the banquet, and it is also the best opportunity to get close to each other.

"It's not just my honor to invite you to dance with me." Hilfield bowed halfway, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand stretched forward. Apart from the intrigue between the two, there was such a handsome young talent as his dance partner. Really refreshing.

Charlotte didn't speak, but just put her hand on Hilfield's hand, and the two walked to the middle position at the same time, dancing to the music.

"Will you do me a favor?" Audrey whispered provocatively in Emma's ear. Emma stood upright, with her hands crossed on her stomach, and looked indifferently at the happy men and women in the hall.

"I don't want to." Emma refused decisively, but Audrey didn't care and said in feigned surprise.

"If you say no, you mean yes. Oh, I know you're duplicity. Come on." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but hold Emma's hand, and the two were beside Charlotte and Hilfield.

Emma deliberately stomped on her feet to vent her dissatisfaction, her beautiful eyes stared at this shameless woman, this woman always acts recklessly like this!

The smile on Audrey’s face remained unchanged. Emma’s high heels were not lethal at all. She was still in the mood to put her hands on Emma’s slender waist, feel the flexible waist under the clothes, walk up and down, her eyes teasing, Probing on the edge of Emma's anger, seeing Emma glaring at her, he stopped eating tofu.

"You are different from the rumors." Hilfield held Charlotte's hand, the height difference was not much, Hilfield was fifteen centimeters taller than her.

"It's not the first time you've seen me." Charlotte exchanged positions with Hilfield with a decent smile on her face.

"The time we met last night was too short, and there were many elders present. You made them very angry that day. I have never seen them yell at me in front of me, regardless of the demeanor of a pure-blood family. At that time, I felt that you were very angry. Great." Hilfield looked down at Charlotte.

Charlotte stared directly at him with green pupils, with pressure that cannot be ignored. Hilfield's throat moved slightly, and the thought of avoiding the stare rose in his heart. He held back and held his breath. Charlotte closed Take a scrutiny look.

"I didn't see the group of 'respectable' elders in Lestrange today." The entire Lestrange is under Charlotte's supervision, and there is no privacy in her eyes. On the ground, she may know who is in the whole house better than Hilfield.

Putting yourself in an unfamiliar environment is the most stupid. You must not harm others, and you must be defensive.

"They didn't come. If they were allowed to come and see some people whom they shamed as wizards, this banquet would not be able to go on." Hilfield held Charlotte's waist, and the huge hair on his head Crystal chandeliers hung over their heads, illuminating the entire hall.

"Do you think so? About wizards are classified according to blood." Charlotte danced faster and took control, and Hilfield had to obey her and speed up together.

The people around were also affected, and the background music entered a passionate climax melody.

"Although Lestrange has always been proud of his pure blood, but with the passage of time, we have long lost our former glory. Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards are the main population of the magic world. It is inevitable to integrate into them and follow the development of the times. "Hilfeld spoke extremely fast and pronounced clearly.

"Even if your idea is very deviant to Lestrange, it is no less shocking than the first-generation Dark Lord's sweeping again." Charlotte praised Hilfield's idea and joked.

Appreciation is appreciation, and it will not be confused with Hilfield Lestrange's desire to cooperate.

"So, can you represent the entire Lestrange?" Charlotte suddenly moved closer to Hilfield, close to his body, wrapped his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

The music has come to an end, the dancers stopped, and a few people are dancing their bodies to vent their surging emotions.