The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

After a few days of overcast clouds, it finally ushered in a rare sunny day.

In Wiltshire, away from the hustle and bustle, Malfoy Manor was busy preparing for a dance at night.

Mrs. Malfoy, Narcissa, was tying up her hair, directing the house-elves to iron the dress she was going to wear tonight, and at the same time to polish the polished china again.

She walked up and down the room, checking every crevice and corner to make sure nothing was lost.

She raised her hand and opened the curtains, allowing the golden sunlight to shine in, making the room warm and bright, and the purple wallpaper and luxurious chandeliers added a kind of luxury called high society to the brightness.

Looking out through the window, you can also see a large garden that covers a large area. Under the influence of magic, countless delicate and beautiful flowers bloom regardless of the season, and the flowers are fragrant; Strolling leisurely on the grass, from time to time, I will show off the screen...

Everything is incomparably peaceful, beautiful and perfect.

In fact, for the hostess of a family, there is nothing more satisfying than 'seeing that everything in the house is in order'.

"Honey, it's just a simple little party, you don't have to be so serious."

Lucius sat lazily on the sofa in the small living room. On the long table in front of the sofa were unremoved coffee cups and a stack of unfinished letters and newspapers.

"Lucius, this is the first ball at Malfoy Manor this year." Narcissa replied disapprovingly, "Although it's just a small party, if you don't put on a show, those bastards with ulterior motives outside , Maybe I really thought that our family would go down after that person's downfall."

"Well, you're right." Lucius continued to look down at the letter. He glanced at the letters on the table, picked out a letter with a very unique shape and charming font, and opened it, "Oh, Sissy, Mrs. Zabini can't come to the ball tonight."

"What happened?"

"His husband died again."

"……it's a pity."

"indeed."

"How many times is this?"

"Fifth...sixth? I don't remember exactly."

"Forget it, it's nothing important."

"Yes."

"Brace, that poor child, lost his father at such a young age. By the way, how old is he?"

"Hmm... seems to be the same age as Xiaolong."

At a quarter to eleven, a house elf suddenly appeared in the living room, looking timidly at the Malfoys with eyes as big as light bulbs, and asked in a shrill voice, "When will the masters have lunch?"

Lucius looked down at the notepad, "Let's wait another hour, eat later today. Also, take out the bottle of champagne and cherry brandy in the wine cellar, and this letter... I'll finish writing it later, together Let the golden eagle be sent to Mrs. Zabini." He wrote the letter while commanding, "Sissy, do you want to write one too?"

"Of course, poor Madame Zabini."

Narcissa nodded, sat next to Lucius, took a piece of scented letter paper, and skillfully wrote a series of beautiful cursive characters with a quill pen. Of course, the content is probably a bunch of reading 'Pretty' diplomatic rhetoric that is practically empty.

Moreover, everyone knows very well that the 'poor' Mrs. Zabini should have received many comfort (words) letters with the same content today.

"By the way, when will Little Blake arrive?"

"I told him, it's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the dinner time is five o'clock. You know, Lucius." Narcissa frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then raised her head proudly to answer, "The inferior people in America There are no nobles in the gathering place. I am really worried that he will embarrass us tonight. Therefore, I specially asked him to arrive earlier, so that if there is anything wrong, we can correct it in time."

"Honey, you always do things properly." Lucius smiled with satisfaction and restraint, turned half sideways, and kissed Narcissa on the cheek.

At this time, in the baby room on the second floor, Draco's loud cry after waking up suddenly sounded.

The couple looked at each other, and Narcissa took the lead towards the stairs.Lucius took his wand and cleaned up all the documents on the long table, then handed the letter he wrote just now to the house elf, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he quickly walked in the direction of his wife and children.

At the same time, Danny Black finally stood on the steps of the Diogenes Club after all the hard work.

This is a very weird club.In the club, all members are not allowed to talk to each other.

It is said that many people in London, some timid and some cynical, do not like the company of others, but they are not averse to sitting in a comfortable place and reading the latest periodicals.

And so, for this purpose, was born the Diogenes Club, which took in the most solitary and unsociable people of the town.Except in the reception room, no one is allowed to talk. If three fouls are brought to the attention of the club committee, the talker will be expelled.

The founder of this club is none other than Mr. Mycroft Holmes, who 'professes to be only a small government clerk'.

That is, Danny Black's immediate boss who came to the UK this time.

Using pen and paper, Danny managed to get the waiter at the reception to take him to the only reception room in the club that allowed people to make a sound.

"You look a bit embarrassed." Holmes Mycroft, who was sitting in an armchair, said affirmatively. He had eaten too much dessert recently, and his body was slightly fatter, but there was still a majestic expression between his brows. His gray eyes were deep and alert, his pursed lips looked bold, and his gaze was sharp and full of insight.

He looked Danny up and down, and suddenly said, "Is the air in the suburbs of London not bad? You should have taken a lot of useful things."

He paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "However... your recent luck seems to be very bad."

"How did you know I went to the suburbs? Uh... wait, don't tell me." Danny blurted out in shock, but soon covered his head with his hands in annoyance.

The bad taxi incident before made him unable to bear to be distracted in front of this person.

Fortunately, he quickly remembered the strangeness of the gentleman in front of him.

With the magical surname of Holmes, no matter what truth he inadvertently said, it is not surprising.

"Robbery...no...should be something worse." Holmes Mycroft ignored him, and continued to watch him thinking, and soon, in the next moment, he came to a conclusion, "It seems that you have recently had a relationship with a serial killer Very fate."

"That's right, the law and order in Britain has deteriorated to such an extent, you should feel worried." Danny put down his hands holding his head, and returned ironically without the slightest hesitation.

"That's Scotland Yard's business, it's out of my control." Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said with a joke, "I thought you would try to be a good citizen and send the murderer to the police station instead of playing some tricks to escape .”

"As you said, it's the FBI... No, Scotland Yard's business has nothing to do with me." Danny curled his lips, "Besides, facing the black muzzle of a gun, I, an innocent civilian, really can't muster up the courage to resist .Besides, mine is not a trick, it's magic."

"Teleport?"

"No, Apparation."

"Okay." Mycroft seemed to have lost interest in this topic. Perhaps his clever mind had already thought things through clearly, but he has always lacked the curiosity to personally verify boring things, so he just responded lightly. After saying a word, the topic changed, "When will your noble sister bring you into the magic world?"

"It's my cousin." Danny Black corrected subconsciously, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, she invited me to a dinner party today."

"Dinner?" Mycroft raised his head, forgetting to look at Danny's jeans, white T-shirt and backpack...

"You mean to just go straight to the dinner party like this?"

"Yes."

Mycroft was silent for a moment, couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and mourned for Mrs. Malfoy, "Three o'clock is indeed a suitable time, but I suggest you arrive a little earlier, so as not to burden your cousin. "

"Burden?" Danny repeated these two words in bewilderment.

But McCoff had no intention of explaining to him, and just said to himself, "There is no order for you at the moment, but I need you to help me bring me all the information about the wizarding world. Remember, it is everything! Economic development level, educational level , political culture, and the maximum lethality of magic, etc., the most important point..." He said two words solemnly and sternly: "Land."

"Land?" Danny repeated stupidly. "What the hell is that?"

"I want to know how much land these black households have illegally occupied in our country."

"Hey... I'm just one person... Do you let me measure it myself?"

"Think of a way! Think of a way!" Mycroft tapped the floor with his cane, impatiently, "Look up the classics, consult your wizard's government, anyway, I just want the result."

"Or, you can't do it?" He raised the corners of his lips and showed a fake smile, full of threats, with an expression of 'If you can't do it, you will die'.

"Of course...well, you are the boss, you have the final say." Danny drooped his head in frustration, frowning.