HP's Foreign Land

one,

Matilde finished the day's performance and returned to the dressing room exhausted. The room was as chaotic as before she went on stage, and the fans' gifts were piled up in the corner. Matilde, who didn't care about these tonight But surprisingly picky.She frowned and searched with her slender eyebrows. Assistant Graff did not wait respectfully in the corner of the dressing room for her to order as usual.

Mathilde lost her temper, the things in the dressing room experienced a storm under her spell, and the attentive theater manager ignored her tonight as if under an amnesia spell.Matilde, who is used to being sought after, waved his wand indiscriminately under the watchful eyes of the staff, and slammed the door angrily.Annoyed, she dropped her wand, threw herself into the couch, and jumped up screaming the next moment.

She hesitantly took out an invitation letter in a hard-shell envelope from the sofa. It was unremarkable and completely different from the ones she had received before, but it was strangely more touching than those expensive letters.Mathilde temporarily put aside the distracting thoughts that made her increasingly anxious, and opened the envelope.

The content of the letter is concise and clear: Dear Miss Mathilde... I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night after watching your performance for the first time... I am sending this letter with a lot of anxiety... Please come... at Oak Tree Tea House Greetings...

The name is a male, cursive signature: Nish Nickrich.

Looks like an Eastern European name, Mademoiselle Mathilde said to herself.She took the letter in her hand and circled the house, she desperately wanted to escape from here, even though she was so dazzled by the splendor she now possesses.But people will wake up one day, now she wakes up, she doesn't want to be used by people on both sides, she longs to be her own master, instead of being a dispensable pawn driven by others, whitewashing peace all day long .

She desperately longed to escape the grip of the dreaded Ludwig Brown; and she was tired of dealing with old madman Henri Dresch.She squeezed the envelope and tried to empathize, thanking the little assistant and the theater manager for their "negligence" tonight.

An hour later, the house-elf timidly came in to clean up and found the house empty.The costume Mathilde wore tonight was rolled up and thrown in front of the makeup mirror, the bottles and jars on the table rolled to the ground, and the powder and perfume were spilled on the carpet.Her wizard robes and cloak were gone.

two,

Mathilde found the Oak Tree Teahouse according to the address on the letter. She was relieved that this teahouse was quite famous in the local area. Even though it was almost early morning, the warm light from the large glass windows was still fascinating. .Mathilde seemed to have heard some kind of call, and when she came to her senses, she had already pushed open the door of the teahouse.

She rejected the boss's suggestion to use the box, tightened the cloak around her head, and hid her face even deeper.The boss is obviously used to how to get along with the evasive wizard who doesn't show his true face, and turned a blind eye to her weird behavior.Throwing down six silver Sickles, Mathilde sat down at the table next to the wall, and a cup of tea with green smoke appeared on the table.

Mathilde carefully observes the surroundings, and the people around him are still the same, chatting, laughing and forgetting themselves, as if they are indifferent to the surroundings.

Such indifference reassured Mathilde, she gradually relaxed, and took a sip of the tea that was no longer hot.

When someone sat across from her, her heart was suspended, and she was stunned when she saw the other person's appearance clearly.

It was a handsome young man, wearing a navy blue wizard robe and an elegant tie. At first glance, he looked like a decent person, with at least a good income.At this moment, the young man looked at Mathilde with a smile on his face, as if he recognized the secretive woman at a glance.Under his gaze, Mathilde was insane and motionless, as if under a petrification spell, and she even felt the fragrance of the love potion on the tip of her tongue...

A bouquet of pink roses appeared in the hands of the young man, and the pearl-like brilliance made people's hearts throb.

Mathilde couldn't help saying to himself: "It's so cute."

Pink roses fluttered on the table like butterflies, and the charming floral fragrance surrounded the room between the two.

Mathilde narrowed her eyes intoxicated, she had completely let go of her guard.

At the same time, a wand appeared in the hand holding the bouquet. Mathilde was full of expectations for his next scene, and the wand was pressed against her jaw.

She finally realized something, and her face changed drastically.

The smiling face of the handsome man did not change.

Mathilde rolled his eyes in a panic, and the wizards around him were not affected at all, turning a deaf ear to the change of this table.Mathilde's face was ashen.

Mathilde is not going to sit still.

The hand placed under the table moved slightly, and there was severe pain in her wrist. She screamed in pain, and the wand in her hand flew out uncontrollably, and was stepped on the sole of her foot by another person who was walking slowly.The chin was still pressed against the cold wand, and Mathilde's cloak hat slipped off during the struggle just now, revealing a pale face and terrified eyes.

Intuition told her that the visitor was a woman just like her.She was wearing a gorgeous purple-red cloak, her face was hidden in the cloak hat, and her long black hair slipped out of the cloak, she seemed very young.

The entire teahouse exudes a leisurely and quiet atmosphere, with laughter and whispers coming from time to time.Only this corner is out of place and seems to be forgotten by people.

Mathilde completely gave up the illusion of being rescued, and she closed her eyes resignedly.

"Who are you?"

The man turned to the brunette and said, "She asked who we are?"

"You don't have to know."

The man turned back, "You don't need to know."

"What do you want to do?"

The man turned his head again, "What do you want to do?"

"Ask her about a person's movements."

The man turned back and said, "I'm asking you about a person's movements."

"Who?" Mathilde asked.

"Who?" The man turned to face the brunette again.

The black-haired witch couldn't bear it anymore, "I understand!"

The man closed his mouth obediently, and the smile on his face was so bright that it made one's hair stand on end.

The black-haired witch came to the table and asked condescendingly, "Ludwig Brown."

Mathilde gritted his teeth.

"And by the way, about Henry Dre."

Mathilde said with difficulty: "I don't know what you are talking about..."

A beam of strange light burst out from the magic wand touching the chin, and Mathilde felt the pain of crushing bones all over her body. She screamed in pain, and the scream instantly flooded the entire teahouse, and the surrounding wizards were still deaf.

"You have to be clear about one thing. We are not here to invite you to drink tea. I am not interested in your plausible way of speaking. I am not one of those men who voluntarily be bewitched by you." The black-haired witch said.

"Let's change the place, this woman has a tight mouth." The young man suggested.

The black-haired witch nodded and waved to the boss. The young man waved his wand. Mathilde leaned over and was slowly dragged towards the door leading to the back street like a heavily loaded sack.

"Thank you Albert!" The black-haired witch expressed her gratitude to the boss. "Gentlemen and ladies, excuse me!"

The wizards in the teahouse Qiqi raised their teacups and wine glasses, expressing that they don't mind and wishing her good luck.