witch mary bennet

When changing the dressing in the morning, Mr. Dresden specially inspected the wounds of the wounded, and he came to a very satisfactory conclusion. Although the healing speed was still slower than ordinary wounds, the wounds were under the dual effects of medicine and spells, It's finally starting to heal.

Mary is very happy, and it's not just because Bader is getting better soon, as she told him, she now hopes that he will be released from the hospital early, so that she can apply for leave to go home for a few days up.

The injured man on the hospital bed now behaves like a healthy person except for the terrible wound on the back. "Mary," he smiled, "it seems that you don't like this job so much."

When Mrs. Hamilton was hospitalized before, she was called by her Christian name directly. Mary also knew that some hospitalized patients, especially older wives, liked this.However, Buddell Knight also called her that way from the moment he woke up. Maybe they were already such familiar friends, so Mary let him be like this, but she had to call him Knight in a proper manner. gentlemen.

"Of course not," Mary replied with a smile. The house elf Shuya has brought her good news, "My eldest sister may be getting married soon, and my future brother-in-law will leave for my house in a few days to ask my father Propose marriage."

"Oh, congratulations." Badr looked at her quite curiously, "Mary, I don't think you have been out of my sight these days. How did you get the news from the Muggle world?"

Mary didn't want to make it so clear to him, and she certainly couldn't tell him that, when none of the sisters had a proper opportunity to speak, it was the house-elf who was delivering the letter who asked Jane directly, and Miss Bennet didn't either. Dodging, he generously asked Shuya to pass the news to her sister. Mr. Bingley had indeed proposed to her, and she had already agreed to him.

"I have a lot of ways," she said proudly, "and, I think I should be the first one in my family to know."

"Oh, great," Badr must have been too bored to discuss this matter with her, "Then tell me about the gentleman who is going to be your brother-in-law, I think you must be very fond of him." Very satisfied."

Is Mary satisfied with Mr. Bingley?She had almost forgotten what he looked like.So she just said lightly, "Our whole family is very satisfied with him."

Bader was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, "Isn't it presumptuous to ask how much property he has?" He asked again.

"About a hundred thousand pounds," Mary replied, knowing that Baldur was familiar with the Muggle world, so there was no need to convert it into Galleons for him.

"That's not too much," he smiled, and asked again, "Is it a gentleman?"

Mary nodded.

"How many sisters do you have?" He continued to ask a new question, "I remember you have four sisters."

Mary also admired his memory a little, so she told him that she was the third daughter in the family.

"Oh..." Bader dragged his tone as if he had discovered something interesting, "Then after your second sister gets married, will your family force you to go home and marry a Muggle?" ah?"

It was true, but Mary had no intention of admitting it. "Mr. Knight," she still replied in a relaxed and cheerful tone, "my parents are both Muggles. Do you think that a normal witch would be subject to Muggles?"

"What's more, you are a witch who has received a Hogwarts education and has a decent job," Buddur Knight smiled and helped her complete the last part of the sentence.

They chatted a little longer, and he asked Mary if her owl had brought back his letter.

"The owl only delivers the letter to the dormitory," Mary replied, "I won't know until I get back to the dormitory."

"I remember you saying you can Apparate," he continued, "Can you go back and take a look now?"

Mary laughed unceremoniously, "Mr. Knight, are you waiting for a letter from some lady?"

"Use your brains, Mary," replied Baldur Knight unhurriedly, "if there was such a lady as you imagined, she would have rushed to St. Mungo's to keep watch. I'm sorry, maybe I will drive a young lady like you away from me."

Such an answer was reasonable, and Mary could hardly find any reason to refute it, so she obediently went to check the letter.She apparated back to the dormitory, and the owl Phoenician had indeed returned, squatting on the dining table in the common kitchen, pecking at the biscuit crumbs that someone had spilled. Mary hurriedly found a large amount of dry owl food for the poor animal, and then Only then did he flip through the letters at its feet.

They were, indeed, addressed to Mr. Bader Knight.

Almost following these letters, more and more people came to visit the wounded.In addition to his friends who rushed over when they heard that Bader had recovered, there were managers of all aspects of the Knight family’s property, as well as some business partners—all these were told by Bader to Mary, but She didn't care about this at all, and only when young ladies came to visit, she would secretly look at them with interest. Miss, never showed up.

"Mary, come in quickly," Badernet stopped ringing the bell and called her bluntly after his physical strength recovered to the level where he could speak at a normal volume.When Mary rushed to the ward, she saw a carved glass jar on the small table in front of the bed, filled with some kind of lemon-yellow lumpy food.

"Come and eat this," Badr pointed to the glass jar, still commanding.

"What is this?" Mary wasn't too sure, "Is it a pineapple?"

This tropical fruit has always been a luxury on the tables of noble families, and Mary only ate it a few times at Hogwarts banquets, but Baldr has already given a positive answer.

"It's pineapple," he frowned, showing a disgusted expression, "it's already been made into candied fruit, so I can only give it to you ladies as snacks."

Of course Mary remembered that there was a young lady who came with her father in the afternoon, and she brought more than that. She, because she wears a bright yellow dress."

Buddell Knight was already trying to bury his face in the pillow to force himself not to continue laughing, "Oh, Mary," he said solemnly after he finally stopped laughing, "You can't Telling a joke like that would make my wounds burst open."

Mary pulled out her wand and conjured up two small silver forks. She forked a piece of pineapple and handed it to Badr's mouth, "Well, Mr. Knight, this is compensation for the open wound."

Badr ate obediently. "I don't like to eat fruit," he said again. "You can take that basket of fruit away, and you can invite your colleagues to taste it together."

"That's not acceptable!" Mary waved her hands again and again, "This lady clearly gave it to you."

"I'm forwarding it to you again," he insisted.

This basket of nectarines, plums, strawberries and gooseberries is the most popular delicacy of the season.Mary left the basket in the communal kitchen of the dormitory, with a note on it stating that Mr. Knight had invited everyone to eat, and when she returned the next day, the basket was basically empty.

Two days later, among the crowd who came to visit the wounded, there were people whom Mary knew again.

That Miss Diana Horton, Mary wasn't sure if Bardell would be happy to see her, but she didn't come alone. Her aunt, parents, Mr. and Mrs. Simmons came all the way from Bournemouth , Mary remembered Sophie saying that they were Miss Holden's only relatives.

She had seen the Simmons couple in Stillwater Manor, so she greeted them politely.Mary didn't pay much attention to Mr. and Mrs. Simmons at the ball. Only then did she realize that the couple's looks were quite outstanding. Perhaps it was because of this reason that they treated people with indescribable arrogance. As for Miss Horton On the contrary, she was more accommodating. When she saw Mary, she said that she was so busy with work at Gringotts that she had to ask for leave to visit her future brother.

Mary knew that such a visit still had a very special meaning, but she still kept them out as a matter of routine, and went inside to inform Baldr.

He smiled helplessly, "Mary, can I ask not to see them?"

"Of course," said Mary earnestly, "I'll just tell them you're sleeping."

"Oh, forget it," he smiled, "come and help me, just to see if I can sit up without painkillers."

Now Mary knew that it was pointless to stop him, so she could only carefully support him while watching his facial expressions with concern.

She could feel his body trembling a few times, but he didn't show a painful expression. Balder Knight slowly straightened his body and asked, "Mary, can you help me find a robe?" Are you coming?"

St. Mungo's fine linen robes for the patients in the hospital came in handy at last, and Mary helped him put them on, and when he saw that his hair was a little messy, he straightened it out.

"I should shave, too," he stroked his chin. "Give me my wand, Mary, and get me a mirror."

Mary had her usual small mirror in her pocket, so she was able to watch Baldr's superb skills in shaving with a wand, and when he found that she was watching with gusto, he could also ask , "Mary, I heard that witches often use wands to twist their hair, don't you?"

Mary only had the simplest hairstyles, which did not prevent her from giving an affirmative answer confidently. After dawdling for more than ten minutes, Bader was finally able to receive this special visitor with a relatively normal image.

"I kept you waiting for a long time," Mary smiled at the Simmons couple. "It just happened to be time for Mr. Knight to take his medicine."

The Simmons couple expressed their dissatisfaction in silence, so after they entered, Mary immediately looked at the wall clock on the wall.

After about 15 minutes, the visit was over, and Mary noticed that the expressions of the Simmons and his wife were quite gloomy, but they also nodded symbolically when their niece said goodbye to her.

Mary felt that she didn't need to be too concerned about the matters of Knight's family, but after a while, Badr called her from the inner room.

"I thought you'd come in by yourself," he even complained to her, "don't you care if my wound is open?"

Mary guessed that the meeting just now must have caused both the host and the guest to be quite unhappy. Sure enough, after he got back together, Badr asked her, "Will anyone with a discerning eye think that Phibs married this Miss Horton? ?”

Mary didn't want to answer this question, but she still thought about it carefully before shaking her head, "I'm afraid only Mr. and Mrs. Simmons think this way? Mr. Knight, I don't think you can change anything now."

"Then the Simmonses should also understand this," Buddell Knight looked a little annoyed, "I really don't want to be relatives with such a family."

After a few words of persuasion, Mary managed to shift his attention to the gift box brought by the visitor. Unfortunately, after opening it, he found that it was stuffed with all kinds of biscuits and candies, and there were A few fresh cucumbers were pressed at the bottom of the box.

"Oh, Mary, do you think if I asked Shuya to distribute these to St. Mungo's house-elves," Baldr asked strangely, "would they eat them?"

"I'll let Shuya take the cucumbers to the kitchen." Mary also laughed helplessly, "The rest should be her reward."