witch mary bennet

Bader was stunned again, and then he hugged Mary tightly into his arms almost crazily.

Mary could feel his body trembling violently, it seemed that it was not just because of excitement, she soon heard a few inaudible sobs, could it be...he was crying?

Mary was taken aback, she struggled a bit, anxious to look at him, "Mary, don't move," he muttered, with a strong nasal voice, and she really didn't dare to move anymore.

After a while, Bader let her go. When Mary looked at him, tears were still on his face. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, but he stayed obediently, hesitating, "Mary, Isn't it very useless?"

"Of course not," Mary said softly, "Badr, it's just that the pressure is too great, and I have to force myself to find the murderer..."

She was halfway through her sentence when he suddenly leaned against her breast, a gesture so bold that Mary blushed immediately and pushed him hard.

Bader just pampered himself a little bit, and when he sat up straight again, his expression was normal, "Mary, I know what you want, but now I still can't agree," he looked at her, "Can you spare a weekend to go with me?" A trip to the Alps, although the time is a little tight, but two days should be able to go back and forth."

"What are you going to do?" Mary was a little puzzled.

"I haven't told you that there is a well-known psychic among my relatives in the village of Gruyères in the Alps. When those of you surnamed Knight are in trouble, they sometimes go to her for help..."

"It's no trouble!" Mary interrupted him loudly at once.

"Of course," Bader lowered his head, "Mary, I really can't make up my mind right now. If I don't go, I have to go."

"Let's go together." Mary has always been skeptical of psychics, but a child of a traditional wizard family like Baldr obviously believes in this. She wants to see, this psychic Do you really have the ability to take them apart!

So Mary asked again, "Has this relative of Balder made any successful prophecies?"

"A lot." He thought for a while, and then said with a smile, "Mary, if you can forgive the mistakes you made, you can tell me an example."

"What could be wrong?" Mary also smiled, "Speak, Baldr."

"Call her Grandma Amy, she once told that Phoebes would definitely marry a beautiful pure-blooded witch," Badr took a deep breath, "At that time, it was clear that no pure-blooded family would have anything against Phoebes." Good impression, so I finally found it.”

Mary was stunned for a moment, and then felt helpless, "Forget it, it's over anyway," she still smiled, "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have encountered it."

However, this was obviously a successful prophecy, and Mary also became interested in Grandma Amy, so she asked again, "How do you go to the Alps?"

"I will take the two rune Pegasus at home to drive," he replied, "they are faster than the Iseron Pegasus. If all goes well, we will start from London at dawn, and we will probably reach Gerry before sunset." Ruyer village."

"Just this weekend?" Mary pressed.

"Of course, the sooner the better!" Bader was also grinning.

In fact, traveling across half of the European continent was much more wonderful than Mary imagined. There were several times when Bader let the carriage down, such as when they were crossing the channel, or pointing to her to see the valley of the Rhone The famous castles here, and the ancient Roman aqueducts in the south of France.At noon, they had already arrived at a certain French wizarding village on the edge of the Verdon Gorge for lunch. Bader ordered a grilled steak poured with a lot of wine, a small plate of fat and tender foie gras, and a soft French Salty bread and Brie.

It's a pity that Mary doesn't have enough mind to taste the delicious food. Her attention will still be attracted by the towering mountains around, the deep and wide canyon not far from them, and the torrential river at the bottom of the canyon. Moreover, Baldr and She had to keep her ears open when the native spoke French, which he spoke wonderfully!

"Oh, Bader, it's too bad," Mary complained, "I can't speak French at all, and I will see Grandma Amy later..."

"Don't worry, Grandma Amy speaks German," Bader laughed. "Fortunately, I can always make the other party understand when I talk to her."

After dinner, Mary still wanted to take a look around, but Bader had already pulled her back into the carriage unceremoniously, "I have business to do today," he said, "If you like this place, we have plenty of time to come later. Play."

Bader's arrangements were perfect, and by four o'clock in the afternoon, they had already landed on the meadow outside the village of Gruyères. Bader unhooked the two horses, let them go foraging freely, and ordered them to come back tomorrow morning. I came to the carriage to wait for orders, and then told Mary, "Take the gift for Grandma Amy, we are going to walk through this hillside."

When the two of them had just stood on the hillside, Mary had already seen an old lady wearing a gorgeous colorful shawl and an equally gorgeous headscarf. She seemed to have been standing at the entrance of the village long ago, and Bader waved, "Afternoon Well, Grandma Amy! Is that sure to come?"

Although readers have no reading barriers, they must also understand Mary's depression.She knew Baldr said hello, but she couldn't understand anything but "Grandma Emmy."

He dragged Mary and walked over very quickly. Mary tried to force a smile, but fortunately she could still understand her name. When Badr introduced it to Grandma Amy, she saluted politely.

"Oh, great, little Bader," said Grandma Amy, whose face was old and she seemed to have few teeth left in her mouth, but she spoke quite clearly, and she grabbed Mary's hand , touched it with her unusually rough hands, and then looked at Bader, "Finally did the right thing."

Badr was very happy, "Grandma Amy, are you serious? Can you marry Mary?"

Grandma Amy didn't pay attention to her anymore, she just grabbed Mary's hand and dragged her into the village while nagging her, she could only obediently follow, while Bader held the gift follow behind.

Grandma Amy still lived in a thatched cottage, but it was a very beautiful thatched cottage, surrounded by all kinds of flowers, and the room was filled with a strong fragrance. Plenty of spices stuffed into the fireplace.

Badr sneezed immediately. "Oh, Grandma Amy," he muttered, "don't burn these spices when you eat your fondue."

"Oh, by the way, cheese fondue," Grandma Amy seemed to have just remembered, and she looked at Mary with a smile again, "little girl, do you like grandma Amy's spices?"

When Bader translated this sentence, Mary smiled, "Grandma Amy, Bader doesn't seem to like it very much, so he doesn't like it either."

When he translated her answer back, he smiled very happily, and Grandma Amy was not angry, "Oh, just wait and see, little girl, there will be people here who want to find something they like."

She went to the kitchen, and Mary didn't see the house-elf in the hut, so she said to Baldur that she thought she should help Grandma Amy.

"Go with me," he said, "though I don't know anything about kitchen matters."

In fact, Grandma Amy's command of all kinds of housekeeping spells is amazing, but she happily assigned them the work. Mary set the plates and divided the vegetables into each plate. Grandma Amy called her again and again. Add more vegetables that you like to eat. As for Badr, she told him to go to the living room and move two chairs to the dining room.

"Grandma Amy didn't have dinner with Phibs and his wife last time they came," he whispered to Mary.

Then Grandma Amy must have confirmed their marriage, and Mary was also happy.

The pan was set on the small charcoal stove, and it was full of creamy thick cheese. As soon as Baldur and Mary got a hard-boiled egg, "I know the British love meat, but they are vegetarian," said Grandma Amy, "Thor Blessed to be a vegetarian, I lived to be 85 years old. When I live in a place that produces the best cheese in the world, I will definitely not like those dirty meats."

"However, we are guests," she continued, "so we are allowed to eat an extra boiled egg. In fact, eggs are also considered meat, because they can hatch chicks."

"Grandma Amy, you can only eat bread," Bader said while using a fork to pierce the egg pan covered with cheese, and then happily ate it.

"Little girl, eat more fruits and vegetables." Grandma Amy ignored Bader at all, she only looked at Mary, "They will not grow old, live to be seven or eighty years old, and lead a happy life full of children and grandchildren."

Is this a prophecy?Mary was puzzled, she took a peek at Bader, but he didn't seem to notice at all, he was too focused on eating, only when Grandma Amy asked Phibs, she agreed.

"Don't worry too much about Phoebes' affairs," she said again, "little Bader, always ignore what you say."

"No!" He hastily argued, "Didn't this bring Mary to show?"

"What's so interesting," Grandma Amy said unceremoniously, "what else do you want to do if you don't get married?"

"But..." Bader began to commit his old habit again, "Grandma Amy, there is still no clue about the murderer."

"There is already a clue," Grandma Amy said casually as she took the tomatoes on the plate and dipped them into the cheese.

Now, not only Bader, but even Mary became confused along with him. He looked at her several times before he finally understood.

"Grandma Amy, do you mean that as long as you marry Mary," Bader was a little excited, "will you get clues about the murderer?"

"Did you say it?" Grandma Amy just glanced at Bader, and then continued to eat her tomatoes.

The author has something to say: Today is really bad... When I washed my face, I sucked the foam of the cleansing soap into my nose, so my nose hurts and I have a headache. This chapter is a little shorter...