witch mary bennet

For the questioning of colleagues, Mary just apologized and said that Charlie Dawn didn't tell her anything, and soon there were patients coming to see the doctor, and she was busy all morning, but she was always absent-minded when working, and she was still thinking about it. Poor Shuya.

Fortunately, yesterday I made an appointment with Baldr to meet at noon. As soon as I saw him, Mary couldn't wait to tell him about the house elf.

"Haha, that's luck," Badr laughed, "I'm just worried that I can't find a house elf to serve you. Just now, the old guy Becker insisted that I stay for lunch. I haven't agreed yet. Now it's time Take you with me."

Then he explained that this Mr. Becker is the owner of the Safeway Hotel, a very good Squib. , In the past few years, he has also formed an investment fund named after his surname. 40.00% of this money also comes from the Knight family, the rest comes from other investors, and he himself owns [-]% of the shares.The year before last, Mr. Becker invested four-fifths of the fund in St. Mungo's Hospital, so he also became one of the directors of the hospital.

"So, Mary, the profits you have worked so hard for St. Mungo's will eventually be distributed to me," Bader concluded with a smile.

They rushed to the Safeville Hotel, and when they saw Mr. Becker, Mary felt that it was quite rash to come to the door like this, but Mr. Becker was extremely polite to her, and in addition to arranging a maid to serve her, he sent someone back Go home, and take his wife here to accompany Mary.

"My wife is a witch, too," he explained to them both, "and she would have liked to marry a Squib like me and live a Muggle life, and in fact, if she could have a lot of love with a young witch like Miss Bennet I think she should be very happy."

"I remember that one of your daughters is a witch," Bader laughed. "After we get married, there will be a ball in the manor. Please ask Mrs. Becker to bring your children and dance together."

The witch Mrs. Becker came to the hotel and had to take a carriage. While waiting for her, Bardell told Mr. Becker about the house elves.

"I got a letter this morning expressing exactly the matter," said Mr. Baker, "and it has been suggested that this matter should be discussed at the board meeting to-morrow, and that every house-elf may be considered a saint." Mungo's property will never be allowed to be lost casually like this."

"In this case," Badr thought for a while, "could you propose to put this house elf up for auction? Anyway, she has already broken away from the labor relationship with St. Mungo, so I will pay to buy her."

"Auction?" Mr. Becker smiled, "It will cost a lot of money, let me see if I can use internal prices or other methods, anyway, I still have one afternoon today to study this I have to find out what happened first."

"Listening to the situation described by Mary," Bader frowned, "Could it be that the Dresden family's behavior touched an ancient spell?"

"It's possible," Mr. Becker spread his hands, "I've never been able to do it with spells, so I'm more inclined to Muggle ideas. Maybe someone wants to take the opportunity to teach the Dresden family a lesson and take St. Mungo's house elf. Serving the family members is not just as simple as pretending to be public servants!"

Bader smiled, "Considering that Mr. Dresden saved my life, naturally I can't speak ill of him, but he is not polite to Mary at all."

"Is Miss Bennet familiar with that house-elf named Shuya?" Mr. Baker asked again, "If I have a chance to meet her, can I use your name and ask this house-elf to tell the truth Woolen cloth?"

"It should be fine." Mary still had this confidence, "Shuya has been taking care of several wards including mine."

After we chatted for a while, Mrs. Becker arrived. She was a woman in her forties who was always happy. After saying a few polite words to Mary, she apologized and said that it was their family who sent her last time. The servants revealed their secrets, which led to Muggles knowing the wizard identities of Mr. Knight and Miss Bennet.

"It's nothing," Mary almost forgot about the servant, she hastily smiled politely, "that gentleman is already engaged to my sister, we will soon become relatives, my two sisters' fiancés all know us wizard status."

"Miss Bennet, I heard you have several sisters?" Mrs. Baker asked again.

"I have two younger sisters," Mary replied.

"To tell you the truth, Miss Bennet, it's really because we, Mr. Baker, like to imitate wizards on weekdays," Mrs. Baker said again, "at his age, he often pretends to be very vicious, especially In front of young people, in the business circles of London, he even mixed up the nickname of 'wizard', so that day when the servant heard what the wizard said, he really believed it."

Compared with Mrs. Catherine, who is very fond of Muggle life, this Mr. Becker is just the opposite. Mary finds it very interesting. It seems that how a person lives for a lifetime depends entirely on himself.

Mary had to go back to work in the afternoon, and Badr had nothing to do, so when he sent Mary back to St. Mungo's, he couldn't help complaining about why her application for resignation was thrown away as soon as it was handed in.

"Mr. Dresden can't take care of himself right now?" Mary laughed.

"Where do you want to go this weekend?" He asked again, "I'll make arrangements now."

"Badr, of course you pick the place," Mary replied, "If you don't choose well, I have reason to complain."

As a result, Bader laughed loudly, "Mary, why don't you complain to me? I never knew what it was like for you to complain about me."

The afternoon passed peacefully, and Mary became more and more convinced that someone was going to take the opportunity to teach Mr. Dresden a lesson, because many people knew that Shuya's matter would be on the board of directors tomorrow, and it was rumored that this poor little The guy was locked up in St. Mungo's cellar.

Bader didn't stay at the Safeway Hotel in the afternoon, so he couldn't bring any good news from Mr. Becker to Mary. The two had dinner and walked around for a while, and Mary thought that she should take advantage of In the evening, pack up the luggage in the dormitory first.

"Excellent," said Badr. "Mary, is your dorm restricted to outsiders? I'm going to visit your room. You don't have anything in your house at home."

"My room is a mess," said Mary, blushing, and worried about which co-workers she might run into.

"Oh, then I just want to see how messy it is," Bader said with a smile.

In fact, Mary's room was fairly tidy, and when they entered, they only encountered two St. Mungo's employees whose names Mary could not name.

While Mary was boiling water to make tea, Badr carefully looked at the graduation certificate hanging on the wall, and at the withered flowers in the jug, trying to cast a spell to bring them back to life, but failed Finally, his eyes fell on the two pieces of bacon hanging on the window.

"Mary, can you cook?" he asked, and Mary had eaten the bacon with the neat cut sides.

"I remember your mother saying," he laughed again, "that she never let her daughter know anything about the kitchen."

"I'm different from them," Mary replied, "Although I only learned after graduation, at least in the past year, I have successfully fed myself. I don't eat St. Mungo's staff cafeteria every day. "

"Sigh..." Bader sighed pretentiously, "If I had known I wouldn't be going out for dinner tonight, then I could taste your handicraft."

"Bread with bacon?" Mary laughed loudly, "Badr, have you never eaten such rough food in your life?"

He froze, touched the back of his head, seemed very embarrassed, "It seems that there is no such thing, Mary, you know, I never treat myself badly when it comes to food."

"It's nothing, really," Mary laughed. "I don't feel like I'm treating myself badly when I eat bread and bacon."

As she said, she started to pack her luggage, but was stopped by Badr again, "What's the hurry, in a day or two, Shuya will become your house elf, and letting her pack her luggage is definitely better than your own Get it in order."

"I can tidy myself," said Mary earnestly.

"I know, I know," he explained hastily, "I'm afraid that you will be tired?"

So the two sat down to chat, and not long after, Bader got up and wanted to go back.Before going out, he kissed Mary again, and then suddenly told her a little impatiently that he might not be able to see her at noon tomorrow because Phibos asked him to go home for lunch.

"He sent Jiji over today to find the message I sent," Badr sighed, "so I'm definitely going."

"Don't quarrel with him," Mary also frowned, she didn't believe that Phoebes would change his previous prejudice soon, and he would definitely try to get Bader to give up on her tomorrow.

He smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Mary, don't worry, I know how to measure."

"Go to bed early," he ordered again.

After Baldr left, Mary suddenly thought that she had never given Baldr anything.Badr is busy every day, helping her solve all kinds of troubles at home, accompanying her, and even quarreling with Phibos for her. Thinking about it this way, he is really more important than the house elf Shuya. Poor thing.

Mary immediately forgot Baldr's instructions, and she happened to have one or two unembroidered plain linen handkerchiefs, which she searched for, and immediately planned to embroider them and give them to him.It took her more than an hour to flip through the picture book to find a suitable pattern for him, and then she felt that the linen handkerchief was too common, and the soft fabric made of raw silk and linen seemed to be enough to match Baldr.

So busy until nearly twelve o'clock, Mary fell asleep.So much so that she dozed off in her consulting room the next morning. Of course, this was mainly because there were no patients. St. Mungo's board of directors was not over before lunch, so that most of the employees seemed to be They also lost interest in talking about it.

After lunch, Mary went to Diagon Alley. In addition to checking the progress of the custom-made wedding dress, she thought of another thing. It seemed that Bader had never mentioned his own wedding dress, so it was better to order him as well. do it all.The dress shop they settled on was the same one that Baldr usually bought clothes, and there must be his clothes size there.

Mary finished this important event before going to work in the afternoon. Men's wedding dresses are a little cheaper than women's, but the store has promised to embroider Mr. Knight's dark green robe with the same gold color as her dress So Mary paid the deposit with satisfaction. Of course, it was also because she couldn't help but secretly laugh when she thought of Badr's surprised expression when he saw this beautiful dress.

The author has something to say: Is it too much to write about the relationship between Baldr and Mary?It seems like the plot has slowed down again...

Otherwise, try to skip the middle ones, and try to get married as soon as possible...