witch mary bennet

The manor was quiet, and when the two of them were alone walking in the wide corridor, Mary felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Actually, Muggles are not useless," she said with a smile, "I still have four servants in my family, so it would be more lively if there are more people."

"Mary, think about it, I was still living here alone before yesterday," Bader sighed, "Fortunately, you are here, and you can still talk to me."

When he said this, Mary would feel that he was really pitiful. Anyway, there was no one around, so she pulled him to a stop, stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

"So we have to have a few more children as soon as possible," Badr laughed, "We need to hire a nanny and a tutor for them, and the house will soon become lively."

"I'm afraid it will take a few more years?" Mary asked cautiously.

He hurriedly patted her again, "It's nothing, don't worry."

Although it was already dinner time, Badr fell asleep on the sofa while waiting for the dinner to be served.

He was so tired that day, so Mary tiptoed to cover him with a blanket, and hurried out to order the house elves to take back the dinner that had been served.

She was sitting in a corner of the room embroidering. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard him calling her name.

"Mary..." Badr still closed his eyes tightly, he was either sleeping or waking up, his voice could hardly be heard, and Mary leaned close to his face, only to hear him muttering, "My head hurts..."

Mary was taken aback, and hurriedly tried his forehead, and it turned out that Bader had a fever.

Her knowledge of internal medicine was limited, but fortunately, they had been together for the past two days, and Mary thought about it carefully, and felt that the possibility of him contracting any other illness was very small.

Then it should be tired. Preparing for the wedding is already very tiring. Adding to the wedding yesterday and the hard work at night, Badr probably planned to take a good rest today, but today he was busy all day. , Moreover, this is not an ordinary thing. Poor Mr. Terry was killed, but there was still nothing he could do about the murderer who obviously wanted their lives. The blows and pressures endured must have reached unprecedented heights.

In this case, the fever can be regarded as almost a natural reaction of the body. Mary first called Soso and Shuya, and they cast a levitation spell together, and moved Baldr to the bed. She sent the two house-elves to fight Come with cold water, put a cold compress on his forehead first.

Mary looked at the time, and within half an hour, Badr's condition didn't improve much. He slept very restlessly, and sometimes he muttered once or twice, which made her feel extremely distressed.

Mary ordered the two house-elves to watch Mr. Bardell together, "I'm going to St. Mungo's now," she said, "and buy a fever-reducing potion from the therapist on the night shift, which also has sleeping ingredients. What Baldr needs."

By the time she fed Bader the potion, it was past nine o'clock, and the potion took effect quickly, and he fell into a deep sleep. Shuya made some porridge, and Mary drank a little, and then continued to embroider. No matter how sleepy, he could just guard Badr to avoid any accidents.

St. Mungo's fever-reducing medicines always worked well, and Buddell was not seriously ill, so when Mary tried his forehead again the next morning, she was sure the fever was gone.

When Badr woke up, his spirit had already recovered a lot, "Oh, dear, I'm very hungry," he curled up under the blanket, looking at her pitifully.

Mary asked him with a smile if he knew he had a fever last night.

"I have my own exclusive therapist, what are you afraid of?" He said this, but he was actually a little embarrassed. Mary stared at him and smiled, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed her, and asked, "I It seems to be sleeping on the sofa, did you bring me back?"

"When I was in St. Mungo's, I didn't learn to use the Levitation Charm to move patients," Mary laughed. Now that Baldr has recovered, the illness should of course be exposed as soon as possible, and there is also the previous murder, although She couldn't help thinking about it herself, but it was obviously useless to think about it.

"Badr, fortunately you are not sick," Mary said again, "You are just extremely tired, and you should take a good rest these days."

"I'm fine," he said, trying to be aggressive, "shouldn't we go on our honeymoon?"

"What's the rush?" Mary pushed him back onto the pillow unceremoniously, "Badr, you already said that I am your exclusive therapist. In this regard, you must listen to me."

Although Mary had ordered the house-elf to put more honey, Baldr still complained about the arrowroot porridge for sick patients.Mary was unequivocal in this regard, and she even told Baldr that she would put him under a hypnotizing spell if he did not stay in bed.

"I can't sleep," he struggled.

"Close your eyes and fall asleep for a while," Mary said unmoved.

Mary was still busy with her embroidery, so Bader had to let her sit on the edge of the bed so that he could make all kinds of actions that were obviously disturbing her all the time.At noon, he took her to catch up on sleep again, and when she woke up in the afternoon, after watching him gobble up a few small cakes, Mary finally nodded and agreed to let him go out for a stroll.

The two walked slowly along the river. For his manor, Bader had a lot to introduce to Mary, and he would show her any magic device he encountered.

This day passed extremely easily, and at night, Bader swore that he had fully recovered.

"Our first day of marriage is going to be the laughingstock of my life," he cried. "Just think, Mary, that I fell asleep by myself..."

"It must not be like that tonight!" he declared.

Mary refused at first, imitating Bader's accent, saying that since they are going to live their whole life, they certainly don't care about this day or two, and of course he should have more rest this night.

Badr has always been decisive, and this time is no exception.Mary's chatter was quickly interrupted by his practical actions. His methods were more than enough to deal with his new wife. Soon, Mary could hardly speak complete sentences, but he kept saying that since she didn't believe He's recovered, and he's here to prove it.

Probably he had really rested, and soon Mary couldn't resist the increasingly fierce offensive, and she was defeated gracefully.Badr was triumphant, and after he enjoyed it, he was still working on it, and at the same time he talked about their honeymoon trip.

"Shall we start tomorrow?" he asked.

"Where are you going?" Mary asked back, "Badr, you never told me where you were going."

"Because I didn't think about it at all," he laughed. "Mary, what I thought was, let's find a place for my family, outside of Britain, live for a while, and go out if we want to go out." Go shopping, if you don’t go out, just eat at home, chat, and then sleep.”

He deliberately emphasized the last word, and Mary pretended not to notice.

"What do you think, dear?" he asked again. "Pick a place."

Mary didn't even bother to ask him which places were there. After thinking about it, she smiled lazily and said, "Badr, go and write the place names on small slips of paper. I'll pick one at random."

He jumped out of bed directly, grabbed a dressing gown to wrap himself, stood on the table and wrote and tore, not long after, he came back with a note.

Mary took out the wand and waved it casually. Bader took the flying note in his hand and glanced at it, "Ha, Mary, you actually smoked a place that is inaccessible. It's good now. I don’t need to bring any money, there is only the only village inhabited by wizards under the Katla volcano in the whole of Iceland, and it was drawn out by you.”

Mary was stunned. Shouldn't they go to the European continent for their honeymoon and visit the places of interest in Paris, Rome and Vienna?Bader laughed again, "Mary, I know what you're thinking, believe me, the reason why I included Ayjafala Cottage is because you will definitely not regret it if you go, and the uncanny workmanship of nature will surely The ones that make you forget about the cities that are crowded with Muggles."

So their destination was decided, Badr wanted to set off the next day, and Mary agreed.However, early the next morning, Mrs. Mary Knight welcomed her first visitor as the hostess of the manor.

The visitors were actually acquaintances. Mrs. Becker came to visit the newlyweds on behalf of her husband. Obviously, it took Mr. Becker nearly a day to travel from London to Chester by carriage, and the apparition of his wife arrived immediately. , then only the wife will run errands.

Mary received Mrs. Becker. She first said that Mr. Becker had heard about the murder yesterday morning, and Bardell hadn't planned to hide it from the public. Therefore, with Mr. Becker's well-informed knowledge, it was not a big deal for him to know so quickly. strange.

Mrs. Becker repeatedly asked if she needed their help, and Mary told her politely that, except for counting on Earl Trent's investigators to find the murderer, the rest of the matter had been settled.

This was obviously not Mrs. Becker's intention. After some courtesies, she finally asked hesitantly, "Madam, your younger sister, Miss Kitty, shouldn't be engaged yet, right?"

Mary was a little puzzled, "What? Mrs. Becker, are you going to introduce a gentleman to my sister as a marriage partner?"

"It's my eldest son Henry," said Mrs. Baker, seeming at last to relax a little. "He had the honor of dancing twice with Miss Kitty at your wedding, and he rode in the carriage with Miss Kitty when he returned to London. Miss Kitty, I say, is pretty and good-natured, and a perfect match for marriage."

Mary was taken aback, "But... Kitty is a Muggle."

"Henry is also a Squib," Mrs. Baker sighed. "Of my four children, only Isabella, the eldest, is a witch. Although Mr. Baker and I had hoped that Henry would find a witch wife, he always No, it makes us happy that he likes Miss Kitty now, after all, Miss Kitty is your own sister, and Mr. Becker thinks it is still possible for them to have a wizard."

"Oh, Mrs. Becker," Mary shook her head, "This is tantamount to gambling. My great-grandmother was a witch, and then I am a witch. I don't think my sister will definitely give birth to a witch."

"Henry really likes Miss Kitty," added Mrs. Baker hastily, "so we can feel no loss if there are no wizards among their children."

This made Mary hesitate, and Mrs. Baker said that the purpose of her trip was to seek Mr. Bardell's approval for this marriage. Henry dared not rush to visit Longbourne, and it seemed impossible for Kitty to leave home.

Mary asked her to sit for a while, and she went to ask Bader herself, and he laughed out loud.

"It's so interesting. Becker actually wants his son to be my brother-in-law. In this way, the favor I owe him can be repaid, and your sister can get a good home."

"I'm afraid Kitty can't give birth to a wizard," Mary frowned.

"This is not something you need to worry about, my dear," Bader waved his hand, "The Becker family must have considered this issue, Kitty is your sister, they must know that even if the children she gave birth to are not wizards , they dare not do anything to her."

This is indeed the truth, so Mary felt relieved. She briefly introduced the Gardiner's house on Tenen Temple Street to Mrs. Becker, and told her that she would find a way to get her parents to send Kitty to live with her aunt and uncle. Leave the rest to Henry himself.

The author has something to say: Kitty's home is not bad...and she will definitely give birth to a wizard (^o^)/~

Iceland is actually very good, there are hot springs...the mandarin duck baths...much better than Margaux's bathtub...