HP Midnight Light
Chapter 43 5
-September 1978, 8 -Burstead Manor
The golden champagne was poured into the wine glass, and Cornelia, together with all the guests, raised the wine glass to the monks in front of the altar.
The master of ceremonies loudly announced that they were husband and wife. Among the cheers and the chirping of nightingales, Signus raised Margarita's veil and kissed his bride. Rose and lily petals were scattered in their hair, and all eyes were on the Some sensual guests even sobbed on this beautiful couple.Cornelia took a sip of champagne and turned to her father amid thunderous applause: "What a touching wedding, Father."
"Yeah," Evan Rozier clinked glasses with his daughter with a smile on his face, "Go, it's the last link."
By this time, the bride had turned her back on everyone and was about to toss the bouquet, and Cornelia joined the other young people as was the custom.Following the arc of the flower ball flying, the young people in a circle became restless, and everyone hoped to be a little bit happy.But it fell right into Olivia's hands—she was the bridesmaid—and Cornelia saw a flicker of surprise across her face, then froze into ecstasy as she spoke with Ray in anticipation. Gules glanced at each other, and the latter took the lead in applauding.Quite a few people went to congratulate the Birds at the right time, saying that they might have another happy event next year.
In any case, this is considered a good omen, at least it means that there will be no more mishaps in their marriage.Cornelia thought idly as she followed the crowd into the tent.She found a seat with her own name on it and sat down, while the groom and the bride left hand in hand to change into ball gowns, Cornelia noticed that there was another acquaintance at this table.
"Hello, Edmund." She clinked glasses with Edmund and drank the rest of the champagne. "I didn't expect you to come too. I was just wondering why you weren't Signus' best man?"
"Ah...you see, an orphan like me is obviously not suitable for such a festive occasion, is it?" Edmund's smile remained unchanged, "By the way, you look radiant, Ke Nelia, everything must be going well recently."
"Barely enough."
"You are too modest." Edmund raised his glass in another direction, "Look, your goal is right there." Betty, Agnes and Vera were naturally arranged on the same table .
Cornelia took another sip of her drink.
"You seem to be still hesitating?" Edmund said casually, "You must know that the simpler things are, the easier it is to hold in your hands, but a sharp knife is easy to cut your fingers."
Cornelia played with the wine glass and didn't answer for a while.Just at this time, Signus and Margaret had finished changing their costumes and re-entered the venue, and she was able to temporarily avoid Edmund's question: "Come on, it's time for us to send our blessings to Signus."
"Congratulations, Signus. Congratulations, Margaret." When the newlyweds came to their table, Edmund spoke first, "You are a perfect match."
"Thank you, Edmund. Margaret and I are very grateful that you came to our wedding," said Signus politely. "It is an honor."
And when his eyes met with Cornelia's, they both clearly saw the tight string in each other's heart in a split second.
"Congratulations, Margaret, you look extraordinarily radiant today." Cornelia swung her wine glass calmly, and saluted Margaret instead.As if she didn't notice Cornelia's small movements, she also nodded with a smile:
"Thank you, Cornelia. Hope you and your father enjoy this little ceremony."
"We will." Cornelia smiled slightly, "Actually, my father has been looking forward to having a chance to get to know Mr. Watson formally." She carefully observed Margaret's expression, but found that she did not reveal it at all. With a slightly strange expression:
"Of course, today is undoubtedly the best time. I believe they will hit it off."
"It's time for us to dance, Margaret." Signus coughed lightly, interrupting their further conversation.The band played the prelude to dance music, he nodded slightly to Edmund, took Margaret up and walked into the dance floor amidst the applause of the guests.
"Your relationship is dangerous." Edmund said with a smile.
"Isn't your relationship also on thin ice?" Cornelia casually put the empty wine glass on the tray of the waiter, "If you don't mind, I'd like to excuse you for a while. I hope my father will give me the honor to dance with me." Dance."
But Edmund stopped him one step faster, and he bowed his head close to her ear: "Have you had any contact with Hyacinth recently?"
"Of course not, what are you thinking!"
"I have a mirror that can track the location of people. But I have been ignorant of Hyacinth's whereabouts for a month." Edmund stopped her again, "The mirror is only in one situation The next failure: when she is in a location with defensive magic. This happened once last year, but she should be in St. Mungo's."
"You mean," Cornelia stopped, "she's not in a Muggle orphanage? Somewhere in the wizarding world?"
"It's not Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade where everyone can come and go at will," Edmund said, motioning for Cornelia and him to avoid the crowd. Go's magical institution, or, in some wizard's home."
"That's impossible." Cornelia flatly denied, "Where could she go?"
"Sirris Black, don't forget this man."
Cornelia looked at Regulus who was dancing with Olivia on the dance floor from a distance: "What you imply is that Sirius took her away and brought her to a certain friend's house." at home?"
"I think she's at the Potters," said Edmund flatly. "You see what that means, don't you?"
"Of course I know." Cornelia sneered, "Edmund, there is a lot of jealousy in your words."
Edmund didn't speak for a moment, he stared at the people spinning and dancing on the dance floor, and he spoke again after a while: "Don't forget our agreement, Cornelia."
"I've always kept that in mind." Cornelia gave him a mocking glance. "You're cunning and suspicious, but I must say you've got a real crush on Hyacinth—but I just can't figure it out, What is it about her that makes you so crazy? It stands to reason that you deserve someone better."
"Love doesn't make sense." Edmund retorted, "Compared with a femme fatale like you, I'd rather tease a little wild cat. A scratch is harmless, but a life is bad."
Cornelia sneered: "Be careful that your love is in vain." Edmund glanced at her sharply, but she deepened her smile, "Think about it, who is by her side now?"
Edmund took a sip of champagne.
"Admit it: Sirius Black will kiss her lips and touch her skin. Not only do they live under the same roof, they may even sleep together in the same bed. When you are sleepless, they may be lingering..." No Knowing why, Cornelia wanted to see where Edmund's bottom line was, and she maliciously provoked, "You see, her body and mind belong to another person, so you—"
"This has nothing to do with you, Rozier." Edmund glanced at her condescendingly, Cornelia's smile froze, and she felt a wave of fear, "Don't cross the line, dear ally " She took a step back involuntarily, but Edmund suddenly looked away, turned around and took another glass of champagne, and strode towards the gradually dispersed crowd.
"Crazy," Cornelia muttered in shock, walking towards the three Slytherin girls.
And Edmund has already found Signus: "Would you like to take 3 minutes to talk to me?"
Signus glanced at the guests chatting in twos and threes: "If you can make a long story short."
"Rozier is an out-and-out careerist." Edmund watched Signus's expression from the corner of his eye. "Are you not worried that she will do whatever she wants after you leave Hogwarts?"
"Regulus will hold her back for me, not to mention—" Signus chuckled complacently, "What's the little edge in Hogwarts, one year is enough to make her I have established my reputation and fame around my lord, and by that time, even with Evan's assistance, Cornelia will be powerless."
"It sounds like you're ready to offer your plans to the Dark Lord?"
"Yes."
"This plan alone is not enough for you to completely suppress Rozier and his daughter, right?"
Signus chuckled and patted Edmund's shoulder: "I noticed that you and Cornelia were talking just now?"
"I was asking her about the whereabouts of Hyacinth," Edmund showed a regretful expression, "Unfortunately, Signus, I lost my little princess again."
"You're going to get your Hyacinth," Signus said, looking him in the eye. "You know what I mean."
"I've told you many times, Signus," Edmund shrugged, "I hate joining any organization."
Signus withdrew his gaze: "I respect your wishes, Edmund...but...I wonder if I can trust someone who seems to be 'in the same bed with me'."
"I hate your metaphors, Signus! But you should know I'm a believable man."
Signus laughed: "Of course I trust you 100%, Edmund. It's just that all eggs can't be put in the same basket." He patted Edmund's back as reassuring, and then Once again, "You will get what you want, and I will get what I want."
At the other end of the tent, Cornelia also sat down across from the three girls.
"Hello, Rozier, what can you do?" Vera restrained her smile.
"I just came to chat with you, isn't it okay?" Cornelia didn't care about their sudden changes, "After all, we are also Slytherin's classmates."
"You have a high position and authority, we dare not compare with you." Agnes said in a low voice.None of the three of them had ever been approved to join the Death Eaters, let alone meet the Dark Lord.Unknowingly, they already felt a little awe of Cornelia.
"Stop kidding, Agnes, you know I've always valued you guys."
"Say it straight, Rozier." Vera stared cautiously at Cornelia's face, "You won't try to get close to us for no reason."
"Hey, Vera, why do you have to be so straightforward?" Cornelia smiled, "Actually, I'm here to offer you an olive branch."
Betty raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
"You all know that the Dark Lord has entrusted me to handle all the affairs of Hogwarts, so it is inevitable that I will be at my wits end." Cornelia calmly summoned the waiter to fill up the wine, "So I want to ask May I ask if the three of you intend to join me and work for the Dark Lord together?"
"Your subordinate?" Vera caught the loophole in her words, "I thought we should join the Dark Lord's subordinate."
Cornelia glanced at her indifferently: "As far as I know, you are far from the requirements of the Dark Lord. Under this situation, no matter how many years you have, you may not have the chance to be a Death Eater. Therefore, it may not be wrong to serve me." A shortcut, I can introduce you to the Dark Lord. In this way, on the one hand, I can get the manpower I want, and on the other hand, you also have the opportunity to join the Death Eaters."
"Sounds good, but even if you keep your promise, that doesn't guarantee that you won't suppress us among the Death Eaters." Vera looked at her shrewdly, "You speak nicely now, who can guarantee that we won't Will he become an outcast?"
Cornelia's eyebrows twitched slightly: "This is some kind of abandonment or suppression. Vera, under the circumstances of fair competition, of course I have to go all out to ensure that my position is stable." She knows negotiation tactics, words Point to end, "All in all, that's all I have to say, I hope to receive your reply as soon as possible... In fact, if you refuse, I can also consider other people, but it is naturally best if you agree."
"Wait a minute—" Betty interrupted her suddenly, "you once offered to tell us where White kept her Muggle paintings, and let us bully her in the lounge. I remember you were still friends. So if We rejected you, will you retaliate against us in the same way?"
"I can't say 'revenge' on Hyacinth, Betty. I don't hate her, I'm just warning her what will happen if she insists on choosing a path that goes against me. Too bad I can't stop her." Cornelie Ya sighed, "As for you, I believe that you share the same ideas and goals as me? Under such circumstances, why should I embarrass you with such childish methods? As I said before, the real A contest between Death Eaters is not as simple as plastering the lounge with pictures."
"Hyase, why are the phone booths red and not blue?" Sirius looked back at the place where they came down.
Hyacinth refused to explain. She stopped under the magnificent golden fountain and looked up at the magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic.It's the first time she's stepped foot in here: "It's pretty cool, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes." Sirius also looked away, surrounded by wizards in a hurry, "The environment here is good, I can consider becoming an Auror here after I retire from the Order of the Phoenix."
Hyacinth laughed, and she looked at the wizards here curiously.Mostly dressed in blue, gray or black robes, they walked hurriedly, much like the Muggles who work in the financial district.
Sirius lowered his head and read the slogan beside the fountain: "Thanks to St. Mungo for letting me catch you in time, I will donate some money to them." He poured half a bag of Galleons into the fountain without blinking. After realizing the wealth that Sirius possessed, Hyacinth has gradually learned to remain indifferent to his attitude of treating money as nothing, but she still has doubts about one thing:
"You don't have a particular preference for gold, do you, Sirius?"
"No." Sirius turned his head, "But I hate silver, what's the matter?"
"Don't forget we're going to the Muggle market to pick out furniture later," Hyacinth reminded, "I hope you're a person with normal taste."
Sirius protested as if his tail had been stepped on: "Of course I have good taste! By the way, do you buy all Muggle furniture? Don't they like ancestral heirlooms—"
Hyacinth shook her head silently, deciding never to tell Sirius that the hippie outfit he wore on Platform Nine and Three Quarters two years ago was "unconventional" even by Muggle tastes.But he looks really cool in that way!
"Why are you laughing at the fountain?" Sirius' voice floated.
Hyacinth quickly restrained her smile: "It's nothing, let's go."
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is located on the second basement floor, and Hyacinth walked up to the witch sitting behind the consultation desk and said, "Well... please tell Mr. Spencer Barnold that Hyacinth White is here to complete the The remaining procedures of inheritance."
The witch raised her eyelids and glanced at her, then flipped through the register in front of her: "White... Oh, Miss White, yes, Mr. Barnold is already waiting for you, please go straight along the corridor, at the end is Wizarding Property Office."
"Thank you."
"I saw the Auror's office just now," Sirius chased up and whispered, "Can you say hello to that Mr. Barnold, and let me see the future office environment."
"I have a better idea," Hyacinth said in the same whispering voice, "If you can go and kill ten Aurors, they will definitely let you take over immediately."
"Don't be funny," Sirius shrugged, "They'll just throw me into Azkaban."
Hyacinth said seriously: "You won't go to Azkaban, even the dementors don't have the heart to destroy your beautiful face."
"Oh, so you only like my face, right? You'll kick me away when I'm old and fading, won't you?" Sirius said in a disappointed tone, "Okay, okay , my heart is broken, I should turn around and go now, go back to James' bedroom and have a good cry..."
"Alright Sirius," Hyacinth grabbed his hand dumbfoundingly, "Even if you've been bitten by a werewolf, I'll still like you the same."
"A werewolf?" Sirius gave her an odd look.
"What?" Hyacinth restrained her joking look, she looked at Sirius uneasily, "I just want to say that I prefer your soul to your face—"
"No no no, Hyacinth," Sirius shook his head desperately, "I just can't accept that you have such wild fantasies about me."
"Shut up." Hyesings reacted, she turned her head quickly, her ears turned red again, "Ah——Mr. Barnold." The door of the office at the end of the corridor opened, and Hyesing Si hurriedly tried to put on a serious expression, but Sirius stretched out his hand to tickle her at this moment, and she hurriedly opened his hand backhanded.
"I hear you, Miss White," greeted Mr. Barnold mildly. "Come in—this is—?"
"Sirris Black, I came with her." Sirius held out his hand very friendly, and Hyacons looked at him in horror, lest his next sentence would be to ask to visit the Auror Command.
Mr. Barnold shook hands with him: "Uh... welcome, Mr. Black. Unfortunately, for the sake of privacy, I'm afraid you will have to withdraw during my conversation with Miss White—unless you are Miss White's." Immediate family members or husbands or something..."
Hyacinth stepped on Sirius secretly, in case he said something earth-shattering.But Sirius nodded cooperatively: "Alright then, I'll wait for her here."
"Please come in, Miss White." Mr. Barnold signaled her to enter the door, and Hyacinth noticed that the nameplate on his chest had changed from an intern to a regular employee.
"Congratulations, Mr. Barnold." Hyacinth pointed to his nameplate. Mr. Barnold looked down and laughed:
"Thank you, Miss White. So . . . now let us finish the rest of the business."
The so-called formalities were nothing more than signing a few documents, and Hyacinth quickly completed the finishing work.
"Then the compensation will arrive within three days." Mr. Barnold put away the documents, "If there is no doubt, you have completed all the procedures, Miss White."
"I have an unkind request," said Hyacinth. Mr. Barnold was taken aback for a moment, and then motioned her to continue. "I would like to know if you can help me find the list of Squibs registered by the Ministry of Magic?"
"The Ministry of Magic does have such a list, but Miss White, it is usually kept secret." Mr. Barnold shook his head. "What do you want that list for?"
"What prerequisites are needed to find it?" Hyacinth asked without stopping.
Mr. Barnold gave her a suspicious look, but replied: "A written application is required to explain your reasons for doing so. However, as far as I know, this list has never been made public to anyone outside the Ministry of Magic—because Private issues."
Hyacinth did not expect that this list would not be made public to non-Ministry of Magic personnel, and she realized that her calculations might all be in vain.Mr. Barnold noticed her reaction: "What do you want this list for?"
"You also know the current situation. I thought I could use this list to contact the Squibs, and then use them to strengthen the connection between wizards and Muggles. This is the only way I can think of to bypass the Statute of Secrecy but also A way to protect Muggles." Hyacinth sighed, "But...forget it, thank you for the information, Mr. Barnold."
"Miss White, maybe you can tell Professor Dumbledore what you think." Mr. Barnold suggested.
"Professor Dumbledore is already busy enough, the entire wizarding world is focusing on him and his Order of the Phoenix. And I also want to do something for this war..." Hyacinth shrugged, "You know Now that everyone is trying to find a way to unite against the Dark Wizards, I just want to take care of the Squibs who have been excluded for a long time-in fact, my mother is a Squib."
Spencer Barnold had an epiphany about the reason why Hyacinth did this. Because of the distribution of the estate, he also had contact with Fabian Prewett.He knew that he and his twin brother were prominent members of the Order of the Phoenix, but he couldn't help but secretly marveled at the level of indifference between the Prewetts and Hyacinth.The two parties were not even willing to get together to discuss what to do, but chose the most "fair" solution with a surprisingly tacit understanding.At first, he only thought that Prewett was greedy for property. Now that he knew the identity of Hyacinth's mother, he couldn't help despising Prewett's snobbishness and face-saving on the one hand, but on the other hand, the young and vigorous Mr. Barnold couldn't help He looked at Hyacinth with admiration.
Therefore, he impulsively said: "I understand, Miss White. Although you may not be able to access that list according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I can provide you with some clues in my own name."
Hyacinth cheered up: "Really?" She never expected that things could turn around under the strict rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic.
Mr. Barnold took out a piece of parchment and wrote down a name and a string of addresses: "This is one of my aunts, she is a squib, and married a Muggle many years ago, but after so many years We have been in touch since. Here is her address, and I hope I can help you, Miss White."
Hyacinth took the parchment, on which was written a name: Arabella Figg.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Barnold." She held the parchment excitedly. Although she did not get the complete list of squibs as planned, Mr. Barnold's assistance was a surprise, "Thank you—— "
"Don't thank me, Miss White, thank me after my help has really made a difference." Mr. Barnold paused, "I know that Squibs have always been excluded from mainstream wizards, and few people would consider it." For their benefit, I think my aunt - and others like her - would appreciate a chance to take part in the fight against dark wizards, after all, even if they don't have real magical abilities, the wizarding world It is also their home. May your plan succeed, Miss White, and good luck."
This was one of the ten times in Spencer Barnold's life when he was passionate and impulsive.
The author has something to say:
Note:
1. The bouquet tossing link should be the last one, which is advanced here.
2. Bellatrix is partly responsible for the broken relationship between Cornelia and Hyacinth.
3. Sirius' hippie attire: see Chapter 1976 of Volume 10.
4. Hyacinth knows that Remus is a werewolf.She was afraid that Sirius would not like her mentioning the word "werewolf".
5. Arabella Figg: Assuming she was 50 in Philosopher's Stone, she would have been born in 1941, so she's 37 now.Mr. Barnold was about four or five years older than Hyacins.
6. Spencer Barnold will play.
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The golden champagne was poured into the wine glass, and Cornelia, together with all the guests, raised the wine glass to the monks in front of the altar.
The master of ceremonies loudly announced that they were husband and wife. Among the cheers and the chirping of nightingales, Signus raised Margarita's veil and kissed his bride. Rose and lily petals were scattered in their hair, and all eyes were on the Some sensual guests even sobbed on this beautiful couple.Cornelia took a sip of champagne and turned to her father amid thunderous applause: "What a touching wedding, Father."
"Yeah," Evan Rozier clinked glasses with his daughter with a smile on his face, "Go, it's the last link."
By this time, the bride had turned her back on everyone and was about to toss the bouquet, and Cornelia joined the other young people as was the custom.Following the arc of the flower ball flying, the young people in a circle became restless, and everyone hoped to be a little bit happy.But it fell right into Olivia's hands—she was the bridesmaid—and Cornelia saw a flicker of surprise across her face, then froze into ecstasy as she spoke with Ray in anticipation. Gules glanced at each other, and the latter took the lead in applauding.Quite a few people went to congratulate the Birds at the right time, saying that they might have another happy event next year.
In any case, this is considered a good omen, at least it means that there will be no more mishaps in their marriage.Cornelia thought idly as she followed the crowd into the tent.She found a seat with her own name on it and sat down, while the groom and the bride left hand in hand to change into ball gowns, Cornelia noticed that there was another acquaintance at this table.
"Hello, Edmund." She clinked glasses with Edmund and drank the rest of the champagne. "I didn't expect you to come too. I was just wondering why you weren't Signus' best man?"
"Ah...you see, an orphan like me is obviously not suitable for such a festive occasion, is it?" Edmund's smile remained unchanged, "By the way, you look radiant, Ke Nelia, everything must be going well recently."
"Barely enough."
"You are too modest." Edmund raised his glass in another direction, "Look, your goal is right there." Betty, Agnes and Vera were naturally arranged on the same table .
Cornelia took another sip of her drink.
"You seem to be still hesitating?" Edmund said casually, "You must know that the simpler things are, the easier it is to hold in your hands, but a sharp knife is easy to cut your fingers."
Cornelia played with the wine glass and didn't answer for a while.Just at this time, Signus and Margaret had finished changing their costumes and re-entered the venue, and she was able to temporarily avoid Edmund's question: "Come on, it's time for us to send our blessings to Signus."
"Congratulations, Signus. Congratulations, Margaret." When the newlyweds came to their table, Edmund spoke first, "You are a perfect match."
"Thank you, Edmund. Margaret and I are very grateful that you came to our wedding," said Signus politely. "It is an honor."
And when his eyes met with Cornelia's, they both clearly saw the tight string in each other's heart in a split second.
"Congratulations, Margaret, you look extraordinarily radiant today." Cornelia swung her wine glass calmly, and saluted Margaret instead.As if she didn't notice Cornelia's small movements, she also nodded with a smile:
"Thank you, Cornelia. Hope you and your father enjoy this little ceremony."
"We will." Cornelia smiled slightly, "Actually, my father has been looking forward to having a chance to get to know Mr. Watson formally." She carefully observed Margaret's expression, but found that she did not reveal it at all. With a slightly strange expression:
"Of course, today is undoubtedly the best time. I believe they will hit it off."
"It's time for us to dance, Margaret." Signus coughed lightly, interrupting their further conversation.The band played the prelude to dance music, he nodded slightly to Edmund, took Margaret up and walked into the dance floor amidst the applause of the guests.
"Your relationship is dangerous." Edmund said with a smile.
"Isn't your relationship also on thin ice?" Cornelia casually put the empty wine glass on the tray of the waiter, "If you don't mind, I'd like to excuse you for a while. I hope my father will give me the honor to dance with me." Dance."
But Edmund stopped him one step faster, and he bowed his head close to her ear: "Have you had any contact with Hyacinth recently?"
"Of course not, what are you thinking!"
"I have a mirror that can track the location of people. But I have been ignorant of Hyacinth's whereabouts for a month." Edmund stopped her again, "The mirror is only in one situation The next failure: when she is in a location with defensive magic. This happened once last year, but she should be in St. Mungo's."
"You mean," Cornelia stopped, "she's not in a Muggle orphanage? Somewhere in the wizarding world?"
"It's not Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade where everyone can come and go at will," Edmund said, motioning for Cornelia and him to avoid the crowd. Go's magical institution, or, in some wizard's home."
"That's impossible." Cornelia flatly denied, "Where could she go?"
"Sirris Black, don't forget this man."
Cornelia looked at Regulus who was dancing with Olivia on the dance floor from a distance: "What you imply is that Sirius took her away and brought her to a certain friend's house." at home?"
"I think she's at the Potters," said Edmund flatly. "You see what that means, don't you?"
"Of course I know." Cornelia sneered, "Edmund, there is a lot of jealousy in your words."
Edmund didn't speak for a moment, he stared at the people spinning and dancing on the dance floor, and he spoke again after a while: "Don't forget our agreement, Cornelia."
"I've always kept that in mind." Cornelia gave him a mocking glance. "You're cunning and suspicious, but I must say you've got a real crush on Hyacinth—but I just can't figure it out, What is it about her that makes you so crazy? It stands to reason that you deserve someone better."
"Love doesn't make sense." Edmund retorted, "Compared with a femme fatale like you, I'd rather tease a little wild cat. A scratch is harmless, but a life is bad."
Cornelia sneered: "Be careful that your love is in vain." Edmund glanced at her sharply, but she deepened her smile, "Think about it, who is by her side now?"
Edmund took a sip of champagne.
"Admit it: Sirius Black will kiss her lips and touch her skin. Not only do they live under the same roof, they may even sleep together in the same bed. When you are sleepless, they may be lingering..." No Knowing why, Cornelia wanted to see where Edmund's bottom line was, and she maliciously provoked, "You see, her body and mind belong to another person, so you—"
"This has nothing to do with you, Rozier." Edmund glanced at her condescendingly, Cornelia's smile froze, and she felt a wave of fear, "Don't cross the line, dear ally " She took a step back involuntarily, but Edmund suddenly looked away, turned around and took another glass of champagne, and strode towards the gradually dispersed crowd.
"Crazy," Cornelia muttered in shock, walking towards the three Slytherin girls.
And Edmund has already found Signus: "Would you like to take 3 minutes to talk to me?"
Signus glanced at the guests chatting in twos and threes: "If you can make a long story short."
"Rozier is an out-and-out careerist." Edmund watched Signus's expression from the corner of his eye. "Are you not worried that she will do whatever she wants after you leave Hogwarts?"
"Regulus will hold her back for me, not to mention—" Signus chuckled complacently, "What's the little edge in Hogwarts, one year is enough to make her I have established my reputation and fame around my lord, and by that time, even with Evan's assistance, Cornelia will be powerless."
"It sounds like you're ready to offer your plans to the Dark Lord?"
"Yes."
"This plan alone is not enough for you to completely suppress Rozier and his daughter, right?"
Signus chuckled and patted Edmund's shoulder: "I noticed that you and Cornelia were talking just now?"
"I was asking her about the whereabouts of Hyacinth," Edmund showed a regretful expression, "Unfortunately, Signus, I lost my little princess again."
"You're going to get your Hyacinth," Signus said, looking him in the eye. "You know what I mean."
"I've told you many times, Signus," Edmund shrugged, "I hate joining any organization."
Signus withdrew his gaze: "I respect your wishes, Edmund...but...I wonder if I can trust someone who seems to be 'in the same bed with me'."
"I hate your metaphors, Signus! But you should know I'm a believable man."
Signus laughed: "Of course I trust you 100%, Edmund. It's just that all eggs can't be put in the same basket." He patted Edmund's back as reassuring, and then Once again, "You will get what you want, and I will get what I want."
At the other end of the tent, Cornelia also sat down across from the three girls.
"Hello, Rozier, what can you do?" Vera restrained her smile.
"I just came to chat with you, isn't it okay?" Cornelia didn't care about their sudden changes, "After all, we are also Slytherin's classmates."
"You have a high position and authority, we dare not compare with you." Agnes said in a low voice.None of the three of them had ever been approved to join the Death Eaters, let alone meet the Dark Lord.Unknowingly, they already felt a little awe of Cornelia.
"Stop kidding, Agnes, you know I've always valued you guys."
"Say it straight, Rozier." Vera stared cautiously at Cornelia's face, "You won't try to get close to us for no reason."
"Hey, Vera, why do you have to be so straightforward?" Cornelia smiled, "Actually, I'm here to offer you an olive branch."
Betty raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
"You all know that the Dark Lord has entrusted me to handle all the affairs of Hogwarts, so it is inevitable that I will be at my wits end." Cornelia calmly summoned the waiter to fill up the wine, "So I want to ask May I ask if the three of you intend to join me and work for the Dark Lord together?"
"Your subordinate?" Vera caught the loophole in her words, "I thought we should join the Dark Lord's subordinate."
Cornelia glanced at her indifferently: "As far as I know, you are far from the requirements of the Dark Lord. Under this situation, no matter how many years you have, you may not have the chance to be a Death Eater. Therefore, it may not be wrong to serve me." A shortcut, I can introduce you to the Dark Lord. In this way, on the one hand, I can get the manpower I want, and on the other hand, you also have the opportunity to join the Death Eaters."
"Sounds good, but even if you keep your promise, that doesn't guarantee that you won't suppress us among the Death Eaters." Vera looked at her shrewdly, "You speak nicely now, who can guarantee that we won't Will he become an outcast?"
Cornelia's eyebrows twitched slightly: "This is some kind of abandonment or suppression. Vera, under the circumstances of fair competition, of course I have to go all out to ensure that my position is stable." She knows negotiation tactics, words Point to end, "All in all, that's all I have to say, I hope to receive your reply as soon as possible... In fact, if you refuse, I can also consider other people, but it is naturally best if you agree."
"Wait a minute—" Betty interrupted her suddenly, "you once offered to tell us where White kept her Muggle paintings, and let us bully her in the lounge. I remember you were still friends. So if We rejected you, will you retaliate against us in the same way?"
"I can't say 'revenge' on Hyacinth, Betty. I don't hate her, I'm just warning her what will happen if she insists on choosing a path that goes against me. Too bad I can't stop her." Cornelie Ya sighed, "As for you, I believe that you share the same ideas and goals as me? Under such circumstances, why should I embarrass you with such childish methods? As I said before, the real A contest between Death Eaters is not as simple as plastering the lounge with pictures."
"Hyase, why are the phone booths red and not blue?" Sirius looked back at the place where they came down.
Hyacinth refused to explain. She stopped under the magnificent golden fountain and looked up at the magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic.It's the first time she's stepped foot in here: "It's pretty cool, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes." Sirius also looked away, surrounded by wizards in a hurry, "The environment here is good, I can consider becoming an Auror here after I retire from the Order of the Phoenix."
Hyacinth laughed, and she looked at the wizards here curiously.Mostly dressed in blue, gray or black robes, they walked hurriedly, much like the Muggles who work in the financial district.
Sirius lowered his head and read the slogan beside the fountain: "Thanks to St. Mungo for letting me catch you in time, I will donate some money to them." He poured half a bag of Galleons into the fountain without blinking. After realizing the wealth that Sirius possessed, Hyacinth has gradually learned to remain indifferent to his attitude of treating money as nothing, but she still has doubts about one thing:
"You don't have a particular preference for gold, do you, Sirius?"
"No." Sirius turned his head, "But I hate silver, what's the matter?"
"Don't forget we're going to the Muggle market to pick out furniture later," Hyacinth reminded, "I hope you're a person with normal taste."
Sirius protested as if his tail had been stepped on: "Of course I have good taste! By the way, do you buy all Muggle furniture? Don't they like ancestral heirlooms—"
Hyacinth shook her head silently, deciding never to tell Sirius that the hippie outfit he wore on Platform Nine and Three Quarters two years ago was "unconventional" even by Muggle tastes.But he looks really cool in that way!
"Why are you laughing at the fountain?" Sirius' voice floated.
Hyacinth quickly restrained her smile: "It's nothing, let's go."
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is located on the second basement floor, and Hyacinth walked up to the witch sitting behind the consultation desk and said, "Well... please tell Mr. Spencer Barnold that Hyacinth White is here to complete the The remaining procedures of inheritance."
The witch raised her eyelids and glanced at her, then flipped through the register in front of her: "White... Oh, Miss White, yes, Mr. Barnold is already waiting for you, please go straight along the corridor, at the end is Wizarding Property Office."
"Thank you."
"I saw the Auror's office just now," Sirius chased up and whispered, "Can you say hello to that Mr. Barnold, and let me see the future office environment."
"I have a better idea," Hyacinth said in the same whispering voice, "If you can go and kill ten Aurors, they will definitely let you take over immediately."
"Don't be funny," Sirius shrugged, "They'll just throw me into Azkaban."
Hyacinth said seriously: "You won't go to Azkaban, even the dementors don't have the heart to destroy your beautiful face."
"Oh, so you only like my face, right? You'll kick me away when I'm old and fading, won't you?" Sirius said in a disappointed tone, "Okay, okay , my heart is broken, I should turn around and go now, go back to James' bedroom and have a good cry..."
"Alright Sirius," Hyacinth grabbed his hand dumbfoundingly, "Even if you've been bitten by a werewolf, I'll still like you the same."
"A werewolf?" Sirius gave her an odd look.
"What?" Hyacinth restrained her joking look, she looked at Sirius uneasily, "I just want to say that I prefer your soul to your face—"
"No no no, Hyacinth," Sirius shook his head desperately, "I just can't accept that you have such wild fantasies about me."
"Shut up." Hyesings reacted, she turned her head quickly, her ears turned red again, "Ah——Mr. Barnold." The door of the office at the end of the corridor opened, and Hyesing Si hurriedly tried to put on a serious expression, but Sirius stretched out his hand to tickle her at this moment, and she hurriedly opened his hand backhanded.
"I hear you, Miss White," greeted Mr. Barnold mildly. "Come in—this is—?"
"Sirris Black, I came with her." Sirius held out his hand very friendly, and Hyacons looked at him in horror, lest his next sentence would be to ask to visit the Auror Command.
Mr. Barnold shook hands with him: "Uh... welcome, Mr. Black. Unfortunately, for the sake of privacy, I'm afraid you will have to withdraw during my conversation with Miss White—unless you are Miss White's." Immediate family members or husbands or something..."
Hyacinth stepped on Sirius secretly, in case he said something earth-shattering.But Sirius nodded cooperatively: "Alright then, I'll wait for her here."
"Please come in, Miss White." Mr. Barnold signaled her to enter the door, and Hyacinth noticed that the nameplate on his chest had changed from an intern to a regular employee.
"Congratulations, Mr. Barnold." Hyacinth pointed to his nameplate. Mr. Barnold looked down and laughed:
"Thank you, Miss White. So . . . now let us finish the rest of the business."
The so-called formalities were nothing more than signing a few documents, and Hyacinth quickly completed the finishing work.
"Then the compensation will arrive within three days." Mr. Barnold put away the documents, "If there is no doubt, you have completed all the procedures, Miss White."
"I have an unkind request," said Hyacinth. Mr. Barnold was taken aback for a moment, and then motioned her to continue. "I would like to know if you can help me find the list of Squibs registered by the Ministry of Magic?"
"The Ministry of Magic does have such a list, but Miss White, it is usually kept secret." Mr. Barnold shook his head. "What do you want that list for?"
"What prerequisites are needed to find it?" Hyacinth asked without stopping.
Mr. Barnold gave her a suspicious look, but replied: "A written application is required to explain your reasons for doing so. However, as far as I know, this list has never been made public to anyone outside the Ministry of Magic—because Private issues."
Hyacinth did not expect that this list would not be made public to non-Ministry of Magic personnel, and she realized that her calculations might all be in vain.Mr. Barnold noticed her reaction: "What do you want this list for?"
"You also know the current situation. I thought I could use this list to contact the Squibs, and then use them to strengthen the connection between wizards and Muggles. This is the only way I can think of to bypass the Statute of Secrecy but also A way to protect Muggles." Hyacinth sighed, "But...forget it, thank you for the information, Mr. Barnold."
"Miss White, maybe you can tell Professor Dumbledore what you think." Mr. Barnold suggested.
"Professor Dumbledore is already busy enough, the entire wizarding world is focusing on him and his Order of the Phoenix. And I also want to do something for this war..." Hyacinth shrugged, "You know Now that everyone is trying to find a way to unite against the Dark Wizards, I just want to take care of the Squibs who have been excluded for a long time-in fact, my mother is a Squib."
Spencer Barnold had an epiphany about the reason why Hyacinth did this. Because of the distribution of the estate, he also had contact with Fabian Prewett.He knew that he and his twin brother were prominent members of the Order of the Phoenix, but he couldn't help but secretly marveled at the level of indifference between the Prewetts and Hyacinth.The two parties were not even willing to get together to discuss what to do, but chose the most "fair" solution with a surprisingly tacit understanding.At first, he only thought that Prewett was greedy for property. Now that he knew the identity of Hyacinth's mother, he couldn't help despising Prewett's snobbishness and face-saving on the one hand, but on the other hand, the young and vigorous Mr. Barnold couldn't help He looked at Hyacinth with admiration.
Therefore, he impulsively said: "I understand, Miss White. Although you may not be able to access that list according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I can provide you with some clues in my own name."
Hyacinth cheered up: "Really?" She never expected that things could turn around under the strict rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic.
Mr. Barnold took out a piece of parchment and wrote down a name and a string of addresses: "This is one of my aunts, she is a squib, and married a Muggle many years ago, but after so many years We have been in touch since. Here is her address, and I hope I can help you, Miss White."
Hyacinth took the parchment, on which was written a name: Arabella Figg.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Barnold." She held the parchment excitedly. Although she did not get the complete list of squibs as planned, Mr. Barnold's assistance was a surprise, "Thank you—— "
"Don't thank me, Miss White, thank me after my help has really made a difference." Mr. Barnold paused, "I know that Squibs have always been excluded from mainstream wizards, and few people would consider it." For their benefit, I think my aunt - and others like her - would appreciate a chance to take part in the fight against dark wizards, after all, even if they don't have real magical abilities, the wizarding world It is also their home. May your plan succeed, Miss White, and good luck."
This was one of the ten times in Spencer Barnold's life when he was passionate and impulsive.
The author has something to say:
Note:
1. The bouquet tossing link should be the last one, which is advanced here.
2. Bellatrix is partly responsible for the broken relationship between Cornelia and Hyacinth.
3. Sirius' hippie attire: see Chapter 1976 of Volume 10.
4. Hyacinth knows that Remus is a werewolf.She was afraid that Sirius would not like her mentioning the word "werewolf".
5. Arabella Figg: Assuming she was 50 in Philosopher's Stone, she would have been born in 1941, so she's 37 now.Mr. Barnold was about four or five years older than Hyacins.
6. Spencer Barnold will play.
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