Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

The current Lestrange is in an embarrassing situation where more than enough is more than enough. Their current power is far from reaching the peak state before. When they were the strongest, they controlled Beauxbaton's school board, almost It became a hall of words.

The villages where large wizards gather and the centers of economic and trade all have their shadows, controlling the lifeline of the entire economy, and their wealth and prestige reached its peak in that period.

It's a pity that not only did the descendants not be able to push the pinnacle to a higher point, on the contrary, they were not as good as the previous generation, and their assets shrunk significantly. The current generation is still living on their laurels.

The ancestral home of Lestrange, located in a remote valley, was extremely lively tonight. Huge stone statues holding shields and swords stood on both sides of the iron gate, and there was a huge raven at the top of the gate.

The raven is the symbol of Lestrange, and this pattern can be seen everywhere in this manor. The lights are brightly lit, illuminating the ancient castle in the deep mountain, and the stone road winds all the way to the foot of the mountain.

There are all kinds of vehicles parked here, including vehicles pulled by rune horses, and gorgeous carriages pulled by pegasus horses. There is also Beauxbaton's school badge on it, and two golden magic wands cross each other, swaying three sparkling lights. Star.

A tall lady stepped out of the carriage. She was enthusiastically pursued by the people around her. The gentlemen kissed their hands and walked into the hall together.

The manor in French Baroque style covers a vast area, with the door open, two house elves in suits to welcome the guests, the handsome men and women are well dressed, the dresses on the witches are different, all have a unique style, the eyes are flowing, looking forward to life , talking softly with the gentlemen around them who are interested in currying favor with them.

The blond man was wearing a wizard robe with a raven logo, and he was in the center of the crowd. He looked at the door two or three times, and his mind was not on these people at all.

A blond beauty on the second floor shook the red wine glass in her hand, licked her red lips lightly and tasted it, the mellow wine smell lingered between her lips and teeth, and tapped the glass with a finger with jeweled nails, attracting the attention of the blond man below. Pay attention, the beauty raised her glass to signal.

The blond man is Hilfield Lestrange. He recognized the woman upstairs, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't step forward but raised the cup in his hand to respond. Audrey, beautiful The vampire girl, who dealt with those who resisted them for the Cuthbert family, was extremely ruthless, and she was the most ruthless of the three.

Appearing here as a vampire, her appearance is enough to represent Cuthbert's attitude towards Lestrange, Hilfield's fingers holding the cup stem slightly, and looked at Della who was chatting happily with other family members. The Kools.

They were not on the invitation list, they came in with invitation letters from the Cuthbert family, and no one dared to stop them, including the host family, unless they didn't want Cuthbert, a powerful ally.

More people don't want to offend either side, everyone pretends to be confused, and after talking with the Delacours, they make a fuss with Mr. Hilfield.

The guests are busy connecting with each other. The gorgeous food in the hall is not eaten by anyone. Freshly baked bread and desserts, butter and jams are arranged neatly. Foie gras with truffles is an essential delicacy, and crystal clear caviar , The delicious thick soup makes people smell it, and it looks like the index finger is moving.

A few guys who didn't know how to live or die ran upstairs and got close to Audrey, wanting to get the beauty's attention, so that they could spend a good night together, and Hilfield, who had been paying attention to this side, noticed it.

Audrey brushed her hair, her every move touched the man's heartstrings, she smiled very charmingly, touched a man's chest with her jade hand, and blew on his face, the other men were jealous, and they were in heat. Like any other animal, Audrey leaned over, wanting to win the female's favor, Audrey lowered his head and took a sip of the champagne brought over by a man.

Effortlessly turned them around, made them fight on the spot regardless of their image, and was dragged out by the servants of the Lestrange family like a dead dog, just trying to drink her and drag her to open a room , Audrey curled her lips in disgust.

In the hall, the family members of those men looked gloomy in the face of other people's hidden gazes. They stared at the men who were thrown out of the hall with unfriendly eyes, and scolded those worthless guys in their hearts, embarrassing them all. They didn't even dare to look at the person, how could they afford to provoke this person!

Others were also watching their hearts, and the chatter in the hall was suppressed to a low level. With these idiots as a lesson from the past, the guy who didn't know Audrey's identity also noticed that something was wrong, and no one dared to go any further. Make it up.

Suddenly, the second floor became Audrey's world alone. Audrey leaned on the railing. The vampire's eyesight is very good, and she can clearly see what happened below.

Looking at the turret, where the lights can't reach, the men and women who are hooking up, love at first sight?Like a couple in love, exchanging each other's saliva, the man's hands are all under the woman's clothes.

Audrey looked at it playfully for a while, and if she wanted to do it here with real guns and live ammunition, then the banquet this time would not be a loss.

The banquet did not start until there was a commotion outside the door, and everyone left the hall one after another, standing on the stone road in the garden outside, Hilfield heaved a sigh of relief, put the cup in his hand on the tray in the waiter's hand, quietly wait.

In the dark sky, the bright moon was covered by dark clouds. A huge thunderbird was parked on the lawn, and there was a gorgeous hut on its back. The guests looked at this strange creature, but no one dared to go up. The hut was printed with flying Thunderbird, as everyone knows, is Cuthbert's family emblem.

The two walked out of the house, Charlotte looked down at the crowd below, the Thunderbird under his feet lowered his head, and the two walked along the Thunderbird's neck to the lawn.

The witch praised this beautiful magical animal, and the wizard was talking about the cost of raising this magical animal, and the power of the Cuthbert family, which can ignore the Ministry of Magic's magical animal protection law.

"This is an alchemy creature, and Cuthbert has always followed the rules of magic." Seeing everyone's thoughts, Charlotte explained, and the guests consciously left a way for the two to enter, regardless of what Charlotte said. What they think in their hearts is always flattering on the surface.

"What an amazing creation." A middle-aged man lamented, this Thunderbird looks like it really has the same eyes.

In order to distinguish the real from the fake, some people came closer to observe the Thunderbird. The exquisite and bright feathers have clear lines. As they approached, the Thunderbird raised its neck vigilantly and stared at them, dispelling the guests' thoughts of touching it with their hands. This vivid appearance makes it hard to believe that it is driven by metal gears.

It represented Casper's financial resources and connections. Few powerful alchemists spent several years on this large alchemy creation, and it was impossible to create it without a large amount of financial support.

Emma was wearing a long black dress and didn't wear much jewelry. Standing beside Charlotte, she would not overwhelm the host and act as a guardian.

"Miss Charlotte."

"Mr. Rosier." Charlotte looked at the thin and tall man who came over. The Rosier family is also an old French pure-blood family. This family produced a very famous person, Wende Rosier, the first generation As a loyal follower of the Dark Lord, the Rosier family has drawn a clear line with her early on, and has not been involved too much, and the family development is not bad.

"You haven't been here for a long time, and Camille has been thinking about you." Rosier held Charlotte's fingertips and kissed gently. Camille was his daughter.

"After going to school, there are always things to keep busy, and Camille has reached the age of entering school." Charlotte said pleasantly, talking about the family's short-lived parents, completely unable to see that they just met once a year.

"Hurry up, thinking that that naughty little guy won't be at home in the future, my heart is still empty."

"It's something that can't be helped. Mr. Delacour and Mrs. Apolline are as beautiful as ever." Charlotte greeted the Delacours, and Mr. Rosier stepped back silently, vacating Location.