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The moment the music started and the lights turned on, the presence of Voldemort still made the atmosphere stagnate.

Everyone around Lance and Bert stopped talking, and the exquisite nobles were speechless and could only look at their king.

And other neutrals and those who opposed Voldemort couldn't help but look at Dumbledore enjoying the food on the other side.

Voldemort, everyone saw who was the last person to enter, but no one dared to speak.Because Lord Dark Lord is obviously late.Because of being late, even the announcements were not heard.

This behavior is undoubtedly disrespectful.And because of his great strength and supreme status, no one dared to say anything more.

Voldemort saw the stagnation of the atmosphere, and laughed, causing the hall to start laughing again.Everyone understands the signal, let them do what they have to do.

He also understood that in the eyes of Alfred, his status was just like that of ordinary people.Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood there waiting for him when he knew he hadn't arrived yet, and he could have just left like that.But he chose not to, he wanted to tell the Alfred family what kind of person he was Voldemort.Speaking with strength, even if he is rude, the focus of everyone's attention will be on him, and they dare not comment on his mistakes.

Even if he doesn't say a word, he is the king of the audience.

"Welcome, Mr. Voldemort." Lance said these words coldly, and the Dark Lord returned the courtesy with a subtle smile.Bert was also by Lance's side. After taking a few more glances at the legendary heir of Slytherin, he felt that this person was very discordant.

Burt always felt that there was something wrong with this person, but he couldn't tell for a while, so he could only watch in silence as Lance and Voldemort made excuses.

Dumbledore also came over. Burt really didn't need to stay, but he still stood here.Watching the communication of the three adults.

It's really interesting, there must be some entanglements between the Dark Lord and His Excellency the Headmaster. Although Voldemort tried his best to cover it up, it didn't look like there was any change, but it was obvious that he was targeting "Herman" less, and the focus of attention fell on His Excellency the Headmaster unconsciously. .

This is really an interesting discovery.Burt thought, greeted them and came out of the conversation circle.

After a while, neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore spoke to Lance anymore, and the nobles who had calmed down on the other side realized that their chance had come, so they surrounded "Herman" again, chattering Talk to Lance.

Burt only needs to hear what these two "big men" have to say, and he doesn't need to care about the others to know what they will say.He didn't want to pay attention to these thoughts, he needed some nutrition.

After a busy day, Bert was indeed hungry.There were quite a few people at the dining table, but very few people were actually eating.

"Oh, you're Mr. Alfred!" The chestnut-haired boy who was eating a piece of pastry hastily swallowed his own, trying to show a friendly smile to Bert.

Burt nodded and said with a smile, "Oh, hello, Mr. Anthony Parkinson."

"You have a really good memory." Anthony gracefully picked up a glass of juice and took a sip, "I just can't remember."

"You are so humble." Bert pulled out a chair and sat down, Ruili dutifully brought lamb chops for Bert.

Seeing Burt just sitting and eating like this, Anthony was a little puzzled: "Aren't you going to greet them?" After speaking, he pointed to a group of young wizards secretly.

Burt took a bite of the meat and replied, "If I'm not full and I don't have enough energy, I'm not doing my best to entertain."

Anthony pouted, he wanted to eat too.However, he had eaten too many pastries before, and he really couldn't eat the lamb chops.Burt's appearance is really hard to say.In Anthony's view, this so-called birthday party was too strange: the owner of the house was the man who called himself Herman, but the child uttered such important news; the owner of the party should greet every guest and let them You feel right at home...but that Herman put on a face, while Bert, who should be friends with the little wizards, ostentatiously eats here!If he does this, his father will not beat him to death!

Bert swallowed the last lamb chop gracefully, wiped his lips, and said politely to Anthony, "Eat slowly."

Anthony just watched Burt eat, and he drank two or three sips of fruit juice to help digestion.Bert's feeling of eating was different from him. He seemed to be really hungry. Although his movements were still in accordance with the dogma, they were faster.

"I'm already full," Anthony replied reflexively.

Bert was not sure what Anthony meant, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then let's go play together?"

Anthony nodded and followed Bert.

Lucius chatted with the people around him and talked about some unnutritive topics.Narcissa was standing next to him, chatting about fashion with some girls.Lucius felt a little upset and looked at his father on the dance floor.And those little nobles who couldn't hold back really flocked to that Mr. Herman.

The adult did not receive special treatment when he arrived, and now he is arguing with Mr. Dumbledore again. The old walrus Horace Slughorn is fighting fiercely with the accomplished students around him.

This Alfred's face is really bigger than imagined.

"Isn't this Mr. Alfred?" Suddenly someone shouted among the people around Lucius, and all the little wizards dispersed to watch Bert's arrival.

"You look at me like that, it really makes me a little nervous." Burt said with a laugh.

"Little Alfred, will you come to Hogwarts to study this year?" A little wizard asked, which is what everyone is more concerned about now.

Burt replied: "Yes, I hope to spend seven happy years with you at Hogwarts."

"You will definitely go to Slytherin, right?" The beautiful black-haired woman stared at Burt with a pair of dark gray eyes, with a very condescending meaning.

"Perhaps, if I haven't passed the admission test, how will I know where I will eventually enter?" Burt didn't answer directly.

"Slytherin is the best, you must choose Slytherin. Since that lord appeared, the glory of our Slytherin is destined to shine!" The girl's eyes were almost crazy admiration, and her tone was intolerable. Doubtful order.

Burt's eyes turned cold, but he still smiled and said, "Ah, he is indeed an excellent person, but the four Hogwarts houses are all excellent houses, after all Hogwarts is the one with the longest heritage. Magic school. If possible, I really want to become four, and each academy can enter." The joking words dispelled the condensed atmosphere at the moment.

"you……"

"Sister Bella," Narcissa didn't let Bellatrix continue, "you see that adult is there, why don't you go up and say hello?"

Bellatrix glared at Bert unwillingly, and was attracted by Voldemort again.She finally threw down the sentence "If you don't choose Slytherin, you will regret it forever!" and approached the Dark Lord nervously.

Bert was really going to be annoyed.

"Alchemy and contracts, Alfred is the most authoritative existence in these two aspects," Lucius said after receiving the sight of his fiancée asking for help, "It has been many years since I saw the master produced by Alfred It is a super alchemy work, and this time he chooses not to hide from the world, so what work will Alfred come up with?"

"Contracts that are popular in the magic world are simple and not very practical. Of course, everyone here should have seen the most powerful contract." Burt looked at their blank faces and explained, " The existence of Hogwarts is the proof of the contract. Every wizarding school can be established without the help of Alfred. The combination of alchemy and magic can only be engraved into the core guardian formation of the school with the magic contract. "

Lucius' eyes lit up when he heard this, no wonder his father agreed to come here, and that adult also chose to come here.I didn't expect Alfred to be so powerful before.

"You all have accessories to defend against evil spells, all of which are alchemy products. Perhaps some of you are using Alfred's previous products... This year, if father finalizes a partner, then the latest alchemy products It’s no longer just a simple defense, maybe we will release products that store magic power and burn and release magic spells. Not just accessories, we will have better toys that develop little wizards’ ability to use magic power, and special toys Clothes for wizards who are engaged in high-risk work, etc." Burt picked out a few things that he didn't think were a big deal, and of course he would not tell these people about the core products.These things he said were nothing more than flashy things, all for the purpose of grabbing the market and taking away a lot of money from the wizarding world.

"Sounds great."

"The ring on my hand belongs to Alfred!"

……

Lucius knew Bert had reservations about what he said, but it's not easy to ask now, and such useless news is better than nothing.

It wasn't until the middle of the month that the guests bid farewell and left one after another.Lance was very annoyed, but he could only say goodbye politely and let the elf give him a small gift.Different identities, gifts are naturally different.

In the end, Lord Voldemort and Dumbledore stayed.

"It was too busy at the banquet, so please forgive me for the poor greeting." There was no change in Lance's attitude.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was a little annoyed. He had arrived at the venue by stepping on time, but he didn't expect that these two people really didn't wait for half a minute, and they didn't give him any face at all.Even when he arrived at the end, everyone in the audience noticed him, and the father and son still turned a blind eye.When had he been so angry? !If he didn't see how they could be used, he would have killed them immediately!

"No, your desserts are really delicious!" Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"A little heart." Lance didn't care about Voldemort's stinky face, and held a small bag in each of his left and right hands, and handed them in front of them.

"Oh hehe, I actually like your desserts better. Is it a new product?" Dumbledore took the bag. The things inside must be related to alchemy or contracts.

"Thank you, I hope to have many cooperation opportunities in the future." Voldemort took the bag and smiled, without any unpleasant look on his face.

"The old man is leaving now. Little Alfred is very cute, and Hogwarts welcomes him to school. The last Alfred studied at Hogwarts was almost 200 years ago." Deng Bullido said something with some emotion, and then left after exchanging salutes with Lance.

"Perhaps." Lance had no interest in Voldemort's proposal, he could sense the darkness and madness in this man, so he didn't have any affection for him.

This answer made Voldemort dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything else, and after reluctantly returning Lance's salute, he left quickly.

Bert looked at the darkened hall, wondering what he was thinking.

Lance walked back from the corridor, and slowly changed back to his original appearance, with tiredness on his brows.

"Teacher, you have worked hard."

"Wash and rest." Lance's voice was hoarse.

"good night, teacher."

"Good night." Lance replied, and walked slowly back to his room.

The empty hall is even more lonely.

The fluttering voice broke Alfred's silence.

Gavin hovered over Burt's head and let out a long cry, and the hall suddenly lit up again.

Burt reached out to receive the small bag, first touched a small bottle, and took it out to see that it was a small bottle of Felix Elixir. The golden potion glowed softly in the bottle.

Putting away the bottle, Bert took out a piece of paper.

The paper was dirty and crumpled.

[Bert:

Felicia, use it well.

Severus Snape]

Burt couldn't help laughing, the dark mass could be vaguely seen as "yours", did Severus need to do this?

The more I thought about it, the happier I was, and finally I actually laughed out loud.

He wants to see him now!

After the "snap", Bert had disappeared in place.

Gavin yelled again in displeasure.