Chapter 2428

John attended a lot of banquets, including wizards, Muggles, goblins, fawns, vampires... And even the Mermaids at the bottom of Stowe lake. He was born in the United States, where multi-ethnic coexistence is more common than in Europe, and there is a special Stewart family. When he was young, he lived a very idle, boring and absurd life, What kind of party have you never seen?

But even so, he had no clue about the party to be held by the corpses tonight, and even... He felt a little absurd.

But it's no wonder. After all, not long ago, this group of corpses gave the impression of cruelty, disorder and extreme madness to the vast majority of people. Now, even if you have experienced the other side of the other party a little, you can still remember the scene that the corpse tide swept across Britain and left only an endless disaster. The dazzling figures in the intelligence data alone are enough to leave an extremely deep memory for anyone.

The murderer who seemed to have no reason now turned into a banquet, which really made him unable to return to God.

Therefore, when he walked to the side hall door of the restaurant and subconsciously opened the door with John full of reverie, he even considered whether he was one of the dishes at the dinner.

Or the kind you send to the door!

If that's true, then... It seems to be "captive" here in recent days. There is an unlimited supply of food every day, but no one cares about their strange situation, so it finally makes sense... Right?

"Mr. Stewart is here? Please come in -"

Suddenly, a familiar voice pulled him back to reality from all kinds of dangerous ideas. When he looked at it, he saw that the living corpse girl in the door was shaking her soft shining left hand, and at the same time, she casually waved to him with the other empty right hand.

"Just find a seat! There are drinks on the table. Just feel free!"

The white night pointed at the long table in the restaurant, and then ignored him. With slightly brisk steps, she ran to the other side again, threw the brilliance of her left hand, and hung it a few inches under the high ceiling.

It can be seen that in the original luxurious but somewhat empty and boring Royal restaurant, she has hung a lot of almost bright but colorful light groups, and some of them flash like Christmas bulbs.

"Elder sister... Can you hang this here?"

"Yes, the master will like them."

"That would be great!"

In addition to the white night, there are many other high-level corpses in the restaurant. They are different in appearance and shape. Most of them are quite scary to ordinary people, but everyone here is regular and introverted. In contrast, the white night, which has become more and more lively recently, is actually the most prominent one of them.

"Mr. Stewart, come and sit down!"

When another voice greeted him from the long table, John, who was still stunned, forced himself to close his mind secretly and walk in again.

"Uh... Hello, Miss Granger... Nice to see you again."

"Of course, I'm happy, too."

The first time we met at the door was really short, but even so, Hermione and his party still made a deep impression on John in that short time. For nothing else, just because Hermione and others who had just returned from the outside at that time had an unforgettable taste after the fierce battle.

"Mr. Stewart," Hermione, who has had a good rest for a while, still has a little fatigue on her face, but her look is obviously much better than when she first met. "She has just told us something about you in the daytime - I have to tell the truth. It's not a good choice to come at this time!"

In fact, at present, John is still not open - even if the corpses here are almost all very quiet, there is still a kind of pressure that is difficult to completely eliminate to live in the same room with so many seemingly strong corpses.

At this time, listening to Hermione across from him, he could only barely maintain his superficial composure, smiled, nodded and said:

"Yes! Well... I have to say, it is."

Even with great uneasiness in his heart, the old slick in the wizard still had the ability to hide his mood at the moment. He didn't show too much uneasiness in front of Hermione.

Of course, Hermione on the other side seems to be just like when she first met. She doesn't care what the middle-aged wizard from the United States is thinking right now.

"Let's not talk about those disturbing things first. Let's sit down for a while before the master arrives!" she also smiled at John. "Oh, as for 'them', don't worry too much. Trust me, they're not dangerous now."

The "they" in Hermione's mouth naturally refers to those high-ranking corpses who are also sitting on the long table. After all, no matter how good John is at covering up, he can't hide his vigilance against the living corpses after all.

After giving the American man opposite, who was also a human wizard, a little insight to try to eliminate some of the excess precautions in the other party's heart, she did not care whether the other party really listened to her words, but just rubbed her forehead with one hand, as if she was relieving her fatigue.

"Hermione?"

Harry just looked at the latter while Hermione was talking to John, and soon turned his attention back to the former.

"I'm fine," Hermione smiled at Harry. "Have a good sleep tonight. It should be all right tomorrow. It's Safina. She's hurt a lot this time..."

"It's good to be alive, isn't it?"

On the other hand, Safina, who was badly injured in Hermione's mouth, just waved her hand casually, holding the glass with one hand, and said so. From the surface, we can't tell whether she was hurt or not - at least John, who has closed his mouth and observed silently, doesn't see anything at all.

However, the irrecoverable fatigue shown in the look and posture of the people in front of us is obvious.

That is, during the moment when Hermione and others chatted casually, the restaurant has been decorated by several corpses such as white night, which is more and more banquet like. John in silence didn't know what to look like at this time. He could only wait quietly for the moment when the dinner really began.

I don't know when there was another sound of footsteps in the corridor outside