On the overturned alley, Link and Mrs. Flamel were walking shoulder to shoulder.
However, at this moment, Mrs. Flamel's attention was not on the road ahead, but on Link.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she stared at Link for quite a while before finally stopping and saying, "Link, do you know what we're going to do at the Victoria estate in a moment?"
"Ah, of course I know." Link responded somewhat speechlessly.
Mrs. Flamel had already told him the purpose and reason for this trip many times. But truthfully, Link still felt a bit resistant to Mrs. Flamel wanting Emily to be his wife.
After all, the one who grew up together with Emily was the original body's owner, not the current Link.
Link himself was someone who cared more about emotions, so regarding this marriage, he still felt a bit awkward.
However, awkward or not, the fact that old Victoria was preparing to give Emily to someone else was a different matter.
This wasn't just an insult to Link himself, it was also a trampling of the dignity of the Flamel family.
Thinking like this, Link's expression also turned serious.
And Mrs. Flamel, who saw Link becoming serious, nodded with satisfaction. Then she placed her hand on Link's shoulder and quickly waved her wand.
"Apparate!"
Bang!
With a loud bang and a dizzying spin, the scenery in front of Link immediately became blurry.
When his vision finally returned to normal, Link realized that he and Mrs. Flamel were already standing in a small square, and right in front of them stood a huge villa.
The villa and square both looked quite new. If one considered good maintenance, the building shouldn't be more than 50 years old.
This gave Link a clearer understanding of the Victoria family's social class status.
After all, a family's old house was a symbol of their face and identity.
The fact that the Victoria family's villa looked so new clearly showed they had no deep heritage.
But this was normal, the Victoria family was just a newly risen family that had moved from abroad to the British magic world a few decades ago. If they did have deep heritage, that would be strange.
Mrs. Flamel apparently thought the same. You could tell just from the mocking smile on the corner of her mouth.
But Link wasn't as optimistic as she was. In his view, compared to the Flamel family, the clearly weaker Victoria family still dared to offend them to marry Emily off to someone else.
That meant the new backer they had found must be someone even stronger than the Flamel family.
"Link, let's go." Mrs. Flamel spoke calmly, and Link also followed behind her with a cautious look.
Link had a feeling, today would be a tough battle.
Creak~
The villa's large doors opened. A cool breeze rushed out, carrying laughter and chatter.
Inside the villa was very lively. Dozens of pureblood nobles, all wearing formal attire and looking proper, were gathered around a long table filled with drinks and food, chatting and moving freely.
Link even saw the Malfoy family among them. At the moment, they were being surrounded by several wizards.
Around them were many waiters carrying trays and drinks, weaving quickly through the crowd, looking quite busy.
But what surprised Link was that throughout the whole process, none of the waiters used any magic.
This made Link think of the word Squib.After all, the Malfoy family would never accept service from Muggles, to them, that was an insult.
But the identity of these waiters wasn't important anymore.
Because the originally lively hall fell into sudden silence the moment Mrs. Flamel and Link entered.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two slowly walking in. A few timid ones were even already clutching their wands and trying to escape the hall.
Mrs. Flamel didn't pay them any attention. She walked straight in, glancing at the plain and conventional decorations of the villa as she coldly said:
"Looks like you all are having a good time."
The surroundings were still completely silent, no one dared to respond.
Seeing this, Mrs. Flamel walked over to the Malfoy family and said to Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, "Hello there, Malfoys."
Lucius looked a bit nervous. His mouth moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything. He could only nod.
Their son, Draco Malfoy, had already hidden behind his mother, Narcissa, hugging her waist and muttering, "I… I didn't bully Link."
"I know very well about that. You don't have to be this scared of me, Draco." Mrs. Flamel said, somewhat speechlessly.
She knew Draco, to be honest, he was pretty cute when he was little. She didn't expect that the older he got, the more annoying he'd become. Now he'd turn into a scared little quail as soon as he saw her. 'boring.'
At the same time, Link, following behind Mrs. Flamel, made an unexpected discovery.
In a dark corner of the hall, Snape was looking over with his head slightly raised.
His expression didn't look good, because beside him was a small round table, and on the table was a glass of dark brown wine.
This surprised Link. In his impression, Snape wasn't the kind to attend parties. Plus, to keep his mind sharp at all times, Snape had always avoided alcoholic drinks.
But he also wasn't so tactless as to walk up and boldly greet Snape at a time like this. So Link simply gave Snape a slight nod and bow as a greeting.
Snape saw this and also visibly relaxed, subtly nodding back at Link.
Just then, a rush of footsteps echoed through the hall.
Link looked toward the sound and saw a short, chubby middle-aged man running toward him in a somewhat comical manner.
Behind him was an old man wearing an outdated, bulky formal suit. Unlike the panicked middle-aged man, this old man looked calm, walked steadily, and even had time to greet the surrounding pureblood nobles as he walked.
The only downside was none of those nobles paid him any attention. Instead, they all avoided him like he was some kind of plague.
"Ah! Mrs. Flamel, why have you come!" The chubby middle-aged man said breathlessly, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.
Mrs. Flamel sneered and replied, "Some people didn't send me an invitation, so I had no choice but to come myself."
Her words made the chubby man look embarrassed, but Mrs. Flamel had no intention of letting him off. She looked at the old man behind him and continued, "Come on then, introduce this fellow to me."
"Ah, this…"
Sweat started forming again on the chubby man's forehead, but the old man stepped forward and said, "Mr. Victoria, allow me to introduce myself."
"I am the current head of the Wilson family, Tom Wilson, from the United States..."
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