Chapter 207: The Fight Before the Banquet
From the moment he walked out of the room, Cedric was completely shocked by the scene before him.
The road to the reception room is through a long corridor, which was covered with moss and extremely dark just yesterday.
It has completely changed now. The moss on the ancient bricks and stones has been cleared away, and torches are used for lighting around.
They were also all removed and replaced by a giant crystal chandelier weighing several tons hanging overhead.
The light from countless candles, reflected by the crystal, illuminated the entire enclosed corridor.
If there weren't no windows and air circulation around, Cedric would have thought it was daytime here.
When you arrive at the entrance of the reception room, you will see extremely rich and luxurious decorations around it, including luxurious Baroque-style stone carvings with gold foil.
There are also two huge flags hanging on the left and right of the golden bronze gate. On the dark black flags, the symbol of "Deathly Hallows" is embroidered with pure silver silk thread.
The bronze door slowly opened to the left and right, and Cedric put on the golden mask that he had prepared long ago.
He composed himself and walked into the reception room with a high-spirited attitude, looking at everyone in the room through the holes in the mask.
The reception room, which was comparable to the Hogwarts Great Hall, was already crowded with countless wizards wearing various strange robes, holding silver wine glasses.
There were all kinds of strange drinks in there, including thick alcohol like blood, and sticky liquid like fermented mung beans.
The most peculiar thing was an old witch. There was a lively toad floating in the wine in her cup.
Cedric had never seen so many wizards gathered in one place for a banquet, except when Hogwarts started school.
He couldn't help but start walking around out of curiosity, and as his observation deepened, he gradually began to use Professor Carl's observation method.
They began to classify the wizards present. The most powerful and calm ones were undoubtedly the group of old men closest to the podium.
Most of them have white hair and beards, hunched bodies, walking sticks in their hands, and wearing extremely gorgeous classical wizard robes.
Most of them didn't have drinks in their hands, and apart from simple greetings, there wasn't much verbal communication between them.
From time to time, he would look at the wizard on the other side with a complicated look.
On the other side was a group of young wizards, most of them were under thirty years old, wearing party dresses similar to those worn by Muggles.
They gathered in groups of three or five, greeting each other and joking around, with warm applause and laughter breaking out from time to time.
There were no strange drinks in their hands, most of them were cocktails that Muggles loved to drink.
However, Cedric did not like that group of people, because there was a strange feeling in their eyes and words.
He usually only felt this feeling from students of Slytherin College. In Carl's words, these people were very arrogant and liked to show off.
They had a deep sense of contempt and hostility towards another group of young wizards who also attended the banquet but whose family backgrounds were obviously not as good as theirs.
The group of people did not stand with them, but stood on the other side, scanning the entire audience with cold eyes.
"What family are you from?"
Just as Cedric was observing silently, a proud voice suddenly came from behind him.
He turned around and saw a boy in a flashy purple suit looking at him with a very strange look.
Seeing that there was no response from him, the other party immediately asked in an impatient tone.
"I'm asking you a question. You look pretty fancy dressed, so you must be a member of a pure-blood family. My name is Kevin Lestrange."
"You come from a famous pure-blood family in France. Where on earth are you from? Why are you wearing a mask and acting so mysterious here?"
Cedric took two steps back, keeping a distance from the other party, and wanted to speak but before he could open his mouth.
That Lestrange pointed at another group of young wizards and spoke.
"If you are not a wizard from a pure-blood family, then please go over there. There is no place for you here."
"We do not welcome Muggles like you to attend this banquet. To be honest, I am the heir of Master Grindelwald."
"Inviting these dirty guys to the banquet is very incomprehensible to the original purpose of the establishment of the Saints Society."
"It is to lead the wizard revolution, to completely cut off our connection with the Muggle world, and to return those dirty guys to their rightful place."
"And now, she actually wrote in the invitation letter that all wizards are a force that can be united. It's really ridiculous."
Having said that, the guy turned around and looked at the lackeys surrounding him, and spoke in a very teasing tone.
"I heard that Master Grindelwald's successor is a girl. I wonder what she looks like if she has such childish ideas."
"I don't think it will be that pretty. I don't want my father to ask me to marry her, then I will..."
The speech was interrupted forcibly, and in an extremely rude manner.
Cedric threw a right hook, hitting his opponent's face hard, with such force that his face was distorted.
His whole body flew out and he fell into a baby-like sleep as soon as he lay on the ground.
"what happened?"
"How dare someone start a fight at Master Grindelwald's banquet?"
"Look at that guy, his whole face is swollen."
Cedric's punch immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers, and everyone looked at Lestrange who was lying on the ground.
Immediately, everyone started talking.
As one of the parties involved, Cedric remained silent and ignored the harsh words uttered by the lackey beside the other party.
He turned around and ran towards the dining table. As he walked, he had already made a decision in his mind.
He had to stay with this group of people today, even though they made him feel disgusted and disgusted.
He must stay here, and the reason is very simple, because he discovered through his observation just now.
The dishes on this table are richer than those on the opposite side.
What is the motto of Hufflepuff? The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.
As for the punch, he felt no psychological pressure at all. After all, he could completely understand it using Professor Carl's self-moral closed loop.
I helped him escape a disaster. After all, if what that guy just said reached Carl's ears.
I guess his end won’t be much better than Voldemort, who was burned to ashes by Carl’s killing curse.
After figuring this out, Cedric dove into the snacks on the table and started eating like crazy under everyone's puzzled gazes.
On the other side, Kevin Lestrange was slapped four or five times in a row by his furious father.
He finally woke up, but started crying and screaming as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Father, you must help me to take revenge, I..."
The speech was interrupted again, and still in a very similar way, the father slapped his son on the other side of the face.
Then he grabbed the other person's neck with his hands, pointed at the door and yelled.
"Shut your stinky mouth and come with me to greet the new master."
