Dynavale and Hogwarts

For people living in the Surrey countryside, the old Weir family's ancestral home can be called a mansion.

It's a pity that the old Mr. and Mrs. Weir went to London many years ago with their son Bob, who was under one year old, and never came back.

People have been talking about the old Weir family again recently because people are often found coming in and out of the mansion.

First came the decoration workers; then came the housekeeping staff; in the end, a cook and a janitor were left behind.

Everyone is speculating that the Weir family may be coming back.

Compared with this incident, the boring and boring daily neighborhood disputes and gossip are simply not worth mentioning.

As a result, the topics the women had at afternoon tea suddenly became richer.

It always starts with complaining about the hot damn weather, and then somehow it always leads naturally to the Weirs.

People who have met Mr. and Mrs. Weil will talk about how reliable and honest old Mr. Weil is and how kind and beautiful Mrs. Weil is.

People who didn’t know the truth believed it.

Even the person who said it had forgotten the memory of Old Weir's gloomy expression and his wife's eyes that were always swollen from crying, as if none of this had ever existed.

Of course, what everyone is most interested in is why the Weir family came back.

After countless imaginative discussions, a consensus was gradually reached.

The Weir family must have been unable to survive in London. It is most likely related to the fact that Bob has no future as an adult. Otherwise, why didn't he come back before but would come back now?

Some people speculated that stock trading went bankrupt and sold the ancestral property; others said that Old Weir was almost mad at his evil son and wanted to return to his roots; some said that Bob had offended a big shot and came to the countryside to seek refuge.

Everyone was excited for a while. Although they were in trouble, they could still argue about how to deal with it.

If there wasn't the last trace of conscience left, everyone might even want to make a bet about it.

After the song ended, people returned to their homes contentedly.

Then he thought about how to show off his superiority gracefully and politely when the Weir family came back.

For example, they can educate Bob for Old Weir, even though they know nothing about Bob.

The imaginary tragic story is like the lubricant of interpersonal relationships. Everyone begins to ignore each other's dissatisfaction, festivals and disgust, and look forward to the day when "Bad Boy" Bob returns from London in disgrace.

But their expectations were dashed.

They were surprised to find that the person who got out of the car parked in front of the newly renovated mansion was not a man, but a graceful beauty.

The key to a tall and straight figure and a beautiful face is temperament, temperament, temperament.

Like a wealthy daughter who has walked into a slum, she can be calm and relaxed, but others around her can't help but feel ashamed.

She was holding a child in her arms, probably only about two years old, and behind her was a woman carrying a bag.

She stopped in front of the house, admired it for a while, then smiled at everyone and walked into the mansion.

The gatekeeper hurriedly directed the car to drive in and then closed the door.

The villagers were a little surprised but even more excited.

New characters have actually been added, and the plot will become more colorful.

Ah, thinking about the possible love, hatred, sadistic love and infatuation, my eyes are sparkling.

The excited guys felt that their lives were beginning to become more magnificent. The heart that wants to find out is like being teased and teased by gentle little hands, and it is tickled from time to time.

Just when people's curiosity was about to dry up, a smart man went to Weir's house and asked the cook to borrow a handful of salt, and actually found out a lot of information.

The reliable and loyal old Weir and his kind and beautiful wife have gone to heaven one after another.

Mr. Weir had a successful career. He opened a construction and decoration company in London and made a lot of money.

The person who came back was Mrs. Weir, who came to the countryside for a vacation. It was said that the air was relatively "fresh and pleasant."

Whether the air was "fresh and pleasant" was unknown to the village women who were used to it, but at another afternoon tea, everyone ignored the usual discussion about the weather and directly talked about the Weir family.

When the keywords such as man, rich, baby, beautiful woman, and coming back alone were summarized one by one, the women seemed to have suddenly discovered something brilliant, and they all gave each other a meaningful look tacitly.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The air seemed to suddenly become extremely hot.

"I said, we haven't welcomed Mrs. Weir yet."

A bloated lady with almost no neck and a mustache on her chin spoke every word, adding an emphasis on the words "Welcome" and "Mrs. Weir", making her tone particularly meaningful.

"Yeah, yeah" someone immediately responded: "I think we should"

"Invite Mrs. Weir to the next afternoon tea as a welcome. We can introduce each other to each other and have a chat."

Another skinny woman quickly picked up the conversation, and the word "chat" coming out of her lips that were almost invisible on her mean face seemed particularly beguiling.

The atmosphere became lively again. What's the point of the protagonist not appearing and hiding behind the scenes? Some things can only feel good if they are done in person.

Come on, the stage has been set up, please start your performance, and then we can cooperate with your performance.

"I heard that rich people will be given formal invitations to have afternoon tea," someone said impatiently and entered the executive level.

"We should also be more formal to express our sincerity." After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and laughed twice. At first glance, it sounded a bit like a cat's purr.

Everyone who understood understood nodded in agreement. You said something and I discussed how to write an invitation letter.

Finally, when the invitation letter finally came out, the afternoon tea came to an end.

Time flies so fast these days. Everyone sighed, got up, tidied their clothes, and went to Weir's house together.

They handed the invitation letter to the doorman through the exquisite wrought iron door. Without even looking at the doorman, they said goodbye to each other and went back to their homes.

"Madam, here is an invitation letter." The gatekeeper respectfully held the letter to the hostess with both hands.

"When did the country postman deliver the letter?" Amanda Weir casually took the letter and asked somewhat casually.

"About ten o'clock in the morning, ma'am," replied the porter. Seeing the confused look in the hostess's eyes, he quickly added: "This letter was sent directly from a group of ladies. They should all live nearby."

Amanda didn't speak, signaling to the gatekeeper that the questioning was over, and then lowered her head to read the letter carefully.

After a while, he raised his head and said to Mary, who was holding the baby in her arms: "You invited me to have afternoon tea the day after tomorrow, Mary. Our neighbors are really welcoming."

After saying that, he winked playfully at the baby and Mary, making the baby in Mary's arms giggle.

Amanda reached out to take the baby, took out her handkerchief and carefully wiped away the saliva from the baby's laughter.

Hold the baby on his legs and play games with the baby by moving his legs up and down.

From time to time, the baby will be taught a word or two.

If she learns it right, Amanda will exclaim in surprise: "Dana, my sunshine boy, you are so smart." Then kiss the baby's cheek.

And Dana sometimes giggled and stretched out her arms, tilting her head and body back to avoid her mother's kiss.

Sometimes she would just give Amanda a wet kiss back, then pat Amanda's face with her little hands, and call out softly: "Mom, Mom."

Mary looked at this heartwarming scene with a smile. What a blessing, if only Mr. Weir were here.

"Mary" Mary quickly recovered her mind and listened to Amanda's instructions seriously.

"I'll bring some waffles later." Amanda glanced at the invitation message again and said: "Maggie Dursley's house, just say thank you for the invitation, and I will be there on time for the afternoon tea the day after tomorrow. Don't be in a hurry to come back, chat with her, and ask about this place. rules.

Since I'm going to be here for a while, I have to do as the Romans do. "