(A modification has been made, and the sharing of worldly power in the previous chapter has been changed to "sharing and supporting".)

Two days after Christmas, it was dark outside the window, and there were snowflakes like goose feathers falling, and the snow was gradually piled up, and it had even reached the third step in front of the castle.

Verne stood in front of the mirror, letting the magical images in the mirror scatter their own costumes. Now he is wearing an indigo robe, his hair is combed slightly, looking handsome and upright, and extremely charming.

In less than two quarters of an hour, he had to set out to a coastal villa in Cheshire, England to attend a dinner hosted by the Tesheim tribe.

In fact, when Fresk sent the invitation two weeks ago, Verne had no intention of attending the meeting because he believed that as a school teacher, if he participated in the gathering of students' families privately, he would be suspicious of being disgusted. What's more, as far as he knows, it seems that he was the only one in Hogwarts who received the invitation.

However, shortly after he declined, he received a letter of invitation written by his senior Gage, hoping that he would go to the villa in Tesheim to speak. With such a forced intent, he changed his mind and agreed to go to the meeting.

After Verne hesitated for a few seconds before hanging up a decorative chest, he finally prepared to leave for Cheshire. He first applied for the right to use a fireplace temporarily leaving school, came to a relay station in Diagon Alley, and found the decently dressed senior Gage among the scattered crowd.

"Long time no see, Gage."

"Long time no see, Verne, if you hadn't greeted you first, I would have almost no recognition of you," Gage looked at Verne up and down with admiring eyes. "If you haven't seen each other for a few years, your changes have been great!" He glanced at the other person's head in a vague manner.

"Oh? Then I have to sigh that maybe my adolescence came later than others, which made you almost unable to recognize me." Verne smiled.

Gage smiled heartily: "Verne, you are still so humorous, which reminds me of what you once said when facing the tutor's test: 'Put a pair of French and British friends together, the British will give French a hug, and the French will give British a hug and a veneer kiss.' These words still impress me until now!"

Looking at Gage, who was usually rigorous and self-supporting in his memory, suddenly made such a affectionate look. Verne was really confused. Perhaps he noticed his confusion, Gage suddenly sighed: "Verne, today I have to thank you. Since the private brand I manager's poor operation two years ago, I have introduced the financial aid of Tesheim, and I have indirectly become the alchemy worshiper of their clan. So when Fresk asked me before, I hope you can go to the banquet, I had to help."

Verne was slightly stunned, and then he felt a little moved. In order to survive, there are really many rules in this world that cannot be followed. He said politely: "Gage, you are too polite. There is no need to thank you or not. In fact, I also want to go to the villa in Tesheim, but because of my identity, I can't stand it."

Upon hearing this, Gage smiled gratefully and said, "Follow me first." He pulled Verne's left arm, and after a spontaneous twist, the two of them came to a vast beach. Although the cold sea breeze kept blowing, they were just a little cool because of the "warm curse" and they didn't feel the biting chill.

Gage looked around, and at the same time, he lightly tapped his wand and set up a rough isolation formation, and whispered: "Verne, although the patriarch of Tesheim, Biflons, told me that he was very interested in the 'Phantom Biflones, who designed the 'Phantom Billion type', was invited to the dinner, but in fact, his guest list also lists many pure-blooded nobles from all over the country, most of whom are racists. If you come to trouble you, please be more tolerant." Gage looked at Verne with an apology. He knew that he was really not kind enough to say these words at this time, but he had no choice but to act in obedience to him.

After speaking, the two walked towards the beach together. After passing through a windbreak forest, a tall and elegant villa came into view. At the same time, Verne also felt that the magic elements around him became stagnant and heavy. Although it would not affect ordinary casting, he could not use space witchcraft such as "Phantom Movement".

After walking for a while, Verne and Gage arrived at the gate of the manor and handed the invitation to the waiter for review. The two of them rode a carriage led by a Pegasus called "Iseron**" and headed towards the villa that was only more than 500 yards away.

As soon as he stepped on the spacious marble stairs in front of the villa, he saw the waiters in the middle of the road bowing in unison. Gage glanced at Verne worriedly, but found that the other party was not embarrassed at all, and still looked calm, so he calmed down.

As soon as he entered the dinner venue, Verne heard a hearty laugh. After he saw the man's figure and appearance, he hurriedly greeted Gage, ignored the other party's expression of wanting to speak but stopped, and then took a big step towards a tall white-bearded old man.

After a conversation just now, Verne had long been displeased with Gage's actions. Although he could understand the other party's feelings of wanting to please the superiors and not wanting to offend his companions, understanding did not mean understanding. So when he found another familiar figure in the venue, he refused to leave.

"Ye An, Mr. Camitchell."

Hearing Verne's greetings, the white-bearded old man stopped talking to a beautiful mature woman, turned his head in a little surprised, and after seeing the face of the visitor, he smiled happily and said, "Isn't this Verne? I didn't expect you to appear here!" He blinked, "It's a pity that Ona didn't come today, she went to France to discuss business."

"What a pity, I'm still wondering if she's hiding again." Verne sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. Camitchell smiled loudly and said, "Ona hates this kind of drinking and chatting scene, but it would be an exception if you knew you were there today."

Hearing this, Verne froze and said, "Mr. Camitchell, you really like to joke... By the way, what kind of business is that makes Ona not even leave Christmas holidays. It's so hard..."

"Hmph!" Mr. Camitchell didn't wait for Verne to finish his words, and shouted coldly: "Boy, don't think about changing the topic. What's wrong with my granddaughter making you unwilling to accept her feelings? Indeed, she is a little older than you, but you are much older than ordinary people of your age. Wouldn't that happen, I..."

Listening to Mr. Camitchell's rhetoric, Verne could only bow his head and secretly hated his ignorance, and actually came here to cause trouble. At the same time, he felt a little guilty in his heart. In the past two years, Verne had already known Oona's feelings for him, but love could not be forced. Sometimes he wanted to try to accept it, but he always retreated because of fear at the end.

He cherishes the relationship with Ona too much, but this "feeling" is not love.

**winged-horse (Peak horse), some magical class level: xx-xxxx, Pegasus exists all over the world. Pegasus has many different breeds, including the god talisman (an extremely strong and huge silver-maned horse), Iseron (a mane maroon, common in England and Ireland), Graling (a pegasus with grey body and particularly rapid action) and the rare Black Demon Star (a black Pegasus with invisibility, which is considered an ominous thing by many wizards). Because Pegasus is always with the winged beast of the eagle head and horse body, people require people who own Pegasus to cast a disillusionment spell on the Pegasus every once in a while.
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