bacchusnovels Chapter 409 The Story in the Restaurant
Chapter 409 The Story in the Restaurant
Chapter 409 The Story in the Restaurant
This is Henry's second month back at work.
Not long ago, he suddenly disappeared.
Everyone in the manor assumed that he had heard or seen something he shouldn't have, and that Lord Malfoy had taken care of it.
It wasn't until more than half a year later, when he returned to his post, that the rumor was dispelled.
Compared to before he left, Henry seems to have changed, yet he seems to have remained the same.
This feeling is hard to describe.
If I had to describe it... it would be that Henry has become more confident than before.
That's right, I'm more confident now.
Henry followed Lucius's instructions and urged the servants in the kitchen to serve the food.
Since Dobby left, the servants have been in charge of the meals at Malfoy Manor.
Compared to Dobby, who has magic, cooking, these Squib servants without magic cook at a snail's pace.
This made Lucius, who was initially experiencing this change, somewhat uncomfortable, and even dissatisfied.
But over time, he adapted to the change.
The reason was that he unexpectedly discovered that food cooked manually tasted much better than food cooked by Dobby using magic.
"Hurry up, how much longer until the soup is ready?"
"Today, Lord Malfoy is hosting a banquet for distinguished guests; we must not let anything go wrong."
Henry glanced around at the busy servants in the kitchen, then walked quietly to the soup pot, gently lifted the lid, smelled the rich aroma, and nodded in satisfaction.
"How much longer will this take? If it delays any longer, even the VIPs at the table may become impatient."
A young maid hurried over and whispered, "It's almost ready, it can be served soon."
"Right away," Henry commanded briefly, then turned and continued his inspection of the kitchen.
Today's distinguished guest is someone Henry has met before.
In books, in newspapers, on some signs in Diagon Alley, and... in that underground base.
Those months in the underground base were some of the most unforgettable months of Henry's life.
Even if it's a flashback after death, it can be placed at the beginning of the film—for Henry, this is just the beginning of his life.
That's right, Henry was also a member of Phillips' army.
For these pure-blood families who are like weather vanes, Sean planted a spy in each of them.
Henry was a spy for the Malfoy family. To ensure their loyalty, Sean personally met with them and marked them.
The thought of facing Sean sent a shiver down Henry's spine, even in the sweltering kitchen.
Therefore, Henry put in his utmost effort in handling this dinner, striving to provide his boss with impeccable service.
With the last dish prepared, Henry personally carried all the food onto the food cart and delivered it to the restaurant.
As the restaurant doors slowly opened, Lucius sat in the main seat, his eyes already glazed with drunkenness.
On his right is his boss, Phillips.
On the left are Narcissa, the mistress of the manor, and Draco, the young master of the manor.
Several people were having a lively conversation.
Henry pushed the food cart to the table and bowed respectfully, saying, "Please enjoy the last few courses of the dinner."
Lucius waved his hand, looking at him with a slightly dazed expression: "Henry, you did a good job today, the dishes were just what I wanted."
Henry lowered his head and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, sir."
He didn't linger long, quickly served the last dish, then stepped aside and turned to leave.
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out; Draco had accidentally dropped his spoon on the ground.
Henry immediately stopped and looked down, sighing inwardly at his young master's arrogant and disdainful temperament.
So Henry walked quietly to the table, preparing to squat down and pick up the dropped spoon.
As he bent down to pick up the spoon, he unexpectedly found himself in an extremely awkward position—under the table, the boss and Narcissa's legs were crossed, their fingertips interlocked, and the slight friction sound was particularly noticeable in the relatively quiet environment under the table.
Henry was stunned, his heart tightening.
He immediately looked away and instinctively held his breath, trying to quickly extricate himself from the scene he shouldn't have seen.
Despite undergoing rigorous training in the underground base to ensure he could remain calm in any situation, at this moment—
He was still somewhat at a loss.
Mrs. Malfoy actually had such a... secret relationship with her boss.
Will my boss kill me?
Thinking of this, Henry broke out in a cold sweat.
So he took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and forced himself to continue picking up the spoon.
"Young master," Henry said in a low voice, handing the spoon to Draco, "it's fallen."
Draco didn't pay much attention to Henry's expression. He casually took the spoon and was about to complain when he felt Sean's gaze from across the table, so he quickly and politely said, "Thank you."
Henry nodded slightly, took a step back respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, enjoy your dinner." Then, he quickly left the restaurant.
As a result, only four people remained in the restaurant.
Sean continued to tell Lucius about the development of the history of magic.
Speaking in Professor Binns' tone, Lucius sat in the main seat, his gaze somewhat unfocused, his lips twitching slightly as if he were trying to maintain a facade, but the emptiness in his eyes betrayed him.
He never expected that after leaving Hogwarts, he would still hear that familiar tone, those familiar words, and that familiar voice. In the next moment, Lucius's eyelids finally drooped completely, his head tilted slightly, and he slumped heavily into the chair, completely losing consciousness.
"Ah—" Narcissa gasped softly, covering her mouth.
"What's wrong, Mother?" Draco looked at his mother with some confusion.
"N-nothing, nothing..." Narcissa said in a flustered manner, her voice trembling slightly.
Not only her tone of voice, but if you observe carefully, you can also see that her body is swaying slightly.
"What a pity, Mr. Malfoy. He was just listening to me a moment ago," Sean said with great regret.
His expression made him look like someone simply stating the facts.
Narcissa took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and forced a smile, saying, "Perhaps, he was just too tired."
"Yes, after all, what I said was indeed a bit too dry and boring." Sean nodded thoughtfully.
As he spoke, he picked up the glass of red wine in front of him, took a small sip, and then put it back in its place, his fingers slowly gliding across the wooden tabletop, making a crisp click.
"Ah—" Narcissa murmured again, her face flushed red.
"Mother, what's wrong?" Draco frowned, noticing his mother's unusual behavior. He stood up and asked in a low voice, his eyes full of doubt.
Narcissa hurriedly shook her head, raising her hand to cover her forehead. "It's nothing, Draco, go and rest. Mother is tired." Her voice trembled even more.
"But..." Draco's gaze swept over Lucius, who was still unconscious. Seeing his father's pale face, his brows furrowed slightly. "Father—" He didn't finish his sentence, but the worry in his eyes was clearly visible.
Narcissa took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and gently patted Draco's shoulder. "Go and rest. Don't disturb your father."
He's just drunk; he'll wake up soon.
Upon hearing this, Draco hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding and leaving the room.
The moment he closed the door, Narcissa could no longer hold back. She groaned, clutching her skirt tightly with both hands, her body covered in cold sweat, feeling weak and powerless.
Sean smiled, looked up at Narcissa, and said, "You are truly a wonderful mother."
Narcissa swallowed hard, feigning composure, and said, "Yes, I just didn't want Draco to worry." After saying this,
She immediately lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Sean again.
Sean, of course, wouldn't expose her lame excuse, and pretended not to hear, continuing, "Then let's continue with our last topic..."
Miss Narcissa, were you satisfied with my help last time?
"ah--"
The dog training and dog walking plan has been completed.
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