[hp] The Queen of Mischief works as a time and space merchant at Hogwarts

The banquet hall was filled with people and glasses. Guests were walking on the dance floor and in the banquet hall, and the sound of clinking glasses could be heard all the time.

The lively atmosphere spread to almost every corner.

"Dear family members, welcome to my daughter's birthday party. Thank you for your sincere blessings. I sincerely hope you have an unforgettable party."

The smile on Scharf Garcia's face is generous and graceful, and it's a coincidence. He raised his hand holding the goblet, gently shook the wine in the glass, and greeted the people in the banquet hall. Sydel couldn't believe that this well-dressed man was her silly dad.

Scharf spread his hands: Your dad is actually great, don’t you know?

"This is the little girl, Hilde Garcia——" Scharf's smooth and fluffy black hair shined particularly brightly under the light.

The Garcias have almost every hair color. Scharf said he had short, slightly curly, shoulder-length black hair, green eyes, and a fair complexion with rosy cheeks. With his black hair, he not only does not look decadent, but also has a strange melancholic beauty;

Windissa has long, light blond hair. She has a standard Western beauty appearance, but she has a pair of mesmerizing blue and purple pupils. Her skin is also very white, but she has a pair of extremely beautiful red lips, which make her look like a red rose blooming in the snow;

Hiller has blond hair, and his light green pupils are faintly gray, a natural and free color.

Shidel is unique. She seemed to have mixed Scharf's black hair with Windisha's pale blonde hair and added her own unique color, turning it into a dazzling silver. Her pupils were dark blue for a while, but gradually turned purple when she was three years old. She was so frightened that Sydel once thought that she had been mutated after being invaded by a virus.

"Merlin! Is that Miss Garcia! She is so beautiful..."

"She actually has long light silver hair!..."

"Her violet pupils also seem to have a special charm..."

There were compliments, whether it was a compliment or a sincere compliment. Maybe they just wanted to make friends with the Garcia family, but Hidel felt that it was quite useful.

Scharf turned to look at his little daughter. She had never been to such a banquet before and wondered if she might be a little nervous.

As for the boy Shearer, he has participated in a few games. Even if he has not participated in Scharf, there is no need to worry. Shearer has a strong mental capacity.

In a sense, Scharf did tell the truth. Hiller was bullied by Hidel for three years without saying a word.

Shearer: Dad! So when did love disappear?

In fact, Hiddle didn't feel nervous at all and even had the time to tease Shearer.

She also taught her next time traveler a way to avoid being nervous, lest he make mistakes during transactions and lose face as a time merchant: just treat the people in the audience as potatoes, and who would be nervous about a basket of potatoes? Although you may have to laugh, it's better than being embarrassed.

After a few relatively high-pitched compliments, people switched to low-pitched whispers.

Obviously, the large Garcia family, attractive appearance, and the ability to smile and not panic in front of everyone make Xidel Garcia attractive. Background, beauty, and social etiquette are obviously the basic criteria for nobles to judge a person.

"Merlin, if these people knew the true face of this little devil, would they still praise her like this..." Shearer muttered quietly, but Hidel still heard him.

"Well, brother, what did you say?" Hidel maintained a perfect smile and said in a tone that was not threatening at all. But Hiller knew that this baby never called him brother. If he did, something would happen!

"Ahem, I mean our Xidel is really beautiful and generous, but at the age of four, he is so considerate and eye-catching. Cough cough cough cough..." Shearer looked away with a guilty conscience.

"Hehe." Hidel's exclusive devil smile!

"Where is our reserved little adult Hiller?" Hidel lowered his voice and deliberately teased.

"You're not a little devil...cough! I mean! You were taught by the wise and powerful Miss Hidel!" Shearer's desire for survival was maxed out, and he was joking. He didn't want to try her pranks again.

"Hmph~" Hidel turned his head proudly, satisfied.

"Hmph~" Hiller snorted with the same arrogance, but he himself was not aware of the doting and indulgence in his eyes.