Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 263: Let the gloves fly for a while

Since they have been seen by others, Furong can no longer hide. Fastest update

Without having to go there, the boys and girls in their own wizard robes gathered together and started talking in French that Maca could not understand.

But Maca doesn't need to understand at all. He can understand by looking at the eyes of the boys at him. He is obviously not very popular here.

Seeing that there were too many hostile sights, he simply greeted Luna, and then took her to the hall wall full of oil paintings and strolled over.

But he wanted to go, so they just wouldn't let him go.

Maca's Yuguang caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying towards him. He usually conditioned his reflex to draw his wand from his sleeve and use an obstacle spell to stop it in the air.

"Huh?"

He turned around and took a closer look. It turned out to be a white glove!

"Duel?" Maca said in astonishment, "...too vulgar, right? What age is this?"

He really blamed others this time.

Nowadays, although duels are almost extinct in the Muggle world, they are still very popular in the entire European magical world. Among them, the French magical world is the worst.

From family disputes to goats being stolen, there will probably be duels if there are disputes. If there is no dispute, people will fight if they create disputes.

Whenever a French wizard goes out, he may forget to hold an umbrella on rainy days, but he never forgets to put a pair of gloves in his pocket. And the difference between each duel is probably only whether they throw white gloves or black gloves.

This may be the biggest difference between a Muggle duel and a wizard duel.

Because the number of wizards has always been small, most people only throw white gloves in duels. In such a duel, there is generally no death of one party.

Of course, if there is any deep hatred between the two, throwing black gloves to the death will be the final result.

But duels are so popular, in fact, they are inseparable from strict rules. One party throws the glove and smashes it at the other party as an invitation to a duel, but if the duel is to be formally established, the invited party has to pick up the glove by himself to count.

I also blame Maca for practicing fast stick drawing when nothing happened. The obstacle curse was subconsciously sent out, and now the white gloves are still floating in the air in slow motion slowly! Who knows when it will land?

Maca wasn't embarrassed, but the guy who threw out the gloves was extremely embarrassed right now.

Do you still have to fight others? Looking at the speed of their reaction, and looking at their clean and silent curse, he almost wanted to run over to take the gloves back, and then leave quietly as if he was okay!

Maca didn't care about the other's embarrassment. In addition to seeing the white gloves, he saw a smug smile on Furong's face this time around.

Can he still not understand this? He was taken advantage of by that Veeva mixed blood to the little land, using him as a shield for the grown-ups!

"Forget the duel! Miss Delacour and I have no special relationship, just friends."

Regardless of whether people can understand English or not, he picked up his wand and gave the white glove back again, and stopped steadily in front of the boy.

Seeing that the other party's face flushed and grabbed the glove, he turned his head back and left the back of his head to Furong altogether.

"Luna, do you want to go shopping anymore?"

Luna glanced at Furong curiously, her clear eyes without a trace of distracting thoughts.

"Miss Delacour is staring at you!" She blinked, but changed the subject again. "Sir Cadogan said he had defeated a Wye Wyvern before his death. Is that true? "

"Maybe!" Maca shrugged and said, "Who knows? Mr. Sir is always bluffing, he always likes to find someone to fight..."

The two chatted casually, and walked shoulder-to-shoulder to the deeper part of the hall. There was a strange oil painting hanging there. They were about to take a look together!

This night, after Maca and Luna notified Mr. Lovegood, they stayed in the castle at the invitation of Mrs. Maxim.

After dinner in the evening, Maca went back to the room and sat at the desk, opened his notebook and began to write and draw again.

During the days when he came to France, he accompany Luna around in the daytime, and at night he took time to study the various data and information obtained from the Bewitching Monument.

When I was sleepy, I went to sleep, and when I woke up, it was a new day. He had a very fulfilling life.

Only the next day, when he woke up in the bed of Boothbarton Castle, he decided to go to the restaurant to taste Boothbarton's breakfast, but he was blocked in the same place yesterday.

This time, the flying white gloves came straight to his forehead. He tilted his head slightly, letting the gloves brush his ears and landed on the marble floor behind him.

"What's the matter? It's not over yet?"

The owner of this glove is not the embarrassed boy who was standing next to the glove owner right now! As for the owner of the glove, it was a young man in a black robe with a gloomy expression and a fierce look in his eyes.

Yes, just looking at the age of the glove owner, maybe it was a senior student from Boothbatton.

"Pick up the gloves!" the black-robed young man said dryly in his unskilled English.

Maca tilted her head just now, avoiding the gloves that were flying towards him, but didn't move her head straight at this moment, instead she tilted her head and looked at him.

"Didn't I say that yesterday? Miss Delacour and I are just friends"

"Excuse!" The other party interrupted Maca directly, and looked at him sullenly, "Pursuing Miss Delacour is one thing every man will do! Unless you are not a man!"

The black-robed youth paused, then continued: "Are you afraid of a duel? Coward!"

"Tyful, that guy seems very strong..." The boy beside him carefully pulled the black-robed youth's wizard robe and said softly in French.

"Shut up!" The young man in black robes, who was called Taefler by the boy, gave him a cold glance, then switched to English and said loudly, "Accept my duel! If you are still a man!"

Maca straightened his head with a pained face, then pulled out his wand and picked it up behind him, then quickly inserted it back into his sleeve. However, the white gloves on the floor suddenly jumped up, tracing an arc in the air, and accurately falling into his hands.

"Let’s find a witness, I’ll wait for you in the restaurant..." He raised his leg and walked in the direction of the restaurant without looking at him, but after a few steps, he turned around and added , "If I have finished breakfast and haven't seen you showing up with a witness, I won't waste time waiting for you!"

After that, he turned around again, and walked away at a leisurely pace.

For Maca, this duel is actually similar to getting up and doing morning exercises. Recently, because of too much idleness, the habit of running a lap every day is almost forgotten. This is no good!

For a wizard, it is necessary to have a strong physique, at least for Maca, this is a matter of course.

Behind him, the black-robed young man Tai Fowler looked like a bird of prey, but it was hard to imagine that there would be such a student in Boothbarton.

……

Busbarton’s hall is not used as a restaurant. The two halls are separated by a wall, on the left side of the hall. And Bussbarton's dining style is also different. Except for holding major banquets, they usually dine in buffet style on weekdays.

"Booth Barton is really rich! I am not afraid of wasting at all..."

Nowadays, not long after the beginning of summer vacation, there are almost few people in the restaurant. Except for the few professors who stayed behind in the school, there are not many people anymore, but there are still a lot of delicious food piled up on the plate in the restaurant for people to choose from.

Maca took some food slowly, then picked a table by the window, and then sat down and tasted it carefully.

"Yes, it's indeed more delicious than Hogwarts food... Well, the pastry of this croissant is soft and soft, and it melts in your mouth..." He ate, and regretted it, "It's a pity that France People don’t like to eat meat in the morning. It would be perfect if you can have a few more slices of fried bacon..."

But while he was concentrating on enjoying this delicious French breakfast~IndoMTL.com~Furong took Luna "thumpy" and broke into the restaurant, hurriedly looking around for a week.

When she saw Maca, she dragged Luna straight over here.

"You agreed to Tefeller's invitation to a duel? Why? Didn't you reject the duel with Dubois yesterday?" Fleur asked with a puzzled face, but not too anxious.

She participated in the Triwizard Tournament. She has seen the strength of Maca a little bit, and she is not at all worried that Maca will lose. It's just that Tay Fowler's family is not simple, she is afraid that this will cause Maca to get into unnecessary trouble.

After all, those boys yesterday were only from ordinary wizard families, but this Taefler's identity is different, and he will surely take over as the head of the Taeffler family in the future.

"Oh...yeah! What's the matter?" Maca raised his head and looked at her strangely.

Speaking of this, it was Miss Delacour who brought him to him personally. Although he didn't care about it, it was just a joke, but now Fleur's attitude has suddenly changed. .

"The background of Tefler's family is not simple, I am worried..." Furong hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "Sorry, it's mine. You and Luna are my guests...I don't I should make trouble for you casually."

When Maca heard this, she shrugged indifferently and said: "Don't worry, France will not only have his family, and I don't come to France often, it's okay."

Speaking, he pointed to the food on the plate and said: "Have you had breakfast? The food in your school is delicious, so I want to get some more."

"Uh..."

Furong saw that he hadn't paid any attention to it, and it had happened again, but she had to let it go.