Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 290: Dumbledore’s Private Luncheon

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

When Maca was sitting at the desk in the study, concentrating on checking the information, there was a sudden knock on the door.

After he said "please come in" without looking up, Lena walked in with a letter and gently handed the envelope to Maca's hand.

"Mr. McLean, it's a letter from Hogwarts." Lena said.

"Hogwarts?" Maca was stunned for a moment, and the quill pen in his hand that continued to be sick couldn't help stopping, "When did it arrive? Just now?"

"Yes." Lena nodded.

Maca took the envelope and looked at it over and over again. Then he picked up the letter opener from the table and picked out the wax seal with the Hogwarts coat of arms.

The person who wrote this letter is Dumbledore, and the format and wording are quite formal. If Maca remembers correctly, this is probably the most official letter that Dumbledore has sent him since the letter of admission.

However, the content is really confusing.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dear Mr. Maca McLean:

The letter has been read.

Your wish is generally understood in our school, and I have personally heard of your reputation and academic achievements. If you have free time, I hope to come to our school restaurant for lunch at 12 noon on the receiving day. I believe that those guests who are here today will also be happy for your arrival.

If possible, I would also like to take a short walk with you after the meal to enjoy the colorful scene of the campus garden.

Look forward to your arrival.

Your sincerely

Principal: Albus Dumbledore

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If this letter falls into someone else's hands, I'm afraid that both enemies and friends will be confused, but Maca nodded clearly.

"Lenna, wait a minute!"

Seeing that she was about to walk to the door, Maca hurriedly stopped her.

"Anything else, sir?" Lena asked quietly, turning her head.

"Preparing lunch, right?" Maca said, "I don't need my share. I'm going out at noon-you and Mrs. Weasley also talk about it!"

"Okay, sir." Lena nodded slightly, then opened the door and left.

When the door closed gently again, Maca looked up at the wall clock on the wall, then stood up and walked to the door on the side of the study.

There is a small porch leading directly to the bedroom at the back, but Maca would often make do with the study, and would not go to the bedroom to sleep on purpose.

So even though Maca has lived here for a while, the door has hardly been opened a few times.

"click"

Unscrew the doorknob at will, Maca went straight through the short porch and came to a bedroom that was not too big.

In the past, this room was actually used as a lounge attached to the study. In fact, its use seems to have hardly changed now.

Walking to the closet on the side of the bedroom, Maca reached out and opened the door of the closet, and took out a set of clothing that was barely worn through.

"Take it as a preview today!"

As he said, he took out his wand and waved it lightly, and the old wizard robe on his body automatically untied the straps and buttons, and twisted like a snake...

Not long after, some members of the Order of the Phoenix sitting in the reception room downstairs working with documents, as well as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and others, heard regular footsteps on the stairs.

Probably because there are too many people living here recently, everyone is accustomed to the sound of footsteps, so almost everyone doesn't care.

Only Hermione turned her head immediately and looked towards the door.

"Listen to the footsteps, it's Maca!" she said excitedly.

"How did you hear it?" Ron glanced at the door, then looked at Hermione meaningfully.

"Among the people who live here, only Maca and Lena's footsteps are very stable, and Lena walks lighter...so, it must be Maca!"

Hermione didn't notice Ron's expression at all, she just stared at the door and explained casually.

"...I really admire you." Ron shrugged and said, "I can hear...Huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he watched Maca who had just appeared at the door open his mouth, so surprised that he forgot to say the second half.

"Maca, you are..." Hermione was also surprised.

After the shock of the two of them, everyone in the reception room turned their heads and then stared.

The one standing at the door of the reception room at this moment is by no means the Maca who usually speaks and does things very casually.

Especially the exquisite dark wizard robe on his body. Whether it is style or workmanship, every detail highlights a low-key luxury.

Let’s not mention the extremely high-level design. Just looking at the dense, scaly dark green material looming in the sun is enough to make people understand that it’s not fabric at all.

As for what it is, no one knows it anyway.

"I'm going out for a while. If there is anything important, let Marfa contact me—it knows where I am." Maca nodded with a smile, and continued, "Is there anything else going on now? ?"

"No, there is nothing big for the time being." Sirius said, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go to a...um..." Maca thought for a while, "Private lunch?"

"Oh, okay!" Sirius glanced at him suspiciously, then nodded inexplicably, "Your dress, I thought you were going to the award ceremony for the most outstanding wizard in the world? !"

"Really?" Maca said with a smile, "I'm relieved to hear you say that...I'm still worried that this dress can hold the place!"

He paused, then turned around and said, "Then I will go first!"

Everyone watched Maca leave with strange eyes. After hearing the sound of closing the door, they all turned their heads and looked at each other.

"This is the first time I have seen Maca dressed so meticulously..." Ron's surprise still remained, and he said in astonishment.

"I bet the wizard's robe must be expensive to death!" Mondungus made an exaggerated gesture to express his envy without concealment.

Suddenly Tonks asked thiefly: "I said, is McLean rich?"

"Stop discussing," Sirius waved his hand. "Most of the wizard robes are custom-made. No matter how you discuss it, there will be no results...When did McLean start playing pure blood. The wizard's set?"

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At twelve noon, Maca appeared at the gate of Hogwarts school on time. When he emerged from the distorted space, he squeezed the ** in his hand at an extremely fast speed. In the pocket of the wizard robe.

Immediately afterwards, he greeted Snape who was waiting at the door with his expression unchanged.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." Maca nodded at Snape solemnly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. McLean." Snape twitched, "Please go here--"

When the two walked side by side to the castle, although Snape was always looking straight ahead, he never stopped talking.

"You are really'low-key'!" Snape lowered his voice.

"The next period of time will be more special...My age is already considered a weakness. In order to be able to control the scene, I have to show some momentum in line with the mainstream concept, right?" Maca also Answered quietly.

"Clothes are only superficial after all." Snape said, snorting coldly.

"I understand this too," Maca nodded slightly, "but in the face of true strength, that is just the envy of the pure-blood family! Professor, if you are willing to disclose some of the research results... "

"I don't have time to think about that right now," Snape said with a curled lips, "but you are right, if you have a chance..."

"I would like to help the godfather of my future child." Maca joked.

But Snape just snorted inexplicably, and didn't say more.

Soon, the two came to the door of the auditorium, and Maca looked inside at random, but found that many people had already been inside.

In fact, this was a private luncheon hosted by Dumbledore himself.

Because the nature is not a real official, the invitations to other guests did not bear the name of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry~IndoMTL.com~, so today's lunch can be said to be for private use.

However, this is a luncheon hosted by Dumbledore after all. Even if most of the auditoriums have a certain status and right to speak in the magic world, no one would care too much about it.

In other words, people who account for such trivial matters will not be invited by Dumbledore today.

In the auditorium, Maca has recognized many familiar faces, but more of them are still strangers.

He said a little goodbye to Snape at the door, and then took a calm and precise step into the auditorium.

Speaking of it, although the wizard robe he wore today has been made a fuss and admiration in the Order of the Phoenix, it is not so conspicuous now in this auditorium.

It makes sense for Snape to say that he is "low-key".

Because among the extravagant pure-blood wizards, the attention to costumes has even surpassed the pursuit of magic. Those pure-blood families who only want face and don’t need lining have become this one since then. Vanity tone.

Compared with them, Maca's wizard robe does not seem to be "high-profile" at first glance.

"Hello, Principal Dumbledore."

Under the gaze of many people, with a smile on his face, Maca calmly walked to the deepest part of the auditorium. Dumbledore was sitting in the middle of the main guest table, talking softly with Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, Mr. McLean." Dumbledore raised his head and greeted cordially, "I'm glad you came to this luncheon. How are you doing recently?"

"It's a good time! I'm very fortunate to be able to attend your private banquet. I'm very excited — you see, I came here without lunch today!" Maca's smile remained unchanged, but he said a cold joke .