Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 321: The mysterious lady next to the table

() Maca’s "be careful" was obviously not meant for Mrs. Maxim. She had nothing to be careful about, but the witch behind her was really a bit unlucky.

"Ah!"

The witch screamed in panic after enjoying a zero-distance contact with a certain part of Mrs. Maxim.

To be honest, it was only a little frightened by this sudden situation. She quickly raised her upper body and moved her face as far away as possible from a dangerous part.

"Oh—sorry, ma'am." Mrs. Maxim was also taken aback, and she turned back quickly, with an apologetic expression on her face.

But the other party didn't seem to appreciate her, she pursed her thin lips and raised her head to look at the tall Mrs. Maxim coldly. For the scary woman standing in front of her, she didn't mean to show weakness at all.

Until now, Maca has the opportunity to take a good look at the witch.

First of all, I have to sum up the impression that the witch left in advance, because that feeling is so unified that people can't help but want to "all in all" without saying anything.

In short, this is a person who shows a feeling of "don't come near you" regardless of expression or eyes, regardless of wearing or decorations.

It may not be correct to say that it is a kind of "noble" temperament; but it seems that it is a kind of "cold" look that cannot be generalized.

The only thing that is certain is that the witch looks very young and her skin is perfectly maintained, but she looks pale anyway.

When Maca was casually observing the witch who was diametrically opposite to the lively atmosphere around him, Madam Maxim, who waited for a while but did not see the other party's response, seemed a little embarrassed.

"Really sorry, ma'am..." In desperation, she apologized again and even bowed a little forward. "Please allow me to apologize for the rudeness just now. Let me ask you Have a drink?"

"No need--"

The other party finally spoke, but the content was extraordinarily rude.

"I have to admit that a wizard with giant bloodlines will know how to apologize, which has surprised me."

Mrs. Maxim has never wanted to be talked about her ancestry. When she heard this, she clearly expressed anger.

"Me, I'm just a big skeleton!" She said anxiously.

"Huh?" The other party smiled and looked up and down slowly, before continuing, "Are you dissatisfied with your blood? Of course, of course...this is your freedom, poor Guy..."

"You!"

Mrs. Maxim's mouth was half open, her clenched fists trembling slightly, as if she was about to explode.

At this moment, Hagrid, who was sitting aside, couldn't help it.

Although he actually didn't like Maxim's refusal to admit his ancestry. But no matter what, there are still very few giants in this world. People who can be called his "companions" must always be maintained.

In his opinion, Maxim, an elegant witch, is not a bad guy.

"Why, you woman, how can you comment on other people's ancestry casually?" Hagerten stood up and yelled, "Olim is not'pathetic' at all! She is--"

"Hagrid."

Seeing that he was about to reveal his identity if he didn't pay attention, Maca had to punch him in the stomach with all his strength.

Hagrid's words were interrupted, but Maca grinned while clutching his fist.

This guy really deserves to be a hybrid of giants. Don't look at his whole body like a bucket, who knows that even his belly is full of tough muscles.

"This lady," Maca stood up and said while shaking her right hand, "blood line has never represented anything, everyone's life is completed by his own hands... you say What?"

"Are you asking me?" The other party looked like a lazy person from the beginning, but at the moment there is still no change. She said with a slight perfunctory, "Little guy, I know what you mean...but said In fact, for the lady next to you, I didn’t mean to belittle her..."

As she said, she casually picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"...It's just that, most of the giant hybrids I have seen are lazy and clumsy, stupid big men who can't even say hello."

Although this woman's words are really unpleasant, what she said is actually true.

Speaking of hybrid giants, most wizards have this impression. Don't look at the two giant half-blood wizards standing here, but the cleverness of Hagrid and Maxim can not represent the whole.

In fact, among the recorded hybrids of giants, not to mention absolute, there are also a large number of big men with low IQs, and they have caused several wounding incidents.

Because of this, Maca actually understands Mrs. Maxim's attitude towards her ancestry. Even the fact that Maxim can work so hard and become the headmaster of Busbarton is enough to go down in the annals of history.

If she reveals her ancestry, then she will be dismissed as the principal, really two things to say.

"You’re right, but you can’t tell what a person’s ancestry is based on physique alone, can’t you?" Maca smiled calmly, "I’m just telling you, no matter what my companion is. Bloodlines, their excellence is only related to their own efforts, to say—"

As he was talking, he paused suddenly, his nose moved slightly, as if he was smelling something.

"Oh, this is..."

Maca raised her brows suddenly, and a hint of curiosity appeared on her face.

"Hagrid...and Madam, you sit first." In the two doubtful eyes, Maca waved to them abruptly, "I don't think this lady was intentional. This is not happy. Let us expose it first!"

After that, he turned around and put his cup of hot cocoa in his hand again, then walked gently to the lady's table and sat down unceremoniously.

The lady who was always gloomy and lazy, frowned slightly at Maca's rude behavior, but did not show much dissatisfaction.

"Little guy, your behavior like this makes me doubt the "excellent" in your mouth."

She was obviously teasing Maca about what he said about Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime just now.

"Really?" Maca shrugged casually, "I thought you wouldn't care about these courtesy offenses, madam?"

The opponent raised his eyelids and looked at Maca hesitantly, but he couldn't see any deep meaning on his face.

"I don't care too much," she said. "If you care about everything one by one, time will become extraordinarily long... Tell me about you! Why, little brother... You are very impressed with your sister. Interested?"

She turned sideways, changed her posture, and leaned her chin on the round table with one hand, looking even more lazy.

"Ha!" Maca smiled and shook his head. "I don't dare to be interested in you-although I have to admit, you are really beautiful-but to be honest, I can't get past that hurdle psychologically. Here!"

"Oh?" The doubt in her eyes gradually deepened, but her action became more and more lazy and charming, "If this is the case, then why do you sit down and strike up a conversation with your sister?"

Maca didn't answer her question, but took a big sip of hot cocoa-if you don't drink it, it will be cold.

He gulped the hot drink in the cup, then wiped his mouth and said: "I...I'm just curious. After all, before tonight, I have never had a...well, a A lady like you chatted!"

He seemed to speak casually, but the meaning became more and more obvious.

"Really?" The other party's eyes narrowed slightly, and the perfunctory tone that had been hidden in the tone became much less, "Then what do you think is the difference between me and other ladies?"

"Is it different? Hmm... Maybe it's ‘I’m a little bored with anyone or anything’?" Maca thought for a while, then replied pointedly.

"Yes, yes," the other party chuckled, "Congratulations, I found a key point."

It seemed that it was Maca's words, which made her finally confirm what Maca meant, but since Maca didn't say anything to break it, she naturally didn't take the initiative to speak out the truth.

But at least, the conversation between the two of them had contact points for the first time.

"Little guy, you are very observant... In that case, what do you want to talk about with your sister?"

Maca knew that she had already understood what she meant, and since the other party did not deny it, then he had the right to be an "affirmative" suggestion.

"Actually! It doesn't matter what you talk about..." He casually said, "Well, let's continue talking about the topic just now? What do you think of'Descent~IndoMTL.com~?"

In Maca's view, this question was answered by the lady in front of her, and that was the most correct thing.

But the other party just shook her head, and the long, bleak light brown hair slipped from her shoulders to her back.

"It's not easy to answer," she said. "You have to ask me for the opinions of others. I can say eight or nine at random, but you have to ask me what I think... I can only say, the individual's blood Represents only features."

She said, took another sip of the wine in the glass, and then said: "Like just now, after I heard the lady’s apology, I would be surprised—that’s because of her behavior. It also taught me a different feature, didn’t it?"

Maka heard her say this, and his eyes fell on her wine glass subconsciously. In the translucent goblet was a strange, slightly viscous liquor.

"So, is it a'feature' when you drink this wine?" He thoughtfully, "I don't know what it tastes like in your mouth?"