Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 111: Special guests

　　As the sun gradually went west, more and more guests arrived at McMillan's house.

　　 Everyone seems to know each other, at least most of the families have this kind of connection. This is also the first time Maca knows how complicated it is in the magical world to intersect family forces.

　　 In the evening, the golden sunset passed straight through the holly trees outside the back garden, and fell into the spacious backyard.

　　 There are many guests who have just walked out of the ten-pillar show and are communicating with each other the tricks of bowling. This kind of game seems to be quite popular in the circle of nobility-I heard that Dumbledore also loved this sport.

　　Maca is naturally not interested in this kind of noble game. He is now chatting with young people from several families seemingly casually!

　　 It didn’t take long for the sun to set on the top of the mountain, and the night spread.

　　"Sirs and ladies, the dance party has been set up, please move to the hall——"

　　After hearing these words from Ernie's father, almost all the guests couldn't help but feel refreshed, even Maca nodded secretly.

　　 After all, I heard people talk about it from time to time this afternoon, which shows how much weight they call "one of those families".

　　Maca was about to go in with the flow of people, but saw Ernie's father beckoning here-of course it was not calling him, but calling Ernie next to him to pass!

　　 "Sorry, Maca." Ernie said embarrassedly, "My father told me to come over."

　　 "It's okay, you go!" Maca replied.

　　 He thought for a while, then turned his head and asked Layla and Hannah: "Aren't you going to your family's side?"

　　 Leila shook her head vigorously, and whispered: "I won't go! I must talk to a stranger again, it's so troublesome..."

　　 Hannah looked at him suspiciously, and then shook her head.

　　Maca shrugged indifferently, and led them to the house...

　　 Compared with the noon banquet, the scene of this dance party is obviously more grand.

　　 There are many dining tables against the wall in the wide hall. Food and wine are naturally indispensable, but that is not the focus of tonight.

　　 In the center of the hall, there is a large area of ​​open space, which is obviously a dance floor reserved for everyone.

　　 In the middle, there is also a circular stage just slightly higher than the ground. On the stage, all kinds of weird instruments are piled on top-it seems that there will be a band to perform on stage in a while.

　　 On the high ceiling of the hall, a hanging crystal lamp dropped from above. They maintained a constant brilliance, illuminating the entire hall with bright lights.

　　 The guests are scattered around the dance floor, but almost no one is still chatting with each other, everyone seems to be waiting for something.

　　 Maca stopped in the crowd. He was a child who had not yet opened his body. He was drowned in the crowd at once, and almost no one would notice him.

　　 You can notice that Ernie's father is standing at the door with him, and Avery and his son are also standing nearby. The two families are quite diametrically opposed.

　　 For a while, the hall with a strong prom atmosphere formed a sharp contrast with the inexplicably quiet crowd.

　　 Just when Maca, like everyone else, stared at the door intentionally or unintentionally, the door was quietly pushed open.

　　 Only two people, a man and a woman, came in, and they seemed to be father and daughter.

　　 They don’t dress as delicately as the nobles in the hall. It can even be seen that their clothes are washed and washed old clothes.

　　 But Maca, who has seen some of the pictures in the Royna’s Secret Chamber, knew at a glance that those two sets were ancient wizard robes with a sense of age.

　　 As soon as the father and daughter entered the door, McMillan and Avery immediately leaned in. Seeing their polite appearance, they obviously had what they wanted.

　　 When most people in the hall focused on the middle-aged wizard, Maca stared at the girl beside him.

　　 Although the image has changed a lot because of the costume, Maca quickly recognized the girl's identity.

　　 "Charlotte?" Maca couldn't help muttering to himself.

　　 One of the three beauties of Hogwarts, Sister Charlotte of Hufflepuff College. She is indeed very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is particularly attractive, and it is difficult for people to mistake her.

　　 But even Maca didn't expect that this carefree, often laughable, and sometimes "rude" schoolgirl had such a deep family background.

　　 "I knew that I wouldn't have to take the long road and take Ernie's line..." Maca grinned, making a mistake.

　　 But in that case, he didn't go over and talk to him either-it was too abrupt, and it would leave some unfavorable impressions on the McMillan family.

　　 But this time he was wrong. If he could easily get along with the two, Ernie's father would really want it! After all, Maca underestimated the meaning of the family behind Charlotte.

　　 Just as Maca was thinking secretly, there was already a conversation at the door.

　　"Mr. Witt, please come inside--" Ernie's father reached out and invited, "The prom is just about to begin, don't you want to enjoy the music together?"

　　 He was about to wave his hand to call in the band, but he saw the middle-aged wizard whom he called "Mr. Witt" waved his hand and said casually: "No, I just came here to disturb you when I want to ask about something. Urgent, everything can be avoided."

　　 On the other side, Old Avery twitched his mouth slightly, seeming to be laughing at McMillan's ignorance.

　　 "Mr. Witt, since the matter is urgent, why not ask in the backyard! It's quieter and easier to talk about." He turned his back on the subject and simply put Ernie's father aside.

　　 "...are you?" Mr. Witte asked, looking at him.

　　 "My dear Jim Avery, if you have any needs, please feel free to speak." Old Avery gave a slight polite.

　　 "Oh, it's the Avery family..." Mr. Witte nodded and continued, "One more person will give you more power, then go to the backyard first!"

　　 He turned his head to his daughter Charlotte and said: "You can play here for a while, don't run too far."

　　 "I'm not a kid!" Charlotte smiled, ignoring the strange gazes of other people, and slapped his father's back with a slap.

　　 Suddenly, the guests who were talking quietly all quieted down.

　　 In the crowd not far away, Maca looked at Charlotte, feeling her eyelids jumping.

　　 "Cough cough cough...you girl," Mr. Witte seemed to be drooling after being photographed, "and you say you are not a child? Don't look at your own age, you are almost married and so rude... …"

　　 Charlotte scowled when he heard the words "married".

　　 "...It's okay, you can stroll around by yourself." Mr. Witte waved his hand.

　　 He always has nothing to do with this baby girl, but how can the family tradition be violated at will? Mr. Witte and Charlotte knew this in their hearts, so they quickly closed the subject.

　　 After Mr. Witte and the two current patrons left, Charlotte was surrounded by a group of young wizards of the same age before she could take a look around.

　　 Whether it is their own thoughts or the ones encouraged by their family members, they are nothing more than aristocratic habits that follow the pole. Everyone knows it.

　　Maca naturally didn't have much interest in rushing to join in the fun. After thinking about it, he planned to secretly go to the backyard to hear a few words.

　　 But he wanted to leave, but someone disagreed.

　　 "Hey! Stop, junior!"

　　 Mackah felt bad, he turned around quickly, but saw a white hand slapped against his chest.

　　 I don't know whether it was a subconscious reaction or something, and Maca also reached out and leaned forward.

　　 "Pop!"

　　 A crisp clapping sound made the guests quiet again.

　　 Maca retracted his hand, looked at the palm, then glanced at Charlotte who was standing in front of him, and couldn't help blinking.

　　 "Oh, good evening!" He grinned and smiled stiffly.

　　 "Good response, junior!"

　　Charlotte also showed him a sweet smile, and then, without saying anything, pulled Maca's shoulder and turned him around, and then slapped Maca's back hard with a slap. on.

　　 "Don't move, this is etiquette!" Charlotte laughed.

　　 Maca sighed helplessly, then turned around, pretending to be grinning, "Senior sister, can't you be lighter..."

　　 "Okay, stop pretending!" Charlotte patted him on the shoulder~IndoMTL.com~ and lowered her voice, "Block me, you understand."

　　Maca shook his head and said: "Look at my age, I'm not qualified to help you?"

　　 "I'll do it!" Charlotte hooked his arms and whispered, "What do you think the traditions of the nobility are all about? What is the age..."

　　 As she said, she seemed to conjure some memories, and her voice became lower and lower.

　　Maca nodded indifferently and said: "Okay, I understand roughly...then dance!"

　　 The band entered after Mr. Witte left. At this moment, the light dance music has been played, but there are not many guests who can dance.

　　 At this moment, Maca stretched out his hand and invited Charlotte, "I wonder if I have this honor--"

　　 "No!" Charlotte smiled gracefully on the surface, but started to complain in a low voice, "I hate dancing! I have been forced to learn since I was a child, but what else can I do in addition to acting on the spot! "

　　 "At least it can be used to teach me..." Maca quipped.

　　 He is now concentrating, following Charlotte's footsteps, moving his feet, like a needle. Charlotte took a step back, and he filled the gap with his feet.

　　 Although the dance steps are obviously full of errors and omissions, on the surface, it doesn't make people feel awkward.

　　 "Is that a new dance step?" Some guests stared at them and began to whisper.

　　 "Wrong! You should step forward, don't move sideways! It's also not right here..." Charlotte kept talking.

　　 "But aren't you moving sideways?" Maca argued.

　　 "What does my side shift have to do with you!" Charlotte kept a steady smile and deliberately stepped on Maca's foot.