Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 550: The fat young master who is late

"Master...Master? We are at the place, get out of the car!"

"Wait a minute, it will be done soon!"

When the guests and hosts in Boothbarton had finished their lunch, one of the guests had just arrived in the forecourt of the castle. It was an ordinary black carriage dragged by a flying horse. The family crest on the carriage was a pinch of ocher gravel, which looked unremarkable.

However, the coachman driving the carriage looked a little strange.

It can be seen that the driver is wearing a top hat of unknown age, and an old tuxedo that is intolerable. His chubby body seems to be nothing.

Actually, this is a matter of course, because he is a translucent ghost.

As we all know, ghosts cannot touch entities, and it is true. He looked like he was driving, but in fact he was just floating on the driver's seat. At best, he was just a look.

At this moment, Pegasus landed steadily on the ground, and Mr. Ghost immediately floated down from the front seat and hung leisurely by the door of the car.

"Master? Come down! We must have been late--"

I don't know what's going on in that car. From the very beginning, there have been squeaking noises, and it sounds so lively.

"Wait! Oh, wait," there were a few collisions inside again, and the whole car shook slightly, "David, you wait a while outside, I'll be here!"

Along with this sentence, there was another crash, and it was noticeably more intense than before. At the beginning, the clinking sound was mixed with more muffled noises, and the carriage shook a few more times.

Looking like that, it’s almost like someone is fighting a close match there!

"Uh...Master, do you need my help?" The fat Mr. Ghost who was called Davide seemed to try to show his concern.

But obviously, he is just a ghost, and he can't help much.

"No, no need--" Sure enough, the young master inside declined his kindness very tactfully, "I can do it myself, soon—immediately—right now!"

He had just finished saying this, and the car shook suddenly. When the door was opened, a ball...ah no, a person rolled out of it and fell heavily on the ground.

He was a big fat man with flesh all over his body. The obviously widened and enlarged version of the custom wizard robe was worn on him, like a tights. Hmm... Maybe it should be called a "slim fit"? Who knows!

"Oh—Master, are you okay?" The ghost Mr. Davide quickly floated to him and asked with concern.

"Um...I think, it's okay."

The big chubby got up from the ground laboriously, reached out his hand and patted his belly. It's a pity, probably because there is too much meat on his body, even if he wants to pat himself on the dust standing on his clothes, he can only get his belly.

"Master?" Our Mr. Ghost still looks worried, "Are you really okay? Do you feel any pain? Last time you accidentally fell off the bed, but you broke an arm! "

"Hey! David, how old I was then! A baby fell on such a hard stone brick floor, wouldn't he break his arm?" Da Pang Dun shook his fleshy arm , Said helplessly, "Well, it's inconvenient to see people so dirty. When the time comes, the little girl will blame me for embarrassing the family..."

While muttering, he took out a wand from the inside of his robe and tapped it towards himself.

"Clean up."

A spell was spit out smoothly from his mouth, and pink soap bubbles floated all over his clothes. Soon, the "tight wizard's robe" that had been dusty on the ground before was given a new look again.

When he put his wand back away, he stretched out his palm and waved it hard.

"David, let's go!"

After that, he shook the fat all over his body and walked towards the main entrance of Boothbarton, shaking step by step. David, the ghost, looked at the back of his fat young master, and said that he had to catch up with him to give him some advice, so he floated along with him in a hurry.

After all, after all, they are already late for this, so they should be as low-key as possible for a while. Well, of course, it’s probably hard not to be noticed just by Young Master’s plump body shape.

What's more, this young master of my own is not well involved in the world, and he has always been a little bluffing, and I don't know what kind of jokes will come out of this exercise!

It's about the reputation of the Hohenheim family, and the burden of David's trip is really not light.

……

Just as the fat young master was coming in, Mrs. Maxim's eyes were circling around in the Boothbarton Auditorium.

She knows that there is a guest who hasn't shown up yet. But because the guest's identity is quite special, in order not to misunderstand other forces present, she still has to introduce it before everything starts.

She paused, then glanced at Mr. Akinbad, the president of the federation next to her, and cast a questioning look at him.

The guest was invited by Mr. Akinbad. Now that the person does not show up, she will naturally look for the president.

But Old Mr. Akinbad shook his head slightly.

"My old friend always doesn't remember the time," he said softly, "but he did promise to come, I think...maybe later?"

Mrs. Maxim said in her heart that she had delayed the time a lot, and if it was later, maybe she should go to today's dinner directly.

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and a student of Busbarton hurried to Mrs. Maxim's side, then tiptoed to her side and said something.

When Mrs. Maxim heard this, she was a little startled.

"Are you sure you are a young man?" she confirmed again.

The student nodded vigorously, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"I'm sure!" She pursed her lips, "It's just that he looks a little... well, a little big?"

"That must be the son of Mr. Hohenheim," the old wizard Akinbad said on the side, "I saw that child in his house."

"Okay! But even so..." Mrs. Maxim hesitated, "Why didn't Mr. Hornheim come? Should I introduce his son to everyone?"

"This can only be done first." Mr. Akinbad was also a little helpless, "I think Mr. Hornheim may be delayed because of something... After all, it will be the alchemy researchers this time. A grand event, as one of the pioneers of contemporary alchemy scholars, he has no reason not to come."

"Okay!" Mrs. Maxim nodded and said, "I have to trouble you to write to him afterwards to ask about it... well, please come in!"

The last sentence she said to the Busbarton student waiting by the side.

Before speaking, Mrs. Maxim coughed slightly when the student quickly walked through the auditorium and walked outside the door.

"Well, sorry, guests." She replied, "There is another important guest who failed to do something because of some important things, just because of his reputation in the global magic world and his knowledge of alchemy. I think I have to give you a good introduction about the hard work that I have made for most of my life in this subject——"

At this point, the gate of the auditorium happened to be opened again, and the first student who came in was still the schoolgirl from Boothbatton. The attention of the guests swept away on the student, and then they all focused on the door that was slowly separated.

Because of the light, everyone only saw a large group of shadows at first. After the visitors stepped into the auditorium, the guests on the scene realized that it was a person-that was a big fat man with a lot of weight!

"Oh, there are so many people here!" The big fat man seemed to be under the line of sight of the large audience in the auditorium, but when he saw his fat all over, he whispered.

Everyone stared blankly at the big fat young master who moved in~IndoMTL.com~ Even the Mr. Ghost floating behind him was temporarily ignored.

But Mrs. Maxim did not stop her introduction.

"Everyone knows that in recent years, the influence of alchemy in our magical world is gradually going down. Except for Mr. Nick Lemay, other alchemists are not well-known." She said, "But we It should also be known that these unknown alchemists have not given up on this magnificent and profound subject. They are devoted to research day and night, and diligently brought a lot of contributions to the entire magical world. ."

She paused for a while, then glanced at the fat young master at the door, and then continued: "Mr. Hohenheim, the head of the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center, has developed a lot of very practical alchemy in his life. Works. It includes some new inventions of investigating tools used by Aurors in various countries...Of course, it also includes the further improvement of the Floo fans that we usually use."

"A few days ago, Mr. Akinbad sent him an invitation, suggesting that he be the judge of the upcoming first international alchemy competition in modern times, and he also readily agreed—"

Mrs. Maxim said, but emphasized: "Today, Mr. Hornheim failed to arrive here in time for a very important research project. But I believe it is precisely because of his knowledge of alchemy. This enthusiasm has made him one of the leaders in contemporary alchemy."

"What everyone sees now is his son. During the period before Mr. Hohenheim has arrived, his son will represent himself and express his great support for the grand alchemy event. !"

In Mrs. Maxim's inspiring introduction, the big fat young master looked around, and then suddenly shook his hand.

"No, no, the old man can't come!"