Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 554: Duel lovers
"Mr. McLean, do you need me to solve it for you?"
Maca has a keen sense of sight, while Fannie is always very concerned about Maca's words and deeds. Therefore, when Maca just turned his head slightly, Fannie had already followed his gaze.
"No, there is no need." Maca shook his head, and then smiled at the fat young master, "Although my popularity has always been good, it is obvious that there are always a few people who look at me unpleasant. ."
"Huh? Who?" The fat young master probed the probe and glanced behind Maca, "Huh? How do I feel where I saw those two guys? Is it an illusion?"
"I don't think that's an illusion," Maca shrugged. "Don't you remember? They were sitting next to you just now."
"Really?"
The fat young master tilted his head and recalled it, but at the time his mind was filled with the word "eat". Where else could he notice other things? Seeing familiarity now is basically the limit.
In the moment he couldn't remember it, Mr. Ghost, who was floating by the side, spoke.
"The younger one is the young master of the Taefler family," said David, the ghost. "As for the wizard with him, I don’t have any impression...but I think it’s also Taefler. Who is at home."
"This gentleman is really knowledgeable," Maca nodded. "To be honest, although I have had some friction with the young master Tai Fowler, I still don't have much to do with them in the end. I understand. Sir, can you tell me about their family situation?"
"Mr. McLean is polite," David shook his head slightly. "It's definitely not enough to be knowledgeable, that is, after a long time, I just know a few more people."
This Mr. Ghost was humble first, and then he said: "In fact, there are not a few famous people in the Tay Fowler family. If you want to say that the person who knows the most, it should be the one at the end of the 18th century. "Duke Pick". I think Mr. McLean must remember that it was the wizard Duke who escaped beheading with a hidden curse during the reign of terror."
"Oh! I remembered what you said." Maca nodded suddenly, "Well...that Duke Pick’s real name should be Vincent, isn’t it? I used it on my neck. The one who pretends that he has been beheaded after the hidden curse?"
"Yes, it's him." Davide smiled. "Mr. McLean knows it too. Yes, the Duke of Pique is quite famous in the French magic world—of course, isn't it good? Fame is not necessarily the same."
Maca also agreed with a smile. He can imagine that this reputation is probably not good or bad, because the story of the Duke of Pick was completely used as a joke by the wizards.
While Maca was talking and laughing with this Mr. Ghost, the fat young master standing opposite him suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Hey! That kid isn't just staring at you—" The meat on his face trembled, and he didn't know what expression he made. "Look, he still dared to stare at me? Where am I? Watching him? See me staring back at him!"
As he said, he really took a step aside and stood beside Maca. Without the obstacle of Maca's head, he could finally look at each other as much as possible with the young master of the Tai Fowler family, so he immediately glanced at each other.
Maca looked at him, then turned to look at the guy outside the auditorium, and suddenly pursed his lips speechlessly. After hesitating for a while, he gave another questioning look at David, the ghost next to him.
"It's useless, I can't persuade." David shook his head and said with a wry smile, "As I said before, our young master has always been very straightforward. It must be done. Speaking of which, the young master's temper is very similar to his father's."
"What should I do?" Maca glanced at the fat young master on the side again, "If this goes on, I think he will soon be no longer satisfied with staring with his eyes--"
As if to confirm his words, the face of the fat young master suddenly changed again. In the next moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium with a stride.
"Yo! Don't you want that kid's eyeballs?"
Seeing this violent fat young master babbled, he walked forward, Maca and the ghost David looked at each other, and then immediately followed. No way, they didn't come here to make trouble today. In the current Boothbat, the less troubles, the better.
Ms. Maxim, who was originally standing not far away, didn't move. She thought about it, and then turned around and headed into the depths of the auditorium.
In this case, it is not convenient for her to come forward. If she goes to talk now, the nature of the matter will be different.
Even though Mrs. Maxim is the headmaster of Boothbarton, she is the master here, but her behavior is not unscrupulous. It's one thing to have disputes between guests, and the big deal is that she will mediate afterwards, but if there is the possibility of partiality due to a momentary carelessness, the unevenness of the security will make people seize it.
On the other side, the fat man had already walked in front of Master Ty Fowler, but saw him pouring his mouth and pointing his thick arm full of fat to his nose.
"...you dare to stare? Why stare at this young master? Where did this young master recruit you?"
To be honest, when a guy who is fat enough to be three or four of his size rushes all the way, most people feel a little guilty in their hearts.
"Huh, did I stare at you?" Master Tai Fowler stepped back slightly, lest the fat man's fingers would really poke his nose, "I can't just look at it? Who made you just stand? Where is it?"
"Hey! You said you stared at me, don't you admit it?" The fat young master raised his eyebrows again, and the thick finger of the radish poke several times, and reprimanded magnificently, "You just look at it. You can see it with such a look? You dare to do it or you dare not recognize it! Are you still a man?"
The fat man spoke happily, and his actions were even more unscrupulous. Ty Fowler hadn't spoken yet, but the wizard with him couldn't help but speak first.
"Master Hohenheim, please also pay attention to your words."
The wizard was dressed in a gray-bottomed wizard's robe, and his face was rather gloomy, but he was quite polite. It can be seen that he is the kind of guy who pays more attention to etiquette when interacting with people.
However, it is an indisputable fact that it was him who stared at Maca with cold eyes during lunch.
"The young master loves to talk like that, what's the matter?" I didn't expect that the fat man would not buy it at all. He was still very arrogant, and saw his right hand waved, and the fat on his body was shaking. "Are you his father? Take care of your son! Otherwise, who knows if he will get his eyes out tomorrow?"
"Do you understand what you are talking about?" Master Taefler finally couldn't hold back the fire in his heart, he said angrily, "This is Boothbarton, you know? Do you think this is your home?"
"It's not your home anyway!" The fat man pouted his lips and said nonchalantly, "Boy, let me tell you! If you don't apologize to me today, Master, I can't spare you! Oh, yes! And my buddy Mike Where's Ryan! You stared at him just now!"
Maca smiled and said nothing.
The young master of the Tefler family and Maca have an old hatred, and now with the new hatred of the fat young master of the Hohenheim family, the two come together, and his anger suddenly bursts. .
This guy has never been a tolerable person. If not for his father's advice this time, he would have wanted Che to fight against Maca. Although he also knew that frontal toughness was obviously not an opponent, he still had a chance to think secretly or something.
But now, he is completely overwhelmed by the fat man's anger.
"Apologize? Do you want me to apologize?" Master Tefler said angrily, with blue veins on his forehead, "Okay! Hohenheim's right? I'm going to fight you! If you can beat me, I just..."
As he was talking, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves. But when he wanted to throw the glove on the fat man’s face, his arm stopped involuntarily~IndoMTL.com~ No way, he saw Maca standing behind the fat man all at once.
"...huh," Ty Fowler opened his mouth, hesitated visibly, then stared again, "Fatty, just you and me-duel! Dare or not?"
After all, he finally threw the gloves out, but they threw them directly at the fat man's feet.
If he throws the opponent's face, he can get the most powerful aura, but he is really afraid that he will shake his hand and throw it on Maca behind the fat man. Just in case, he had to choose a relatively controllable plan, but the momentum of the duel was obviously much weaker.
"Duel?" The fat man smiled, "My master hasn't played a wizard duel yet! Okay! I can say ok first, if you get hurt or something, don't blame this master for making him too hard. Big!"
He said, bending over, but where can the flesh of his body find his waist? Maybe he couldn't bend down, or maybe he didn't want to lose the momentum, so he quickly took out his wand and gently raised it.
Suddenly, the white hand that fell on the ground suddenly jumped up and was accurately grasped by him.
Maca, who looked at him behind him, nodded secretly when he saw it. This is a silent spell-the wand is very proficient, and accurate and fast.
I can’t tell, this fat man from an alchemy family is not bad at all in spells.
The fat young master's move was obviously to give Na Tai Fowler a slap in the face. Performances like this kind of pre-match are usually done to put some pressure on the opponent, but it also requires corresponding strength to make it happen.
"Master Ty Fowler?" the somber wizard frowned slightly.
"Needless to say, I have a sense of measure--" Ty Fowler gently waved his hand, and then said to the fat man, "Do you know the rules? After dinner today, you decide the place!"