Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 567: A letter that will explode

In the Auditorium of Boothbarton Castle, Maca is enjoying an exquisite and delicious French breakfast with Fannie. The most distinctive feature of the long table right now is naturally the classic French baguette.

The freshly baked baguettes are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. They taste good when paired with cereal and milk. Of course, if left for a little longer, these thick and long sticks can really be used to hit people...

To be honest, Maca’s impression of French breakfast is not very good. The food on this table is generally sweet, and it is really easy to get tired of it. After a few bites, he started to miss Hogwarts' bacon and grilled sausages.

Just as he was filling his stomach with bite by bite, a shadow floated by his table, and then he found that the seat beside him had been occupied by a large mass of fat.

"Master Hornheim?" Maca moved his chair to make room for the other party.

"Um...good morning..."

The fat young master of the Hohenheim family was obviously still in a state of waking up. He glanced at Maca in a daze, then shook his head and greeted him. Fortunately, at least people can recognize who he is.

"Well, good morning."

Maca shrugged, and then he nodded to Mr. Ghost next to the fat man. The ghost David's expression was very helpless at the moment, even though his face was translucent, he still perfectly expressed what he wanted in his heart.

"Sorry, master, he likes to sleep late. It is not easy to get up so early today." Davide smiled wryly, "Mr. McLean, good morning."

"Don't be so polite." Maca didn't care, just laughed.

And while the two of them were chatting, the big fat young master had already started eating. Others ate the French baguettes, all cut into pieces, but he grabbed a whole one and gnawed it straight away. Looking at him with a mouthful of milk and bread, he had already solved most of the roots.

You know, a stick of bread is as long as a human arm!

Supplementing enough sugar in the morning just after waking up helps to wake up the body. It can be seen that the fat young master, who was still sleepy just now, quickly became more energetic.

"...Actually, I don't want to get up early in the morning," he opened his mouth and chewed vaguely to Maca. "If David hadn't told me someone died, I wouldn't Get up so soon! It's a pity that the French Ministry of Magic has acted too quickly, and there will be nothing left until I have passed..."

"It's nothing good," Maca casually said, "It's just sitting in a corner alone, you can figure out what it is like when you think about it?"

"Hey...the important thing is not what it is! Um...this jam is good...I want to see an atmosphere, do you understand the atmosphere? It just feels..." The big fat man said, "I I’ve never seen a dead person in my life! Think about it and it’s exciting!"

For Fat Young Master's attitude of fearing that the world will not be chaotic, the ghost David David felt a deep powerlessness. Although he wants to tell his young master more about the dangers involved, he also knows, where does this young master care about those?

Maca understands that this big fat man is actually the second generation ancestor who never goes out on weekdays. It's not that others are bad, mainly because he is still inexperienced, and his hobbies in life are eating and sleeping, which is really not suitable for contact with the current chaos of Busbarton.

If this continues, this fat man will suffer sooner or later.

"...Eh? McLean, why don't you talk?" It was probably someone who said that he was not very happy. The fat man just laughed when he saw Maca, and suddenly felt a bit boring, "What do you think?"

Maca shook his head and was about to say a few words at random, but when he turned his head he saw a small owl flying over here so straight.

Following the flapping sound of wings, an envelope happened to land on the table in front of the fat man.

"Huh?"

Maca found that the fat man was startled when he saw the owl, and when the envelope was settled accurately, he did not even touch it.

"What's wrong? Don't you look at it?"

Maca asked, but got a series of shaking his head, even the flesh on his face was shaken.

"This is the owl raised by the young lady," the ghost David explained on her behalf, "I want to come, there is something at home to tell the young master."

Maca looked at the envelope, and looked at the fat man's awkwardness. He probably had some counts in his heart. But of course these have nothing to do with him, so he just smiled casually, then turned his head and went to eat breakfast on his own.

After that, the fat young master hesitated for a while, he said in his heart that he had to look at both sides, so he took the envelope as if he accepted his fate. I don't know how his sister usually treats him, so that he even read the letter as if he was about to go to the battlefield with full reluctance.

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Dear Brother Noah:

I believe you have spent the night in Boothbarton. I wonder if it is as beautiful as Dad said? Dear brother, you take a good look at Sarah first, and then write down everything you see. After you come back, Sarah wants to see it?

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Sarah is writing this letter to you mainly because Dad wants to tell you what to do again. Remember to make good friends with Mrs. Maxim and to say hello on time every day, so that we can show that the people in the Hohenheim family are all wizards who understand etiquette.

Then, this time you went to Boothbarton to represent your dad in the negotiation of Nicole Lemay’s grand alchemist’s estate. Remember to listen to David’s advice and don’t keep going. Just wander around.

Oh, oh, there's more-- it's Sarah's business. Before you come back, don't forget to find something to take home. do you remember? Sarah will have her birthday soon! In the second half of the year, Sarah should go to Busbarton to enroll in school, but my father agreed to it! Dear brother, please be sure to take a good look at the bathrooms and toilets in Busbarton for Sarah!

Finally, I hope my dear brother will have a good time these days! As Sarah’s blessing to her brother, please remember these good times in Busbarton!

Well, I count the time... When this letter is delivered to you, you shouldn't get up yet, right? Really, without a cute Sarah, my brother would definitely be lying in bed! In this case...

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The fat man hadn't read all the letters, so he suddenly threw the letter paper and envelope aside, but it happened to be on the Maca plate. But the next moment, only a loud "bang" was heard, and countless pairs of eyes in this auditorium suddenly looked over here.

It was a sudden explosion. In terms of power, it was comparable to the smashing curse of an adult wizard. The long table in front of Maca already lacked a table top, and all kinds of tableware were blown into a "hidden weapon", which scattered all over the place in an instant.

Maca held one hand in front of him, and a blue magical barrier steadily blocked the explosive power radiating to him, without even half of his hair hurting him. It's a pity that the guys sitting across from him are a bit miserable. Most of them have gray faces, and one of them's face was cut in several places by the blasted debris, blood gurgling.

"Does your lady like to play such powerful pranks?" Maca maintained the movement of his hands, he turned his head, and asked that Mr. Ghost with an inexplicable expression.

"Uh..." David looked embarrassed, and he quickly apologized, "Really...really very sorry...Mr. McLean, and everyone...it really is..."

"Hey, McLean, your hand is so beautiful!" The fat man didn't care about the miserable behavior of those people. Instead, he became very curious about Maca's magic. "Can you teach me?"

"Hey! What's the matter with you guys!"

"Yeah! What...what the **** happened? A poisonous curse was cast on the letter paper?"

"Ouch... my handsome face..."

The wizards on the opposite side were naturally unhappy, and they each cried out in pain, seeming to be looking for the fat man to ask for some understanding. Perhaps the fat young master himself is eye-catching enough~IndoMTL.com~ Just now, his set of actions of reading letters and throwing letters was seen by the other party. At this time, he wanted to find an explanation for himself.

Maca didn't care about what they said. He didn't even care about the fat man's problem, but after removing the magic barrier, he looked at the ground under the hole in the table with a little surprise.

There, the original letter paper fell on the ground, and it was intact in the explosion just now!

"This is not the power of a spell." He thought to himself, bent down and picked up the letter paper, and checked it over and over again.

Just now, if he hadn't reacted very fast, I'm afraid he would have said something. The explosion attached to this letter paper is not only powerful, but also has only a very short magical fluctuation beforehand, which is probably a masterpiece of some kind of alchemy.

Is it the "Miss" from the Hohenheim family that Davide said before?

"Can I read the contents of the letter?" Maca asked the fat young master.

"Look, see...just look," the fat man waved his hand repeatedly, "don't even tell you to watch it, you can send it to you--but don't give it back to me, God knows it will explode again?"

Maca nodded clearly, then glanced at the text on the letter paper.

But only a few seconds later, he immediately pursed his lips, and then decisively handed the letter to Vannie next to him.

"Thank you to translate it for me," he said helplessly.

Don’t you have to find a translator? Although this gathering is to take care of everyone, so the communication is mainly in English, but the letter is in French.

Soon, after Fannie translated the content to him in a low voice, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Only enrolled in Boothbarton in the second half of the year?"