Chapter 113

In the hall of McMillan's house, most people are staring at Marca and Charlotte, but the two people in the center of their sight have no consciousness of the protagonist.

Before long, they took most of their attention away from the dance steps.

"... sister Xue, why are you here?" Maka asked casually.

"I also want to ask you, primary school brother -" Charlotte smiled. "You seem to like such and such activities recently?"

Marca knows. She's talking about the last graduate party!

He shook his head slightly, half true and half false: "I don't want to do it... I think you should be able to understand what I'm talking about."

Charlotte pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"I see what you mean..." she said, "but aren't you a little early? I haven't really been exposed to these things for nearly two years..."

Maka curled her lips and said, "when no one undertakes something for you, you always have to do it yourself - some things are not too early in advance."

Charlotte looked at him in surprise and could hardly speak.

Both of them could not speak clearly, as if they were playing a riddle. But both of them knew that they were talking about the communication problems in the current situation.

In front of both of them, there are many things that have to face.

Let's not mention what Maka really thinks in her heart; At least Charlotte obviously refused the invisible burden imposed on her by her family.

But these things can't be solved by resistance.

Maybe one or two years later, she will have to marry a pure blood wizard she has never seen, so as to further continue the excellent blood of the Witt family; Or, she completely buried her heart and used strength and means to seize her position in the family until she was in her seventies and eighties to find her original self.

Or, abandon yourself, put aside everything, go into the family secret room and destroy the whole Witt family with that taboo

"... maybe it can't be destroyed. After all, some people have tried it." Charlotte thought and couldn't help but mumbling to herself.

"What?" Marca sensed something.

Charlotte suddenly regained her consciousness. There was a trace of panic in her eyes. She suddenly turned her head and looked at the back door - fortunately, there was no movement there. Her father should not hear it.

Because she looked back inexplicably, Maka was suddenly shaken by her long hair.

"Oh, sorry -" Charlotte apologized quickly.

Maka waved her hand, indicating nothing, but their dance steps stopped.

"Go sit down and have a rest!" Maka said calmly.

After Charlotte sat down, she closed her mouth abnormally and fell into meditation. To be honest, this is absolutely rare in her who is always cheerful and smiling.

Maka sat opposite her, half back in her chair, and began to think about her own affairs.

Before long, when the young wizards were about to come unwittingly, the door to the backyard was opened. Mr. Witt and the other two owners came in, but except Mr. Witt, the other two were with a complex expression.

"Lottie, it's time to go!" Mr. Witt shouted this way.

Charlotte looked back, and her face had changed into a relaxed and natural expression, no longer dignified.

"Sometimes I don't know whether you are older than me or I am older than you!" she whispered with her back to Marca, and then walked quickly to her father.

"Do you know that boy?" Mr. Witt said curiously.

Charlotte shrugged and said casually, "that's my primary school brother. Maybe you've heard his name, too."

"Oh?" Mr. Witt was more curious.

"His name is Marca McLean," Charlotte said with a smile.

Mr. Witt nodded if he remembered: "Oh, the Hogwarts freshman who invented the 'Xianyin medicine'?"

The father and daughter did not look at the men and women wizards who deliberately gathered around them. They chatted as if there were no one else. They walked outside the door together and soon disappeared at the gate.

In the hall, almost only Maka was still sitting in her chair. He looked at the bright moon outside the window, but his heart was searching for all the information related to the "Witt family" where Charlotte was.

To tell the truth, combined with Charlotte's careless words just now, some information can be confirmed.

"It must be the 'Witt' family." Maka nodded secretly, then stood up and walked to Ernie.

The primary purpose of today is not Charlotte. It was a pure windfall. And some of the information he wants still has to start with Ernie.

In fact, it's not complicated. It's been laying the groundwork for a whole day for a problem that is not a secret. Now go and ask, today's task is almost completed.

Half an hour later, Marca said goodbye to Ernie's father and left McMillan residence.

He can use flyer, but he is not suitable to leave with flyer.

At least, it's not suitable in front of so many people - the scene when he uses flying powder is too "eye-catching".

When Maka came to the roadside along the stone paved path in front of the residence, he nodded secretly, then took out his wand from his sleeve and stretched it forward.

Yes, he's going to take the Knight Bus back to Hogwarts.

It's really hard to figure out the route of the Knight Bus, especially when you call for a bus for the first time, you must pay attention to the direction of the bus.

No, people never drive according to the road

A huge purple outline appeared from the woods beside the road, and the headlights were dazzling. In a flash, it dashed across the road and stopped beside Maka.

It feels like it's going to hit!

Maka took two steps back and glanced at the front of the car. The golden letters on the windshield formed the words Knight Bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger service for witches or wizards in trouble. Just stretch out your wand and get in the car, and we can take you wherever you want. My name is Stan sampak, and I'm your conductor tonight!"

At the gate of the bus, a young man with a pair of windy ears was putting on a professional smile and saying routine words skillfully.

"Go to Hogwarts, thank you." Marca put her wand back into her sleeve and stepped into the car.

"That's a little far away. Yes, sixteen silver Sikes," Stan said. "But if you add three more silver Sikes, you can get a cup of hot chocolate; add four, you can get a hot water bag and a toothbrush of your choice."

"No," Marca took out a gold gallon. "But let me say, the hot chocolate in your car is quite expensive."

"Yes, yes, but that's the best hot chocolate. It seems to be a Muggle brand - that's what the purchasing department told me." Stan found a silver Sike to Maka, shrugged and echoed, "but it's really expensive, and it's still a Muggle product... Just a small cup."

He held out his hand and compared it. It really looked small.

There were no seats in the car. Behind the curtain closed window, there were six beds with brass columns. Candles were lit on the brackets next to each bed to illuminate the car wall with the fender. There is no one in bed at the moment. It's like a chartered car.

"You sleep in this one," Stan said, taking Marca to the front bed, and the driver sat in an armchair in front of the steering wheel.

"This is our driver, Erne Prynne; Erne, this is... Well, what's your name?"

"Just call me Marca, sir." Marca nodded to the driver.

Erne Prynne, an elderly wizard with thick glasses, nodded to Marca.

"Drive, ern," Stan said aloud, sitting in the armchair next to ERN.

There was another huge bang. Maka couldn't help leaning on the bed to avoid hitting the bed bar. This was the result of the speed of the Knight Bus throwing him back.

That's terrible. Doesn't this broken bus have a gentle way to move?

Maka craned her neck and looked at the driver's hand - well, although there are many kinds of buttons, this thing really has only one gear!

As the scenery outside the window changed rapidly like streamer, Maka gradually adapted to it. Slowly, he suddenly noticed the changes.

"This thing really can't be ignored..." Maka looked carefully at everything around and tried to infer some magic principles.

But the speed of the bus is destined not to leave him too much time.

Soon, the knight bus had arrived.

Maka got off the bus in the sound of Stan's farewell, and then the knight bus went away like a gust of wind.

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Early the next morning, when Marca had just walked into the auditorium for breakfast, Hermione hurried to him. Immediately behind her were Harry and Ron.

"Marca, a witch came to you yesterday," said Hermione quickly. "She invited Snape away and went to St. mungo. She said her mother was ill."

Then she added, "she looks very bad."

"Looking for me? Who?" Marca thought, but didn't think of anyone.

"She said you were a guest in her restaurant!" said Harry.

"Oh, that restaurant!" Marca nodded. "Then I should go and have a look - is Snape back?"

At this time, all three of them shook their heads.

Maka had to shrug and say, "well, I'll go to Snape's office later..."

As he spoke, he walked to Hufflepuff's long table.

"But at least you have to fill your stomach first, don't you?" said Marca, choosing an empty plate at the table and getting some vegetable salad or something.

"What else happened yesterday?" he asked casually as he ate with food between his fingers.