Chapter 1033

"Did you think of anything?"

Seeing that the tavern owner seemed to recall something through a dialogue with Maka, Maka immediately raised her eyebrow and asked.

And then, without his urging, he explained to the convenience:

"It's like this... Guest, you mentioned Hufflepuff just now, didn't you? I suddenly remember that my friend Martin came back from abroad some time ago and talked about the past in my tavern. Oh! He was also Hufflepuff's in the same class as me."

"Really?" Marca nodded. "Is it... Something strange happened to your friend?"

"That's right!" the boss Ted immediately continued, "Martin has been doing well in spell learning and defense against the dark arts. Soon after graduation, he was hired by a foreign family to be a private spell solver - are you also a student of Hogwarts? Don't you think it's very rare and excellent for hutchpatch?"

"Well, indeed."

Maka didn't comment too much on this, but agreed with a smile.

Of course, the boss obviously didn't talk about these things in order to praise his friends. After a brief introduction to Martin, he immediately added:

"In fact, he came back to China mainly for work. At that time, I remember that after the disaster in the city, the family who hired him wanted him to come and check the current situation of the British magic world, saying that it was necessary to temporarily close several shops here..."

As the boss said, although with Maka's efforts, the British magic world is seemingly gradually recovering, the ordinary wizard people are also relieved.

But like some larger wizard families, they can't be as optimistic as civilians.

Under the surface of the rising waves, many pairs of shrewd eyes are constantly watching. As long as the confrontation between Maka and halbo is still uncertain, no one can guarantee what choice will be made in the end from the standpoint of those forces.

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages obviously existed everywhere, and Marcus would not be surprised.

After mentioning this little thing, the tavern owner seemed to realize that he was a little off the subject and immediately apologized and smiled at Maka.

"I'm sorry, I often do this, and I forget what I was going to say!" he said. "Well, Martin was mentioned as a spell solver just now? I think guest, you know, this kind of work is basically dealing with curses and evil curses. In fact..."

When the boss was talking, he suddenly paused, and then said:

"Martin had been around here before he came to me. When he drank with me that day, he seemed to talk about what traces of magic spells he found about half a mile away - I didn't really care at that time. Now when you say it, I think it seems that there is such a thing!"

"Half a mile away?" Marca frowned slightly. "Where exactly? Did your friend say?"

When Maka asked for the detailed location, Ted, the boss, habitually raised his head and recalled it for a long time again.

"Seems to be in the northwest?" he hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "I really can't remember anything else... Oh, Martin said he saw an old Muggle factory there!"

"Thank you, that's enough!"

Maka nodded her head again and smiled her thanks.

"Please... I'm sorry to let you say so much," he said, waving to the windbreaker wizard opposite. "Give me the menu again. I have to take care of the boss's life more -"

Before he finished, he suddenly looked at the menu in his hand and smiled.

"It doesn't seem to be necessary."

Witches usually don't spend much time cooking, and this is naturally thanks to Helga hechpach, who especially liked to study cooking spells.

Although her recipes didn't seem to have been handed down, many cooking spells have gradually changed and continued to this day with the continuation of the times.

Before long, the dining table where Maka and the windbreaker were located was filled with all kinds of delicious food.

To be honest, Marca doesn't know why windbreaker wizards order so many dishes at once. However, it doesn't matter. From his time with the other party, we can understand that there must be the other party's reasons for doing so.

Because in his impression, this unidentified witch is a very frugal person on weekdays.

Of course, what's more important is that he doesn't really care about this jingaron - seriously, if only everything could be solved by money!

However, only ten minutes later, Maka suddenly understood why she ordered so many dishes.

"No problem?" looking at the windbreaker wizard opposite, he couldn't help asking, "are you really going to fill this table with food?"

"Hmm?" when the other party heard Maka's question, his hand holding the fork suddenly paused, "ah, I'm sorry... Can I eat too much?"

At this time, Maka really wanted to say that he had never seen a normal person with such a large amount of food - even if it could be comparable to the giant hybrid of shanghaige?

"No, it's all right. Just eat --" Maka couldn't laugh or cry. "It's a good thing to eat. If it's not enough, you can order more!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help sighing:

"I'm afraid you haven't had enough at ordinary times? Why, you know to be polite in front of others, and you'll be fine with me? In other words, my eyes are not important at all?"

He said this naturally as a joke.

After all, although it's really rare for people to eat so much, it's not surprising that anything strange can happen in the magic world.

However, the windbreaker wizard seems to take Maka's jokes seriously. After a little stunned, he tried to explain as if he had to solve the "misunderstanding" anyway:

"No, it's not! You are really very, very important to me! I do this in front of you because you are mine -"

Maka really didn't expect that it was just a small joke, which almost led to the failure of the other party's patience so far.

Fortunately, at the last moment, she seemed to remember her mission here now. She bit her teeth and swallowed what she was about to blurt out.

"Well," said Marca with a bitter smile, "it's my fault. I shouldn't joke about it - eat! Forget all that just now and continue to eat! I'll forget all that too."

When Maka felt more or less regretful, the windbreaker wizard could not help but close his mouth and pulled the brim of his hat lower on his forehead.

I almost said it. It was so close!

If you have exposed your identity here, what else can you count as your previous efforts?

Yes, after I came here and saw the person in front of me, the deep feelings have been surging. But even so, for the ultimate goal, I must continue to stick to it.

After that, there was a sudden silence between the two. After filling her stomach, Maka drank coffee and silently watched each other put all the remaining meals into her mouth.

"... it's really all finished."

After secretly tucking a sentence, Marca make complaints about the boss, Ted, and thanks to the thanks again.

A few minutes later, while taking a windbreaker wizard for a walk in the street outside, Maka suddenly asked:

"How does it taste?"

"Yes, very delicious." the windbreaker wizard who followed him immediately nodded his head.

"Well, I think so too..." Marca thought, "then let's go back to Hogwarts!"

"Eh?" the other party said suspiciously, "Mr. McLean, didn't the boss say something suspicious just now? It's not evening yet. Why don't we go and have a look -"

"No, there's no need to look for that place." Maka even shook her head and interrupted her, "there's nothing there."

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At the same time that Maka said that, she hung upside down in the tavern.

At the moment, Ted, the boss, was standing in the deepest kitchen of the tavern, looking at the picture hanging on the wall, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"Old woman, get out of the way quickly! Make room for my teacher!"

Before the words fell, the old lady gramman, who had occupied the photo frame, immediately shrunk aside and revealed a wooden door hidden behind her.

As the wooden door in the magic portrait was pushed open with a squeak, a figure wrapped in black flame was immediately revealed.

"Please allow the students to show their highest respect to the teacher!"

"Well... There's no need to say more about these words." a voice immediately rang from the boss's mind. "Remember what I told you, this door can't be opened until the 13th - come on, what happened?"

Ted, the boss, quickly explained:

"That's right! As the teacher expected, that McLean finally came to the tavern and asked me some questions. I've given him a completely irrelevant clue as the teacher said."

"Didn't it arouse his suspicion?"

"Of course," the tavern owner immediately nodded again. "I'm just an ordinary wizard. I haven't even learned black magic. How can he detect any problems?"

"That's good," said the shadow. "Don't worry, once my goal is completed, you can learn any magic you want... Hum, I can't appreciate a young man like you who has talent and knows how to study hard..."

Before the words fell, the tavern owner also showed an excited smile.