As the sun gradually settled down, more and more guests arrived at McMillan's house.

Everyone seems to know each other, at least most of the families have such connections. This is also the first time that Maca knows how complicated the clan power is in the magic world.

In the evening, the golden sunset passes through the holly trees outside the back garden, and it lands in the spacious backyard.

不少 A lot of guests have just come out of the circle of Shizhu Opera, and are exchanging wooden bowling techniques with each other. This kind of game seems to be quite popular in the aristocratic circle-I heard that Dumbledore also loves the sport.

Maca naturally has no interest in this kind of aristocratic game. He is talking casually with young people of several families at this moment!

It didn't take long for the sun to settle on the mountain and the night spread.

"Mr. Ladies, ladies, the scene of the ball has been arranged, please move to the hall-"

After hearing Ernie's father's words, almost all the guests couldn't help but feel refreshed, and even Maca nodded secretly.

After all, from time to time, people listen to two sentences from time to time, and we can see that their so-called "one of those families" has such a heavy weight.

Maca was trying to follow the flow of people in, but saw Ernie's father beckoning here-of course not calling him, but Ernie beside him!

"Sorry, Maca," Ernie said embarrassedly, "My father told me to pass."

"It's okay, you go!" Maca replied.

He thought for a while, then turned to Leila and Hanna and asked, "Aren't you going to your family?"

Pu Leila shook her head vigorously, and whispered, "I won't go! I'm sure to talk to a stranger again. Trouble ..."

Hannah looked at him suspiciously, then shook her head.

Maka shrugged indifferently, and took them both into the room ...

Compared with the banquet at noon, the scene of this dance was obviously more magnificent.

In the large hall, there are many dining tables next to the wall. Food and wine are naturally indispensable, but that is not the focus of tonight.

In the middle of the hall, there is a large area of ​​open space, which is obviously a dance floor reserved for everyone.

Right in the middle, a round stage was set up just above the ground. On the stage, all kinds of strange and strange instruments are piled on it-it seems that there will be a band to perform on stage soon.

On the high ceiling of the hall, a hanging crystal lamp hangs down from the top, they maintain a constant brightness, lighting the entire hall brightly.

The guests are scattered around the dance floor, but few people are still chatting with each other, everyone seems to be waiting for something.

Maca just stood in the crowd. He was a child who had not yet opened his body, and was suddenly drowned in the crowd. Few people noticed him.

He could notice that Ernie's father was standing at the door with him, and Avery and his son were also standing there. The two families are somewhat tit-for-tat.

For a while, the hall with a strong atmosphere of the ball formed a sharp contrast with the inexplicably quiet crowd.

Just as Maca, like everyone else, stared at the door intentionally or unintentionally, the door was quietly pushed open.

I walked in only two men, one man and one woman, and they seemed to be father and daughter.

They are not as meticulous as the aristocrats in the hall. You can even see that their clothes are all washed and washed old clothes.

But after looking at some of the albums in Royna ’s Chamber, Maca knew at a glance that those two were ancient wizard robes with a sense of age.

一 As soon as the father and daughter entered the door, McMillan and Avery immediately rushed up to see their polite looks.

When the eyes of most people in the hall focused on the middle-aged wizard, Maca stared at the girl beside him.

Although the image has changed greatly due to the costume, Maca quickly recognized the girl's identity.

"Charlotte?" Maca whispered to herself.

之一 One of Hogwarts' three big beauties, Charlotte's schoolmate at Hutchwich College. She is indeed very beautiful. She has such a beautiful look that it is hard to recognize her.

I ca n’t even imagine that Maca, this careless, often laughable, and sometimes “rude” schoolgirl has such a deep family background.

"I wouldn't have to go a long way if I knew it, and take the Ernie line ..." Maca grinned, and secretly made a mistake.

But since this is the case, he did not go directly to talk-that is too abrupt, and it will also leave some bad impressions on McMillan's home.

But this time he was thinking wrong. If he could easily get in touch with the two, Ernie ’s father would really want it! After all, Maca still underestimated the significance of the family behind Charlotte.

He was thinking secretly for a moment while Maca was talking over the door.

"Mr. Witt, please--" Ernie's father reached out and invited, "The ball is about to begin. Don't you come and enjoy the music together?"

He was about to wave his hand to call the band in, but saw the middle-aged witch he called "Mr. Witt" waved his hand and said casually: "No, I have something I want to ask to disturb you. It is urgent, everything Avoid it if you can avoid it. "

On the other side, Old Avery's mouth slightly tickled, as if laughing at McMillan.

"Mr. Witt, since the matter is urgent, it is better to invite it in the backyard! It is quieter and easier to talk about." He was mainly anti-customer and left Ernie's father alone.

…… "... are you?" Mr. Witte asked, looking at him.

"Jim Avery, please, if you need anything, please feel free to speak." Old Avery greeted.

"Oh, it's the Avery family ..." Mr. Witt nodded and continued, "One more person has more strength, then go to the backyard first!"

He turned to his daughter Charlotte again, "You play here for a while, don't run away."

"I'm not a kid!" Charlotte grinned, disregarding the other people's surprised eyes, slap and slammed on his father's back.

Suddenly, the guests who had been talking softly all quieted down.

In the crowd not far away, Maca looked at Charlotte and felt her eyelids jumping.

"Ahhhhh ... you girl," Mr. Witte seemed to be slobbered. "Also said that you are not a child? Don't look at your age, you are almost married and you are so rude ..."

When Charlotte heard the word "get married", she immediately fluttered her face.

"... Okay, you can just wander around yourself." Mr. Witt waved his hands.

He always has no choice with this baby girl, but how can he violate the family tradition at will? Mr. Witt and Charlotte knew this well, so they quickly closed the conversation.

After waiting for Mr. Witt and the two current homeowners to leave, before Charlotte could have a look around, he was surrounded by a group of young witches who were not too old.

Whether it is their own ideas or the ideas that their family encourages, it is nothing more than the noble habit of climbing along the pole, everyone knows it.

Maca naturally didn't have much interest in running for fun, and after thinking about it, he planned to sneak into the backyard to hear a few words.

Alas, he wanted to leave, but someone disagreed.

"Hey! Stand still, elementary school brother!"

Macarton felt bad, and he turned around quickly, but saw a white hand beating at his chest.

He didn't know what the subconscious reaction was or what, and Maka reached out.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping made the guests quiet again.

Marka retracted her hand, looked at the palm, and glanced at Charlotte, who was standing in front of him, and couldn't help blinking.

哟 "Oh, good evening!" He grinned and smiled stiffly.

"Well done, primary school brother!"

Charlotte also smiled at him sweetly, then said nothing, pulled him by the shoulder and turned him around, and then slap him on the back of Maca fiercely.

别 "Don't mess around, this is etiquette!" Charlotte laughed.

Maka sighed helplessly, then turned around, pretending to have a fangs grinning: "Sister, can't you be lighter ..."

"Okay, don't pretend!" Charlotte patted his shoulder ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and lowered his voice, "Help me block, you understand."

Maca shook her head and said, "You look at my age, and it's not enough to help you?"

"I can do it!" Charlotte grabbed his arm and whispered, "What do you think aristocratic traditions are, what age ..."

She was talking and she seemed to recall some memories, and her voice was getting lower and lower.

Maka nodded indifferently: "Well, I understand roughly ... then dance!"

The puppet band entered after Mr. Witt's departure. At this moment, the slow dance music has been played, but there are not many guests who can dance.

At this moment, Maca reached out and invited Charlotte: "I don't know if I have this honor--"

"No!" Charlotte smiled gracefully on the surface, but started to whisper in her mouth, "I hate dancing! I have been forced to learn since I was a child, but besides playing in the theater, what else can I do!"

"At least it can be used to teach me ..." Maca scoffed.

He was now focusing his attention, moving his feet following Charlotte's steps, almost like a stitch. Charlotte stepped back, and he filled the space with his own feet.

Although the dance steps are obviously wrong everywhere, on the surface, it doesn't give any awkward feeling.

"Is that a new dance step?" Some guests stared at them, whispering.

错 "Wrong! You should step forward, don't move sideways! It's not right here ..." Charlotte kept saying.

"Aren't you moving sideways?" Marka argued.

"I have nothing to do with your sideways movement!" Charlotte kept a steady smile and deliberately stepped on Maca's feet.