"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

When Maca sat at her desk in the study and focused on the information, there was a sudden knock at the door.

After he didn't look up and said "Please come in", Lena came in with a letter and gently passed the envelope to Maca's hand.

"Mr. McLean, a letter from Hogwarts," Lena said.

"Hogwarts?" Maca froze, and the quill that continued to linger in her hand stopped. "When did it arrive? Just now?"

"Yes." Lena nodded.

Maca took the envelope and turned it over and looked at it before picking up the letter opener from the desktop and picking out the wax seal with the Hogwarts crest.

The person who wrote the letter was Dumbledore, and it looked fairly formal, both in form and wording. If Maca remembers it correctly, this is probably the most formal letter Dumbledore has sent him since the admission notice.

However, the content of it is really puzzling.

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Hogwarts School of Magic

Dear Mr. Maca McLean,

The letter has been read.

Your wishes have been made clear by our school, and I have heard of your reputation and academic achievements. If you have time, I would like to have lunch with our school restaurant at 12 noon on the reception day. I believe those guests who are visiting today will also be happy for your arrival.

If possible, I would also like to take a short walk with you after the meal to enjoy the colorful scenery of the campus garden.

Looking forward to your arrival.

You are sincere

Principal: Albus Dumbledore

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If the letter fell into the hands of others, fearing that no matter whether the enemy or friends would be confused, Maca nodded.

"Lena, wait a minute!"

Seeing that she was approaching the door, Maca called her out loud.

"Is there anything else, sir?" Lena turned back, asking quietly.

"Are you ready for lunch?" Marka said. "I don't need my share. I'll go out at noon-you and Mrs. Weasley too!"

"Okay, sir." Lena nodded slightly, then opened the door and left.

The door closed slightly again, and Maca looked up at the wall clock, then stood up and walked to the door on the side of the study.

Behind that is a small porch that leads directly to the bedroom, but Maca often spends a night in the study, and usually doesn't go to the bedroom to sleep.

So even though Maca has been here for a while, the door has hardly been opened a few times.

"Click"

Unscrewing the doorknob, Maca walked straight through the short porch and came to a bedroom that was not too big.

In the past, this room was actually only used as a lounge attached to the study. In fact, its use now seems to be almost unchanged.

Going to the closet on the side of the bedroom, Maca stretched out the door and pulled out a set of clothes that she barely wore.

"Just be a preview today!"

He said, pulling out his wand and gently swinging, the old wizard's robe on his body automatically untied the straps and buttons, and twisted like a snake ...

Not long after, some members of the Order of the Phoenix, sitting in the reception room downstairs, and Harry, Hermione, Ron, and others all heard regular footsteps from the stairs.

Probably because there are too many people living here recently, everyone is accustomed to footsteps, so almost everyone does not care.

Only Hermione turned her head back immediately and looked up at the door.

"Listening to the footsteps, it's Maca!" She said cheerfully.

"How did you hear that?" Ron glanced at the door, then looked at Hermione meaningfully.

"Of the people who live here, only Maca and Lena's footsteps are very stable, and Lena walks a bit lighter ... So, it must be Maca!"

Hermione didn't notice Ron's expression at all, she just stared at the door and explained it casually.

"... I really admire you." Ron shrugged. "You can all hear ... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he watched as Maka, who had just appeared at the door, opened his mouth wide, and was so surprised that he forgot to say the last half.

"Maca, you are ..." Hermione was surprised, too.

After the shock of the two of them, everyone in the meeting room turned their heads, and then stared at them all.

Standing at the door of the parlor at this moment was by no means the usual Maca who seemed to speak and do things casually.

Especially the exquisite dark-colored wizard robe on his body, no matter the style or workmanship, every detail highlights a low-key luxury.

Not to mention the extremely high-level design, just looking at the layer of dark green material like a scale faint in the sun, it is enough to make people understand that it is not a fabric at all.

As for what it was, no one knew him anyway.

"I'm going out. If there's something important, let Marfa contact me-it knows where I am." Maca nodded with a smile, and then continued, "Anything else?"

"No, it's not a big deal for the time being," Sirius said. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to a ... uh ..." Marka thought for a moment, "a private lunch?"

"Oh, okay!" Sirius glanced at him puzzledly, then nodded inexplicably. "You dressed like this, I thought you were going to the most outstanding wizarding ceremony in the world!"

"Really?" Maka laughed. "I'm relieved to hear you say that ... I'm still worried about whether this dress can calm down the field!"

After a pause, he turned around and said, "I'll go now!"

Everyone watched Maca leave with strange eyes. After hearing the closing sound, they turned around and looked at each other.

"It's the first time I've seen Maca dressed so meticulously ..." Ron's suspicion still remained, and said in surprise.

"I bet that the wizard's robe must be expensive to die!" Muntonguez expressed his envy with no exaggeration.

Tonks suddenly asked with a thief, "I said, is McLean rich?"

"Don't discuss it," Sirius waved, "Most of the wizard robes were custom-made. No matter how much you discuss, you can't discuss the results ... When did McLean start playing the pure blood wizard A set? "

...

At 12 noon, Maca appeared on the gate of Hogwarts school on time. When he emerged from the twisted space, he squeezed his hands into the pockets of the wizard's robes at a rapid speed. .

Immediately afterwards, he greeted Snape waiting at the door, unchanged.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." Marka nodded solemnly at Snape.

"Good afternoon, Mr. McLean." Snape twitched. "Please go this way--"

When the two walked side by side towards the castle, although Snape always looked straight ahead, the words in the mouth did not stop.

"You are really 'low-key'!" Snape lowered his voice.

"Will this period be special? My age is already a weakness. In order to be able to control the scene, I have to show some momentum that conforms to the mainstream concept, isn't it?" Maca was also calm. To answer.

"After all, the clothes are just superficial," Snape said, and couldn't help humming.

"I understand that," Maca nodded slightly. "But in the face of real strength, that's just the envy of the pure-blooded family! Professor, if you are willing to disclose some research results ..."

"I don't have time to think about that now," Snape said with a lip, "but you're right, if you have the chance ..."

"I'm willing to help the godfather of my future child," Maca joked.

But Snape grinned inexplicably, and didn't say anything more.

Soon, the two came to the entrance of the auditorium, and Maca glanced into it arbitrarily, but found that many people had arrived inside.

In fact, it was a private lunch hosted by Dumbledore himself.

Because the nature is not a real official, the invitations to other guests have not been named Hogwarts School of Magic ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, so today ’s luncheon can actually be said to be for private use.

However, after all, this is a luncheon hosted by Dumbledore. Even if most of the auditoriums have a certain status and right to speak in the magic world, no one will care too much about it.

Or, to say, those who are less accountable than these will not be invited by Dumbledore today.

In the auditorium, Maca has recognized many familiar faces, but more of them are relatively unknown guests.

He said goodbye to Snape at the door, and then walked calmly and accurately into the auditorium.

Speaking of which, although the wizard robe he wore today has been fussed in the Order of the Phoenix, but now he is not so prominent in this hall.

Snape makes sense that he is "low-key."

Because among those extravagant pure-blood wizards, the emphasis on clothing has even surpassed the pursuit of magic. Those pure-blood families who only want to lose face but not lie in it, have no idea when it will become this vanity tone. .

Compared to them, Maca's wizard robes did not seem to show any "high-profile" signs at first glance.

"Hello, principal Dumbledore."

With the attention of many people, Marka walked calmly to the deepest part of the auditorium with a smile on his face. Dumbledore was sitting in the middle of the main guest table, talking softly with Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, Mr. McLean." Dumbledore looked up and greeted affectionately, "I'm glad you can come to this lunch. How have you been recently?"

"It's okay! I'm very fortunate to be able to attend your private banquet-you see, I came here without lunch today!" Maca's smile remained the same, but a cold joke was spoken in her mouth.