Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As the sun gradually went west, more and more guests arrived at McMillan's house.

Everyone seems to know each other, at least most of the families are connected in one way or another.This is also the first time Maca knows how complicated it is in the magical world to intersect family forces.

In the evening, the golden sunset passed straight through the holly trees outside the back garden, and fell into the spacious backyard.

Many guests have just walked out of the circle of Ten Pillar Opera and are exchanging the techniques of bowling.This kind of game seems to be quite popular in the circle of nobility-I heard that Dumbledore also loved this sport.

Naturally, Maca has no interest in this kind of noble game. He is now chatting with young people from several families seemingly casually!

It didn't take long for the sun to set on the top of the mountain, and the night spread.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the dance party has been set up, please move to the hall—"

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

After all, I heard people talk about two sentences from time to time this afternoon, which shows how much weight they call "one of those families".

Maca was about to go in with the crowd, but saw Ernie's father beckoning here-of course it was not calling him, but calling Ernie beside him to pass!

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

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

He thought for a while, then turned his head to Layla and Hannah and asked, "Aren't you going to your family's side?"

Layla shook her head vigorously and whispered, "I won't go! I must talk to a stranger again, it's so troublesome..."

Hannah looked at him suspiciously, and then shook her head.

Maca shrugged indifferently, and then led the two of them into the house...

Compared with the noon banquet, the scene of this dance party is obviously more grand.

There are many dining tables against the wall in the wide hall. Food and wine are naturally indispensable, but that is not the focus of tonight.

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

And in the middle, there is also a round stage just slightly higher than the ground.On the stage, all kinds of weird instruments are piled on top-it seems that there will be a band to perform on stage in a while.

On the high ceiling of the hall, a hanging crystal lamp hung down from above. They maintained a constant brilliance, illuminating the entire hall with bright lights.

The guests are scattered around the dance floor, but almost no one is 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 drowned in the crowd at once, and almost no one would notice him.

It can be noticed that Ernie's father is standing at the door with him, and Avery and his son are also standing nearby.The two families are quite tit-for-tat.

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

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

Only two people walked in, a man and a woman, and they seemed to be father and daughter.

They are not as meticulous as the nobles in the hall. It can even be seen that the clothes on their bodies are washed and washed old clothes.

But Maca, who had seen some of the pictures in the Royna's Chamber, knew at a glance that the two sets were ancient wizard robes with a sense of age.

As soon as the father and daughter entered the door, McMillan and Avery immediately leaned in. Seeing their polite appearance, they obviously had what they wanted.

When the eyes of most people in the hall,

Although the image has changed a lot because of the attire, Maca quickly recognized the girl's identity.

"Charlotte?" Maca couldn't help whispering to herself.

One of the three beauties of Hogwarts, Sister Charlotte of Hufflepuff College.She is indeed very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is especially attractive, it is difficult to admit her wrong.

But even Maca didn't expect that this big-hearted, often-smiling, and sometimes "rude" senior, had such a deep family background.

"I knew that I wouldn't have to take the long road and take Ernie's line..." Maca grinned and made a mistake in secret.

But in that case, he didn't go over and talk to him either-it was too abrupt, and it would leave some unfavorable impressions on the McMillan family.

But this time he was wrong. If he could easily get along with these two people, Ernie's father would really want it!After all, Maca underestimated the meaning of the family behind Charlotte.

Just as Maca was thinking secretly, there was already a conversation at the door.

"Mr. Witt, please come inside—" Ernie's father reached out and invited, "The prom is just about to begin, won't you let us enjoy the music?"

He was about to wave his hand to call in the band, but he saw the middle-aged wizard whom he called "Mr. Witt" waved his hand and said casually: "No, I just came here to interrupt when I want to ask about something. It's urgent. Everything If you can avoid it, you can avoid it."

On the other side, Old Avery's mouth twitched slightly, seeming to be laughing at McMillan's ignorance.

"Mr. Witt, since the matter is urgent, it's better to ask in the backyard! It's quieter and easier to talk about." He turned away from the guest, and simply put Ernie's father aside.

"... Are you?" Mr. Witte asked, looking at him.

"My fellow Jim Avery, if you have any needs, please feel free to speak." Old Avery gave a slight polite.

"Oh, it's the Avery family..." Mr. Witte nodded and continued, "One more person will give you more power, so go to the backyard first!"

He turned his head to his daughter Charlotte and said, "You play here for a while, don't run far."

"I'm not a kid!" Charlotte chuckled, ignoring the strange gazes of others, slapped her slap and slapped her father on the back.

Suddenly, the guests who were talking quietly all quieted down.

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

"Cough cough cough...you girl," Mr. Witte seemed to be choking at the shot, "and you said you weren't a kid? Don't look at your age, you are almost married and so rude..."

When Charlotte heard the words "married", her face was straightened.

"...That's okay, just stroll around by yourself." Mr. Witte waved his hand.

He always has nothing to do with this baby girl, but how can the family tradition be violated at will?Mr. Witte and Charlotte knew this in their hearts, so they quickly closed the subject.

After Mr. Witte and the two current patrons left, Charlotte was surrounded by a group of young wizards of similar age before she could take a look around.

Whether it is their own ideas or the ones encouraged by their family members, they are nothing more than aristocratic habits that follow the pole. Everyone knows it.

Naturally, Maca didn't have much interest in rushing to join in the fun. After thinking about it, he planned to secretly go to the backyard to hear a few words.

But he wanted to leave, but some people disagreed.

"Hey! Stop, junior!"

Macadon felt bad, and he turned around quickly, but saw a white hand slapping his chest.

I don't know whether it was a subconscious reaction or something, Maca also reached out and leaned forward.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping sound made the guests quiet again.

Maca retracted her hand, looked at her palm, then took another look at Charlotte, who was standing in front of him, and couldn't help blinking.

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

"Good response, junior!"

Charlotte also showed him a sweet smile, and then, without saying anything, turned him around while pulling Maca's shoulder, and then slapped him severely on Maca's back.

"Don't move, this is etiquette!" Charlotte said with a smile.

Maca sighed helplessly, then turned around, pretending to be grinning, "Senior sister, can't you be lighter..."

"Okay, don't pretend!" Charlotte patted him on the shoulder, then lowered his voice, "Block me, you understand."

Maca shook his head and said, "Look at my age, I'm not qualified to help you?"

"I'll do it!" Charlotte hooked his arms and whispered, "What do you think the traditions of nobles are all about? What is the age..."

As she spoke, she seemed to conjure some memories, and her voice became lower and lower.

Maca nodded indifferently and said, "Well, I understand roughly...then dance!"

The band entered after Mr. Witte left, and the light dance music had already been played, but there were not many dancing guests.

At this moment, Maca stretched out her hand and invited Charlotte, "I wonder if I have this honor--"

"No!" Charlotte smiled gracefully, but started to complain in a low voice, "I hate dancing! I have been forced to learn since I was a child, but what else can it come in handy besides acting on the scene!"

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

He is now concentrating, following Charlotte's steps to move his feet, almost like a needle.Charlotte took a step back, and he filled the gap with his feet.

Although the dance steps are obviously full of errors and omissions, on the surface it doesn't seem to give people any awkward feeling.

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

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

"But aren't you moving sideways?" Maca argued.

"What does my side shift have to do with you!" Charlotte deliberately stepped on Maca's foot while maintaining a steady smile.