Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Maca's "be careful" was obviously not meant for Mrs. Maxim. She has nothing to be careful about, but the witch behind her is really a bit unlucky.

"what!"

After enjoying a zero-distance contact with a certain part of Mrs. Maxim, the witch gave a slightly panicked cry.

But to be honest, it was only a little frightened because of this sudden situation. She quickly raised her upper body and moved her face away from a dangerous part as much as possible.

"Oh-sorry, ma'am." Mrs. Maxim was also taken aback, and she turned back quickly with an apologetic expression on her face.

But the other party didn't seem to appreciate it, she pursed her thin lips, raised her head and looked at the tall Madam Maxim coldly.She didn't mean to show weakness at all for the scary woman standing in front of her.

Until now, Maca had the opportunity to take a good look at the witch.

First of all, I have to sum up the impression that the witch left on people in advance, because that feeling is so unified that people can't help but want to "all in all" without saying anything.

All in all, this is a person who shows a feeling of "don't get close to strangers" regardless of his expression or eyes, whether he is wearing or ornaments.

It may not be correct to say that it is a kind of "noble" temperament; but it seems that it is a kind of "cold and cold" look that cannot be generalized.

The only certainty is that the witch looks very young and her skin is perfectly maintained, but she looks pale no matter what.

When Maca was casually observing the witch who was completely opposite to the lively atmosphere around him, Madam Maxim, who had waited a while but did not see the other party's response, seemed a little embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am..." In desperation, she apologized again and even bowed a little forward. "Please allow me to apologize for the rudeness just now. Let me buy you a drink." ?"

"no need--"

The other party finally spoke, but the content was extraordinarily rude.

"I have to admit that a wizard with giant bloodlines will know how to apologize, which has surprised me."

Mrs. Maxim has never wanted to be talked about her ancestry, and when she heard this, she clearly expressed anger.

"I, I just have a big frame!" She said anxiously.

"Huh?" The other party smiled and looked up and down slowly, before continuing, "Are you dissatisfied with your blood? Of course, of course...this is your freedom, poor fellow... "

"you!"

Madam Maxim's mouth was half open, her clenched fists trembling slightly, as if she was about to explode.

At this moment, Hagrid, who was sitting aside, couldn't help it.

Although he actually didn't like Maxim's refusal to admit his ancestry.But no matter what, there are still very few giants in this world. People who can be called his "companions" must always be maintained.

In his opinion, Maxim, an elegant witch, is not a bad guy.

"You woman, how can you comment on someone else's ancestry casually?" Hagertten stood up and yelled loudly, "Olim is not'pathetic' at all! She is--"

"Hagrid."

Seeing that he was about to reveal his identity if he wasn't paying attention, Maca had to punch him in the stomach with all his strength.

Hagrid's words were interrupted, but Maca grinned while clutching his fist.

This guy really deserves to be a hybrid of giants, don't look at his whole body like a bucket, who knows that even his belly is full of tough muscles.

"This lady," Maca stood up and said while shaking her right hand, "blood line has never represented anything. Everyone's life is completed by his own hands... What do you think?"

"Are you asking me?" The other party looked lazy from the beginning, but at the moment it hasn't changed much. She said perfunctorily, "Little guy, I know what you mean...but to be honest, For the lady next to you, I didn’t mean to belittle her..."

As she said, she casually picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"...It's just that, most of the giant hybrids I have seen are lazy and clumsy, stupid big men who can't even say hello."

Although the woman's words were really unpopular, what she said was actually true.

When talking about hybrids of giants, most wizards have this impression.Don't look at the two giant half-blood wizards standing here, but Hagrid and Maxim's cleverness cannot represent the whole.

In fact, among the recorded hybrids of giants, not to mention absolute, there are also a large number of big men with low IQs, and they have caused several wounding incidents.

Because of this, Maca actually understands Mrs. Maxim's attitude towards her ancestry.Even the fact that Maxim can work so hard and become the headmaster of Busbarton is enough to go down in history.

If she reveals her ancestry, then she will be dismissed as the principal, really two things to say.

"You're right, but you can't tell a person's ancestry by physique alone, can you?" Maca smiled calmly, "I'm just telling you, no matter what kind of blood my companions are All of his excellence is only related to his own efforts, to say—"

As he was talking, he suddenly paused, his nose moved slightly, as if he was smelling something.

"Oh, this is..."

Maca raised her brows suddenly, and a hint of curiosity appeared on her face.

"Hagrid...and Madam, you sit down first," Maca waved to them abruptly in the two doubtful eyes, "I think this lady was not intentional. This period of discomfort made us Let's uncover it first!"

After that, he turned around and put his cup of hot cocoa in his hand again, then gently walked to the lady's table and sat down unceremoniously.

The woman who was always gloomy and lazy, frowned slightly at Maca's rude behavior, but did not show much dissatisfaction.

"Little guy, your behavior like this makes me doubt the'excellent' in your mouth."

She was obviously teasing Maca who had just praised Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim.

"Really?" Maca shrugged casually. "I thought you wouldn't care about these courtesy offenses, madam?"

The other party raised his eyelids and looked at Maca hesitantly, but could not see any deep meaning on his face.

"I don't care too much," she said. "If you care about everything one by one, time will become extraordinarily long... Tell me about you! What, brother... Are you interested in your sister? "

She turned sideways, changed her posture, and leaned her chin on the round table with one hand, looking even more lazy.

"Ha!" Maca smiled and shook his head, "I dare not be interested in you-although I have to admit, you are really beautiful-but really, I can't get past that hurdle psychologically! "

"Oh?" The doubt in her eyes gradually deepened, but she became more and more lazy and charming in her actions, "If this is the case, then why do you sit down and strike up a conversation with your sister?"

Maca didn't answer her question, but took a big sip of hot cocoa-if you don't drink it, it will be cold.

He gulped the hot drink in the cup, then wiped his mouth and said, "I...I'm just curious. After all, before tonight, I have never met a...well, someone like you. 'S lady chatted!"

He seemed to speak casually, but the meaning became more and more obvious.

"Really?" The other party's eyes narrowed slightly, and the perfunctory tone that had been hidden in the tone became much less. "Then what do you think is the difference between me and other ladies?"

"Is it different? Hmm... Maybe it's'I'm a little bored with anyone or anything'?" Maca thought for a while, then replied meaningfully.

"Yes, that's right," the other party chuckled, "Congratulations, I found a key point."

It seemed that it was Maca's words that made her finally confirm the meaning of Maca's words, but since Maca didn't say anything to break it, she naturally didn't take the initiative to say it.

But at least, the conversation between the two of them had contact points for the first time.

"Little guy, you are very observant... In that case, what do you want to talk about with your sister?"

Maca knew that she had already understood what she meant, and since the other party did not deny it, then he had the right to be a "positive" suggestion.

"Actually! It doesn't matter what you talk about..." He casually said, "Well, let's continue talking about the topic just now? What do you think of'blood'?"

In Maca's view, this question was answered by the lady in front of her, and that was the most correct thing.

But the other party just shook her head, and the long, bleak light brown hair slipped from her shoulder to her back.

"It's not easy to answer," she said. "You have to ask me for other people's opinions. I can say eight or nine at random, but you have to ask me what I think... I can only say that the pedigree of an individual represents only a characteristic ."

As she spoke, she took another sip of the wine in the glass, and then continued: "Like just now, after I heard the lady’s apology, I would be surprised—that’s because her behavior made me Learned a different feature more, didn’t you?"

When Maca heard her say this, her eyes fell on her wine glass subconsciously.In the translucent goblet was a strange, slightly viscous liquor.

"So, is this kind of wine a kind of'feature' when you drink it?" He thoughtfully, "I don't know what kind of taste it tastes in your mouth?"