Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Mario didn't like cloudy days, because the darkness and depression always reminded him of himself.

As the heir of the Augustine family, people who can come into contact with him often envy him, as if an identity represents countless wealth and glory.

But only Mallio himself knew that his family was the same as him. I am afraid that there is nothing else to describe except this gray and cloudy sky.

Inherit the family property?Inheriting wealth?No, don't think about it, there is only a huge empty shell waiting for him that will collapse at some point.

The Augustine family, which has risen since about 400 AD, may become another poor creature that has fallen into the transformation of the magical world.

Mario looked up at the sky—it was time for rain.

"Ms. McGonagall, may I ask... Miss Witt is still not coming out? If she doesn't want to be soaked by the rain that is about to fall, I don't think I mind taking a few more steps and take the initiative to go and see her."

He felt that his performance should have been considered polite enough, but what should he do if he can't wait for someone next?

After all, the action this time was instructed by his father himself. By now, it has nothing to do with his personal thoughts.

"I think she will be down soon." Professor McGonagall is still a leisurely look. Compared with the tough style of the past, she is now obviously more peaceful in Dumbledore's style. Lady, the most important thing is patience, isn’t it?"

"Oh, you are right..."

Mario smiled naturally, no matter how embarrassed and eager he is, the social practice and practice from childhood to adulthood are enough to make him show a polite smile on any occasion.

But he knew that the real self in his heart was actually impatient enough.

Yes, he used to think that Miss Charlotte Werther was very beautiful, and that was the first time in his history that he did not violate his heart.

At the moment when he knew that he was regretted by the Witt family, he also felt a heartfelt regret.

But now it's different, he doesn't actually want to disturb the girl who dared to escape the family prison.Because he knew that he, who also wanted to escape but didn't act at all, was not worthy of the girl who had grasped freedom.

But, maybe because of this, he will stand here now, right?

This is like a puppet without a soul, letting the family hold hands and feet to catch another kind that has finally broken the line.

At that moment, why on earth did I convey the deal to my father?

At this moment, is it sad or ridiculous?

The wind grew stronger, making the tips of Mallor's hair a little messy, just like his wobbly heart at this time.

"That's Miss Witt! She finally came out!"

A voice sounded from behind Mallor, and it was unknown whether it was from the Augustine family or the Werther family.Ok!No matter which side he was on, he didn't care much.

Raising his hand to block the fluttering hair, Mallor looked far toward the castle, and two figures were walking towards him side by side.

He was very familiar with the girl—the slim figure, the nice face, and the long hair swaying like oriental silk in the wind. Who else could she be Charlotte Werther than his former fiancee?

As for the other man, only his height was not much different from Charlotte, but no one would dare to look down upon him.

"Maca McLean."

After reciting the name silently, Mallor took a deep breath.

...

"Miss Witt, please forgive me for interrupting today, but—"

Just when Maca and Charlotte got closer, they saw the handsome young man leaning slightly, and said the first words of the meeting.

But this first sentence was interrupted when Charlotte reached out.

"Sorry, if you want to discuss the marriage contract with me, I think it's better to change to a place with fewer people!" She glanced at the group of people behind her, and said blankly, "Like this This kind of thing, I don’t think it needs too many witnesses."

"This is a major event in the marriage of two families! Do you understand what you are talking about?"

Regarding Charlotte's words, Mallor was robbed by a middle-aged wizard before he answered.Charlotte then stared coldly, but the other party just snorted nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about Charlotte's feelings.

Maca glanced at the wizard and frowned slightly.

"Are you a member of the Witt family?"

Most of the guys who came to Hogwarts yesterday did not open their mouths, because the old butler from Barno was in front as the representative of negotiations.

But even if they didn't say a word, Maca remembered those guys a lot. Thinking about it now, I remember that the middle-aged wizard was one of them.

"Yes." Hearing Maca asked, the man was a little choked, but soon raised his voice, "Mr. McLean, Charlotte is my niece... I taught my niece that you too Do you care?"

"Well, didn't I understand enough what I said yesterday?" Maca pointed at Charlotte, then pointed at Mallor, and said loudly, "Today, only the two of them are talking, and the others don't need to speak anymore. ."

"You said?" The other party immediately curled his lips. "The Butler Barnes only said that he would pass it to the Patriarch, but he must agree without saying that the Patriarch-you know, this is just a matter for our two families! Mike! Ryan'Professor', you are a bit too broad, right?"

The guy called Maca "Mr." before, but now he uses "Professor" again.

Obviously, he was reminding Maca's identity and position around the corner. If he goes into it, there is even a hint of caution.

In fact, according to the rules of the magic world, Maca really didn't really interfere in this matter.

But then again, Maca, is he a man of rules?

"This... uh, Mr. Witt?" He suddenly stretched his eyebrows, his expression indifferent, "Since your Patriarch disagrees with my suggestion, I think it's fine for this meeting today!"

"Maca?"

Seriously, Charlotte didn't know what Maca was going to do right now.

She had understood earlier that Maca seemed to want to seize the right to speak from her family, and then let her decide her future life path.But now, not long after the two sides met, the situation has changed significantly.

As for our Master Augustine, he couldn't even find the time to speak.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister." Maca smiled at Charlotte, with a slightly subtle tone, "I'm afraid the nature of this matter has completely changed..."

While uttering these words softly, he glanced pretentiously among the group of people behind Mallor-among them, there was a face that he knew very well.

"Um... she's called'Milian', right?"

Under Eun Ravenclaw, a witch who is good at Imperius Curse and stealth, Maca had followed each other all the way before.I just don't know why, today this woman is actually wearing that standard black robe-is she afraid that some caring people will not recognize her identity?

Of course, for Maca, this is not the time to entangle these.After having some numbers in his mind, he continued to speak:

"Everyone of the Witt family and the Augustine family, I'm sorry, please come back today!"

Before he could say anything, another wizard stood out from the crowd and looked at Maca with false eyes.Maca didn't remember who this person was, but it seemed that he should be a member of the Augustine family.

"Professor McLean," the other party said coldly, "Excuse me, are you expelling us on behalf of Hogwarts? If this is the case, then we will have to leave temporarily...just..."

There will always be frictions of this kind between forces and forces, and this has never been a problem that can be easily solved with individual ability.

Even Dumbledore in the past could only deal with this contradiction in order to achieve the result he wanted.

But Maca is not Dumbledore. Although he also has a good overall view, he has never been a person who likes to plan tactics.

"No," Maca looked at the human being, "Hogwarts is a school of magic, and just a school of magic. Don't say I can't represent Hogwarts, even if I can, it can't interfere with you two. Every move of the family."

"I can only represent myself."

As soon as these words came out, how could the people of those two big families fail to hear the meaning of it-what Maca said was basically emphasizing that his actions only represented individuals.

This means...

"Mr. McLean, are you too arrogant?"

I don't know who said such a sentence, but it seems to have said everyone's heart.Even McGonagall and Flitwick, who were always standing by the side just now, cast a stunned look at Maca.

But Maca's expression did not change in the slightest.

"Perhaps it is arrogant!" He said calmly, "It's just that some people forced me to be arrogant..."

While Maca was speaking, he glanced at the Augustine man again.But almost no one knows that the "some people" in his sentence refer to other people.

In the crowd, Miriam pulled the brim of the hood, covering her face a bit more.But under the shadow in that hood, a pair of bright eyes were quietly staring at Maca's face, which means little is known.

"Maca McLean..." She chewed on the name secretly, and then pursed her lips. "No wonder the boss is so polite to him. He just found out that I existed, so I and Asaph Have you seen through the long deployment?"

Miriam was a little unsure, but Maca's sudden change in attitude made her believe it.

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