Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Melodious music, warm fire, pleasant light, and fragrant refreshments.

At the time when the whole of London was just suffering, this elegant and noble afternoon tea seemed somewhat out of date.

Coming from the busy outside to this quiet and comfortable spacious room, this contrast is particularly strong.

Looking at the Grace Queen sitting on the exquisite chair, Maca raised her eyebrows inadvertently, and then went with Akinbad.

Enjoying this afternoon tea here today, there are also the old bishop Davidson and the old acquaintance of Maca’s President Scrimgeour.

Well, let alone the old bishop's calm and curious old face, at this moment Scrimgeour's expression is more agitated than the other two.

Seeing Maca and Akinbad coming together, the queen and the old bishop also got up and walked around the table together, and greeted the past.

When Scrimgeour saw it, he was a little slow, and he paused before remembering that he should follow.

"Three, good afternoon! Look, I finally hired someone on time!" Akinbad said with a relaxed smile, "Oh, Mr. Scrimgeour must be more familiar with Mr. McLean than I do. , So please forgive me for not giving any introduction to you two—"

Akinbard greeted him first, and then addressed the old bishop and the Queen of England:

"This is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Mr. Maca McLean. There are many anecdotes about him. I won't talk about it now. I think I can sit down for a while. Have a good chat when you come down for tea!"

Following Akimbard's introduction, Maca just smiled and nodded at the two "big men" with high status in the Muggle world, but did not say anything for the time being.

Seeing this, Akinbad beside him immediately turned around and introduced Maca:

"This lady is the current Queen of England, and I believe I don’t need to make any extra descriptions; and the old gentleman sitting here is the last patriarch of the Davidson family in the British magical world. The Archbishop of Canterbury for more than ten years..."

"Of course, he is indeed a wizard, and he is also very researched in ancient magic literature-McLean, I think you should have some topics worth talking about."

Seeing that Akinbad had finished the introduction, this time it was the queen who took the initiative to reach out and asked:

"Mr. McLean, please come and sit together! To be honest, I actually prefer to sit with you wizards. Because in front of you, I can often enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea time more relaxedly without having to worry about it all the time. With his own identity and etiquette..."

She said so, but with every move she can still see her "elegance" that has been carved into her bones.Although, Maca feels somewhat uncomfortable with this seemingly calm restraint anyway.

At the table where there were a lot of snack racks and porcelain plates, Maca casually picked a chair with a backrest that could look out the window and sat down.After everyone else had sat down, he suddenly tilted his head slightly.

"Oh! Your Majesty, your taste in music seems to be very broad?"

Maca looked at the record player on the side of the room from a distance, and beside the high table where the record player was placed, there was a relatively low-key record rack placed side by side.

After a short pause, he continued:

"Well, although I don't really hate Tchaikovsky, if we want to relax more, I think... it's better to start with a different piece of music!"

Smiling at the queen and the old bishop, he ignored the two who seemed to be a little dazed, raised his hand and moved his finger gently.

Immediately, a record bag jumped out of the shelf by itself, and the record inside also slipped out quietly, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced under the needle of the record player.

"Oh, that's—"

Seeing the record bag, the queen sitting across from Maca couldn't help showing a slight embarrassment, but with a subtle expression of joy.

When the dance music with light rhythm sounded in this huge room, Maca's smile suddenly became more relaxed and bright.

"Abba's "Dance Queen"...I remember that my mother liked this song very much when I was young," he recalled, "Of course, I think she might prefer to be on the dance floor late at night than tea time. Just enjoy this song."

"Then your mother must be very good at dancing."

At the age of the queen, it is natural not to hear the inexplicable emotion in Maca's tone.So instead of following Maca's meaning, she moved her focus slightly.

"Maybe you will be surprised, but I do like this Swedish pop music from the 70s," she explained frankly, "after all, before I was a queen, I was a beautiful woman..."

Speaking of this, the queen suddenly touched her cheek, and then added:

"Oh, I mean—I used to be."

Accompanied by music with an early rock style, the queen's playful and brisk joke really led to a lighthearted theme.

After that, even the old bishop, who had always been somewhat reserved, couldn't help but curl his lips, as if he was cooperating with the queen's self-deprecating jokes.

At the other end, Akinbad shrugged a little helplessly.

"It's a pity, I was not very interested in music when I was young, and I could never tell the difference between good and bad. Now think about it, if I can catch up with the fashion and think about it earlier, maybe I can have another good hobby! "

"Don't forget, you can at least beat the drums!" Maca said, "Aren't there many of your African magic rituals that need to be matched with drums? I don't believe you don't—"

"Oh! Drums?" Akinbad said with regret, "I have never seen it as a musical instrument. To me, it is just a magic item that must be beaten at a specific time interval!"

"This is really a disappointing description."

Maca waved his hand and motioned to him to stop talking, causing the queen to laugh softly...

After that, except for Scrimgeour who entered the state relatively late, the other four people talked about various topics in a very harmonious manner.

From the Muggle world to the magical world, from classical opera to rock music, from one or two joke stories to ancient runes, the broadness and leap of topics far exceed the limits of the royal place of Buckingham Palace.

"...So, Dumbledore likes the ten-pin bowling game, in fact, because he is very good at this game. If you change the Gobstone, he won't even watch it!"

When the position of the sun slowly moved from the roof to the edge of the upper window, and was again covered by denser clouds, this long tea party seemed to have finally come to an end.

But when Akinbard finished this interesting story about Dumbledore, the old Bishop Davidson and Scrimgeour, who were finally immersed in the relaxed atmosphere, laughed at the right time, but Maca suddenly ate half of the fruit The tower was thrown into his mouth and chewed.

Even during the afternoon tea time with the theme of relaxation, his move seemed a bit too rude.

However, the guy who took the lead in suggesting that he should be more relaxed, after swallowing the dessert into his stomach, he immediately became inexplicably serious.

The rapid transition from "rude" to "serious" immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the audience.

Only today, Scrimgeour, who was a little slow from start to finish, still failed to react as quickly as the other three.

"Ok?"

When he felt the silence in the room suddenly fell, he looked around blankly.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you suddenly stop talking... Didn't Mr. Akinbard say it very funny? If he hadn't said it this time, I didn't know Mr. Dumbledore would have something bad at it!"

Maca glanced at him, then shook his head helplessly.

"That's nonsense—Professor Dumbledore was formerly Minister of the Gobstone Club at Hogwarts!"

After that, he stopped paying attention to the surprised Scrimgeour, and turned to look at the queen and the old bishop Davidson who was sitting not far from her.

"Two, it's almost time, I have to go back to Saint Mungo for a routine check-up for the injured in a while." He calmly said, "If there is anything to say, it's time to say it!"

The two did not expect that Maca would turn the atmosphere into a somewhat rigid state so abruptly, but since they were almost in the rhythm of Maca this afternoon, they couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

To be honest, this young man is really good at controlling the scene, and his weapon is this kind of unexpected, but never unacceptable transition.

Fortunately, today both the witch and the old bishop do not reject Maca's leadership in this conversation, because they actually still want Maca to help.

Of course, if it was Davidson, maybe he would add a compliment to Maca's amazing magical power.

"Yes, it's time to say..." The old bishop took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, then sighed suddenly, "Seriously, I really want to be immersed in the relaxed and comfortable feeling just now. Unfortunately, we may need it to relieve the pressure, but we cannot rely on it unrestrainedly."

"What should be faced is always something to be faced." Maca nodded, "Although I don't hate pleasure."

Hearing what Maca said, the old bishop put on his glasses again, and then looked at him deeply.

"It is the luck of the whole school and Dumbledore to have you at Hogwarts..." He said quietly, "In this case, you should have guessed what we meant. In fact, I and The queen discussed, we want to invite you—"

"Sorry, I refuse."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Maca spoke straightforwardly.

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