Chapter 107

"It's about character?" Harry said curiously. "What kind of character does my patron saint represent?"

"Smart? Smart? Gentle?" Hermione guessed.

Ron also came up and said, "I heard that the male deer will fight with their horns, but they usually look very gentle - maybe that means that you usually look very gentle, but your heart is very wild!"

Harry turned to Marca and asked, "what do you think?"

Marca shrugged and said, "I think Ron is right, but I have a better word here - 'manshow'."

"What does that mean?" said Harry strangely.

"Well, you can think of it as' secret and elegant sexy '." Marca patted Harry on the shoulder and turned to the door. "This is the end of the special spell class for the Christmas holiday. Next, it's up to you to practice more."

"Hey, Marca!" Hermione stopped him. "There's a Christmas dinner tomorrow noon. I think -"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have some reservations for tomorrow. I'm really sorry." Maka turned her head. "My roommate, you know, Ernie McMillan, he invited me to their family's Christmas party - I think it will take a whole day. So..."

"Well, well, then..." Hermione pursed her mouth and sounded a little lower. "Then I wish you a happy Christmas in advance."

"Oh! Are you going to have a big meal?" Ron and Harry didn't feel much, but looked at him with a little envy. "That sounds good..."

Maka waved to them and soon disappeared around the corner.

……

The next morning, Maka chose a more formal dress.

This was prepared when he planned to hold the graduation farewell party last time. Although he didn't need to dress so formally, once he chose to step into the social circle, he had to make some preparations.

No, it will come in handy soon.

Macmillan family is one of the twenty-eight holy families in the British magic world. Although the name sounds earthy, its significance can not be ignored.

Of course, this is what happened.

Now, almost all of the 28 pure blood families are much worse than before. For example, the Longbottom family of Neville, and the Gunter family of Voldemort.

And, of course, the Black family.

There is an old saying in Britain that "a rotten field is better than the open field." (2) at least some of the pure blood families have maintained well, and Ernie's Macmillan family is one of them.

Incidentally, Maka went through the fireplace in Hogsmeade village.

"I can't figure out why my phantom always deviates..." Marca shook her head and went into the fireplace. "Macmillan's house."

Boom!

Tyrande looked at the magic flame looming from his fireplace and coughed and laughed.

"Cough... The structure has been transformed. It's much better..."

But Tyrande didn't know. Just now, the green flame generated by Maka's use of flyer powder sprayed directly from his chimney and rolled several jackdaws looking into the chimney to Ernie's house

When Marca came out of Ernie's fireplace, the unlucky jackdaws fell out of the chimney pipe and rolled all the way to the middle of the living room.

"Oh, is this the Christmas present you gave me?" Ernie stood up from the table and looked curiously at the Jackdaw rising in the room.

Maka looked back at the fireplace and was confused.

"No, I think... Maybe they just want to take a ride or something." he spread his hand and said he didn't know.

"Well, anyway, welcome to my house," Ernie waved to him. "Have you had breakfast? Would you mind a glass of milk?"

At this time, the man sitting on the throne stood up.

"Are you Mr. McLean?" he said politely. "We always hear Ernie talk about you. To be honest, you are much better than Ernie."

"Oh, I'm flattered, Mr. McMillan," said Marca, saluting him slightly. "Ernie often helps me and sometimes brings me some supper - you should know, the kitchen is next to hutchpatch's common room."

"Ha ha, yes, of course!" Ernie's father nodded. "I was also a hutch patch and always went to the kitchen to find food... In fact, Ernie knew where the kitchen was from me long before he entered school."

"It's really a memorable parent-child fun," said Marca, walking over and sitting next to Ernie. "As Ernie told me before, you're a gentle father."

"Did he really say that?" Ernie's father looked at Ernie incredulously.

"Hey, Dad! If you don't believe it!" Ernie poured a glass of milk for Marca and put it in front of him. "Don't say that. Come on, try this - it's from our farm."

Macmillan's Christmas party will begin at noon and there will be many guests; In the afternoon, there will be a tea party and some messy small activities. Guests can participate freely and have fun.

But the highlight is the evening dance, when more pure blood families will come to attend. According to Ernie, it will be very lively.

"The Christmas ball is the annual rotation of several friendly families, but I don't like it - it's always very formal," Ernie said with a curl. "But it will show the glory of our family, which I like very much!"

Soon, guests arrived one after another.

Here we have to talk about the mcmillans' mansion.

Although all kinds of arrangements are very low-key, but can not hide its essence, that is one word - big!

This is a three story mansion with few floors, but it is very spacious. As far as the living room is concerned, it is almost half the size of Hogwarts auditorium.

You know, Hogwarts is a castle.

Of course, as far as the residence is concerned, Marca has seen the Bulova fort of Willie's house. In contrast, such a big place seems to be nothing at all.

Maka adjusted her clothes, readjusted the position of her bow tie, and then followed her up.

The purpose of his visit this time is more for communication, especially those ancient pure blood families. After all, even if those families decline, they still occupy a dominant position in today's magic world.

In his plan, they are indispensable.

Just as he squeezed his smiling face and skillfully exchanged greetings in the crowd, Ernie suddenly came over with a little girl - Hannah Abbott.

"Marca, Hannah is here too -" he said. "Don't join the fun here. How about we go to the backyard and play with the broomstick for a while?"

"Broom? Now?" Marca was stunned.

"Yes, of course!" Ernie smiled. "Hannah always says she likes to see you riding on a broomstick. It's cool!"

"No, no... I didn't say that..." Hannah blushed. "Hello, McLean..."

"Oh, hello." Maka nodded and looked back at the crowd. "Then go and fly for a while."

"Yes, fly for a while! The weather is so good today... It happens that Leila has arrived," Ernie was saying, and suddenly shouted outside the door, "Leila, here!"

Maka then looked back and saw a little girl who looked more rash than Hannah running here.

Did she still bump into one or two people and stop to apologize every time. At a distance of more than ten meters, Leng let her walk for several minutes.

"... Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Right -"

Just as she walked in front of Maka, she was turning around while apologizing and bumped her head into Maka's chest.

"Ah - I'm sorry!"

"If you can look at the direction of walking more, you don't have to say so much sorry..." Maka helped her well and said.

"Hey, hey, Ernie is calling me!" she said, glancing at Marca and then whispering, "Oh! Aren't you that... Um, mcclegan!"

"It's McLean!" Ernie whispered.

"Oh! I'm sorry - mcclegan." she apologized again.

"Well, although you are very polite, don't you think it's still wrong?" Marca shrugged.

"Really?" she stuck out her tongue. "Well... I'm sorry!"

Mcclegan, just mcclegan! Anyway, Maka doesn't care much about her last name. It's no big deal if she's staggered.

"Let's hurry to the backyard! The broom is waiting for us!" Ernie said excitedly.

"I like broomsticks!" the little girl followed. "Let's go! Um... Mcclegan?"

When Maka heard the speech, she had to spread her hands and said, "yes, my name is mcclegan... Let's go!"

Although it is really important to deal with those wizard families, there are many ways to start. To be honest, it's a good way to make more friends with young wizards than with adult wizards.

……

While Marca is busy with her plans, Harry and Ron are opening their Christmas presents this year

"Mom gave me another hooded leather coat... It's Chestnut again! See if you got one too?" Ron turned his head and asked.

Harry, too. Mrs. Weasley gave him a scarlet hooded leather coat with a Gryffindor lion woven on the front, twelve home baked minced meat pies, some Christmas cakes and a box of crispy peanut flakes.

He looked happily for a moment before he moved all these things away. Then he saw that there was a large slender package and a small package.

"What's that?" asked Ron curiously, looking at the big one with a pair of chestnut socks in his hand.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and reached out.