Chapter 112

As the sun set, more and more guests arrived at Macmillan's house.

Everyone seems to know each other. At least most families have one connection or another. This is also the first time Maka knows how complex it is in the magic world.

In the evening, the golden sunset penetrated the holly trees outside the garden and fell in the spacious backyard.

Many guests have just come out of the circle of Shizhu opera and are exchanging the techniques of rolling wooden balls with each other. This kind of game seems to be quite popular in the aristocratic circle - it is said that Dumbledore also loves this sport.

Maka is naturally not interested in this aristocratic game. He is talking with young people of several families at the moment!

Before long, the sun set on the top of the mountain and the night spread.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the dance scene has been arranged. Please move to the hall -"

After hearing Ernie's father's words, almost all the guests couldn't help but cheer up. Even Maka nodded secretly.

After all, I heard people talk about it from time to time this afternoon, which shows how much the so-called "one of those families" weighs.

Maka was about to go in with the crowd, but saw Ernie's father waving here - of course, he was not calling him, but Ernie next to him!

"Sorry, Marca," Ernie said shyly, "my father told me to go."

"It's all right, you go!" Marca replied.

He thought for a moment, then turned to Leila and Hannah and asked, "don't you go to your family?"

Leila shook her head and whispered, "I'm not going! I'm sure I'll talk to strangers again. It's so troublesome..."

Hannah looked at him suspiciously and shook her head.

Maka shrugged indifferently and took them to the house

Compared with the noon party, the scene of the ball was obviously more grand.

In the wide hall, there are many dining tables against the wall. Food and wine are naturally indispensable, but that's not the focus of tonight.

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

In the middle, there is a circular stage only slightly higher than the ground. On the stage, all kinds of strange musical instruments are piled on it - it seems that a band will perform on the stage soon.

On the high ceiling of the hall, a crystal lamp hung down from above. They maintained a constant brilliance and lit the whole hall.

The guests were scattered around the dance floor, but few people were still chatting with each other. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Maka stood in the crowd. He was a child who had not opened his body. He was suddenly submerged in the crowd. Few people would notice him.

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

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

Just when Maka, like others, stared at the door intentionally or unintentionally, the door was quietly pushed open.

Only a man and a woman came in. It seems that they should be father and daughter.

Their clothes are not as meticulous as the nobles in the hall. It can even be seen that their clothes are old clothes that have been washed and washed.

But Maka, who has seen some brochures in Roy's secret room, knows at a glance that those two sets are ancient wizard robes with a strong sense of time.

As soon as the father and daughter entered the door, McMillan and Avery immediately gathered together. Looking at their polite appearance, it was obvious that they all wanted something.

When most people in the hall focused on the middle-aged wizard, Maka stared at the girl beside him.

Although the image changed a lot because of the dress, Maka soon recognized the girl's identity.

"Charlotte?" Marca whispered to herself.

One of the three beauties of Hogwarts, Charlotte sister of Hufflepuff college. She is really beautiful. She is especially beautiful, which makes it difficult for people to recognize her wrong.

But even Maka didn't expect that this careless, often smiling, and sometimes very "rough" schoolsister had such a deep family background.

"I knew I wouldn't have to go around the long way and take Ernie's line..." Maka grinned and said in secret.

But in that case, he didn't go directly to talk - it was too abrupt and would leave a bad impression on the mcmillans.

But this time he was wrong. Ernie's father really wanted it if he could easily get on with the two people! After all, Marca underestimated the meaning of the family behind Charlotte.

Just as Maka was thinking secretly, there was a chat at the door.

"Mr. Witt, please come inside -" Ernie's father reached out and invited him. "The dance is just about to begin. Won't you come and enjoy the music?"

He was about to wave the band in, but he saw the middle-aged wizard he called "Mr. Witt" wave his hand and casually say, "no, I came here to bother because I wanted to ask about something. It's urgent. Everything can be avoided."

On the other side, old avery slightly hooked his mouth, as if laughing at McMillan's lack of interest.

"Mr. Witt, since it's urgent, please come to the backyard! It's quieter and easier to talk about things." instead of being a guest, he simply left Ernie's father aside.

"... are you?" Mr. Witt asked, looking at him.

"My Jim Avery, please feel free to speak if you need anything." old avery saluted slightly.

"Oh, it's the avery family..." Mr. Witt nodded and continued, "more people will have more strength, so go to the backyard first!"

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

"I'm not a child!" Charlotte smiled, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of others, swung her hand and slapped her father on the back.

Suddenly, the guests who had been talking quietly suddenly quieted down.

In the crowd not far away, Marca looked at Charlotte and felt her eyelids jumping.

"Cough, cough, cough... You girl," Mr. Witt seemed to choke his saliva when he was photographed, "and said you're not a child? Don't look at your age, you're getting married, and you're so rude and reckless..."

As soon as Charlotte heard the word "marry", she immediately raised her face.

"... all right, all right, you can walk around by yourself," Mr. Witt waved his hand.

He always has no way to take this baby daughter, but how can the family tradition be violated at will? Mr. Witt and Charlotte knew this very well, so they quickly stopped the topic.

After Mr. Witt and the two current owners left, Charlotte was surrounded by a group of young wizards with little age difference before she had time to look around.

Whether it's their own ideas or those encouraged by their families, they are nothing more than aristocratic habits of climbing along the pole, and everyone knows it.

Maka naturally didn't have much interest in running to join the fun. After thinking about it, he planned to sneak back to the yard to listen to a few words.

But he wanted to go, but someone disagreed.

"Hey! Stop, junior!"

Makaton felt bad. He immediately turned around and saw a white hand patting him on the chest.

I don't know whether it was a subconscious reaction or something. Maka also reached up.

"Pa!"

A crisp clap of hands calmed the guests again.

Marca retracted her hand, looked at the palm of her hand, looked at Charlotte standing in front of him, and couldn't help blinking.

"Oh, good evening!" he grinned stiffly.

"Good response, primary school brother!"

Charlotte also gave him a sweet smile, and without saying a word, she pulled Marca's shoulder and turned him around, and then slapped Marca on the back.

"Don't move, it's etiquette!" Charlotte said with a smile.

Maka sighed helplessly, then turned around, pretended to show her teeth and said, "sister, can't you be lighter..."

"Come on, stop pretending!" Charlotte patted him on the shoulder and lowered her voice. "Help me block, you know."

Maka shook her head and said, "look at my age, it's not good enough to help you?"

"I say OK!" Charlotte hooked his arm and whispered, "what do you think the noble tradition is, and what's the age..."

As she spoke, she seemed to recall something, and her voice became lower and lower.

Maka nodded indifferently and said, "well, I generally understand... Let's dance!"

The band came in after Mr. Witt left. Now the slow dance music had been played, but there were not many dancing guests.

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

"No!" Charlotte smiled gracefully on the surface, but began to complain in a low voice, "I hate dancing! I've been forced to learn since I was a child, but what else can I use in addition to playing tricks!"

"At least it can be used to teach me..." Maka joked.

He was concentrating and moving his feet with Charlotte's steps, just like a needle in a needle. Charlotte stepped back, and he filled the empty seat with his own feet.

Although the dance steps are obviously full of mistakes and omissions, on the surface, they don't give people any uncomfortable feeling.

"What's the new dance step?" some guests stared at them and whispered.

"Wrong! You should step forward without moving sideways! It's not right here..." Charlotte kept saying.

"But aren't you moving sideways?" Marca pleaded.

"What does my sideways have to do with you!" Charlotte kept a steady smile and deliberately stepped on Marca's foot.