Chapter 264

Now that she has been seen by others, hibiscus can't hide anymore.

Without her, the boys and girls in their own wizard robes gathered and chattered in French that Marca basically didn't understand.

But Maka doesn't need to understand. He can understand when he looks at the boys looking at him. He is obviously not very popular here.

Seeing that there were too many hostile eyes, he simply greeted Luna, and then took her to the hall wall full of oil paintings.

But when he wanted to go, people wouldn't let him go.

Maka Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying towards him. He took out his wand from his sleeve and stopped it in the air with an obstacle spell.

"Eh?"

He turned and looked intently. It was a white glove!

"Duel?" Marca said in amazement, "... Isn't it vulgar? What's the age?"

He really blamed others this time.

Nowadays, although duel has almost disappeared in the Muggle world, it is still very popular in the whole European magic world. Among them, especially in the French magic world.

From family disputes to the theft of goats, there will probably be a duel if there is a dispute. If there is no dispute, maybe people will duel if they create a dispute.

Whenever a French wizard goes out, he may forget to hold an umbrella on a rainy day, but he will never forget to put a pair of gloves in his pocket. The difference between each duel probably lies in whether they throw out white gloves or black gloves.

This is perhaps the biggest difference between Muggle duel and wizard duel.

Because the number of wizards has not been large, most of us only throw white gloves when dueling. In this case, the duel generally does not happen when one party dies.

Of course, if there is any deep hatred between the two, throwing out black gloves and fighting to the death is the final result.

But duel is so popular, in fact, it is inseparable from strict rules. It is an invitation for one party to throw gloves at the other party, but if the duel agreement is officially established, the invited party must pick up the gloves by hand.

It's also strange that Maka practiced pulling out the staff quickly when she was free. Just now, the obstacle curse was subconsciously sent out. Now the white glove is still floating slowly in the air! Who knows when it will land?

Marca was not embarrassed, but the boy who threw out the gloves was very embarrassed at the moment.

Do you want to duel with others? Look at people's reaction speed, and then look at people's clean silent curse - he almost wants to run to get his gloves back, and then leave quietly as if nothing had happened!

Maka didn't care about each other's embarrassment. When he looked back, he saw not only the white gloves, but also a proud smile on Furong's face.

Can't he understand that? He was a little used by the Meiwa hybrid, and took him as someone else's shield!

"Forget the duel! I have nothing special to do with Miss Delacour, just friends."

No matter whether people understood English or not, he picked up a magic wand and "floated" the white gloves back, stopping steadily in front of the boy.

Seeing that the other party blushed and grabbed the gloves, he turned back and simply left the back of his head to hibiscus.

"Luna, do you still want to go somewhere?"

Luna looked at Furong curiously, and her clear eyes seemed to have no distractions.

"Miss Delacour is staring at you!" she blinked, but the topic changed. "Sir cardogan said that he had defeated a wye dragon in his life. Is that true?"

"Maybe!" Marca shrugged. "Who knows? Sir always yells. He always wants to duel when he's free..."

They chatted casually and walked deeper into the hall with their shoulders - there was a very strange oil painting hanging there. They were just going to have a look together!

That night, after informing Mr. Lovegood, Maka and Luna stayed in the castle at the invitation of Mrs. Maxim.

After dinner in the evening, Maka returned to her room, sat at her desk, opened his notes and began to write and draw again.

During his days in France, he accompanied Luna around during the day and took time to carefully study all kinds of data and information obtained from the bewitching monument at night.

When he was sleepy, he went to sleep. When he woke up, it was a new day. He lived a very full life.

Only the next day, when he woke up in the bed of busbarton castle and planned to go to the restaurant to taste busbarton's breakfast, he was blocked in the old place yesterday.

This time, the white gloves flew straight to his forehead. He tilted his head slightly, let the gloves wipe his ears and fall on the marble floor behind him.

"What's going on? It's endless?"

The owner of this glove is not the boy who looked embarrassed yesterday - he is standing next to the owner of the glove now! As for the owner of the glove, he was a young man in black with a gloomy face and a trace of ferocity in his eyes.

Yes, just looking at the age of the glove owner, it may be a senior student of booth Barton.

"Pick up your gloves!" the young man in Black said dryly in unskilled English.

Maka just tilted her head and avoided the gloves flying straight at his head. Now she didn't move her head straight, but just tilted her head and looked at each other.

"Didn't I say it yesterday? Miss Delacour and I are just friends -"

"Excuse!" the other party directly interrupted Maka's words and looked at him fiercely. "Pursuing miss Delacour is a thing that every man will do! Unless you are not a man!"

The young man in black paused and then said, "are you afraid of dueling? Coward!"

"Tefler, that guy seems to have strong strength..." the boy beside him carefully pulled the wizard's robe of the black robed youth and said softly in French.

"Shut up!" the young man in black who was called tefuller by the boy glanced at him coldly, and then said in English, "accept my duel! If you are still a man!"

Maka straightened her head in pain, then took out her wand, picked it behind her, and quickly inserted it back into her sleeve. But the white gloves on the floor suddenly jumped up, crossed an arc in mid air and landed in his hand accurately.

"Go find the witness, I'll wait for you in the restaurant..." without looking at each other, he raised his legs and walked in the direction of the restaurant, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and added, "if I haven't seen you with the witness after breakfast, I won't waste time waiting for you!"

Then he turned around again and walked away at a leisurely pace.

For Maka, this duel is actually like getting up and doing morning exercises. Recently, because she is too idle, she has almost forgotten her habit of running a lap every day. That's not good!

It is necessary for a wizard to have a strong body - at least for Maka, it is a matter of course.

Behind him, a young man in black, tefuller, showed his eyes, but it was hard to imagine such a student in busbarton.

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Busbarton's hall is not used as a restaurant. The two halls are separated by a wall on the left side of the hall. In addition, busbarton's dining form is also different. Except for holding major banquets, they usually eat in the form of self-help.

"Busbarton is really rich! He is not afraid of waste..."

Now, not long after the summer vacation, there are few people in the restaurant. There were few people except a few professors from the left behind school, but there were still a lot of delicious food piled up in the plate at the desirable place for visitors to choose.

Maka slowly took some food and chose a table by the window. Then she sat down and tasted it carefully.

"Yes, it's really more delicious than Hogwarts's food... Well, the pastry of this croissant is soft and soft, and melts in the mouth..." he ate it with a little regret. "Unfortunately, the French don't like to eat meat in the morning. It would be beautiful if they could have a few more pieces of fried bacon..."

But while he was concentrating on enjoying the delicious French breakfast, Furong took Luna "Deng Deng Deng" and broke into the restaurant and looked around in a hurry for a week.

When she saw Maka, she dragged Luna straight here.

"Did you agree to Teflon's Duel invitation? Why? Didn't you refuse to duel with Dubois yesterday?" asked Furong with a puzzled face, but she wasn't too anxious.

Having participated in the top three competition, she had a little experience of Maka's strength. She was not worried that Maka would lose. It's just that taifuller's family is not simple. She's afraid that this will cause unnecessary trouble for Maka.

After all, yesterday's boys were just born in an ordinary wizard family, but the identity of this tefler is different. They will take over as the head of the tefler family in the future.

"Oh... Yeah! What's the matter?" Marca looked up at her strangely.

Speaking of it, miss Delacour personally brought it to him. Although he didn't care about it and regarded it as a little joke, hibiscus's attitude has changed all of a sudden.

"The family background of tefuller is not simple. I'm worried..." Furong hesitated and then said, "sorry, it's my fault. You and Luna are my guests... I shouldn't make trouble for you."

Maka shrugged casually and said, "don't worry, he won't be the only family in France, and I don't often come to France. It's okay."

Then he pointed to the food on the plate and said, "have you had breakfast? The food in your school is so delicious that I want to get some more."

"Er..."

When Furong saw that he didn't pay attention at all, it had happened again, but she had to let it go.