Chapter 291

"Benedictine Benedictine"

When Maka was sitting at her desk in her study, concentrating on looking up the information, there was a sudden knock at the door.

After he said "please come in" without looking up, Lena came in with a letter and gently handed the envelope to Maka's hand.

"Mr. McLean, it's a letter from Hogwarts," Lena said.

"Hogwarts?" Maka was stunned, and the quill pen in her hand couldn't help stopping. "When did you send it? Just now?"

"Yes," Lena nodded.

Maka took the envelope, turned it over and over, and then picked up the letter opener from the table and picked up the wax seal with the Hogwarts crest.

The person who wrote this letter was Dumbledore, which seemed quite formal in both format and wording. If Marca remembers correctly, this is probably the most formal letter Dumbledore has sent him since the admission notice.

However, the content is really confusing.

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Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry

Dear Mr. Marca McLean

The letter has been read.

Your wishes have been generally understood by our university, and I have heard of your reputation and academic achievements. If you are free, please come to our school restaurant for lunch at 12 noon on the receiving day. I believe those guests who are visiting today will also be happy for your arrival.

If possible, I also hope to take a walk with you after dinner and enjoy the colorful scene of the school garden.

I look forward to your arrival.

You are sincere

Principal: Albus Dumbledore

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If the letter fell into the hands of others, I was afraid that both friends and enemies would be confused, but Maka nodded clearly.

"Lena, wait a minute!"

Seeing that she was almost at the door, Maka quickly called her.

"Anything else, sir?" Lena looked back and asked quietly.

"I'm preparing lunch, aren't I?" said Marca. "I don't need my share. I'll go out at noon - you and Mrs. Weasley, too!"

"Yes, sir." Lena nodded slightly, then opened the door and left.

When the door closed gently again, Maka looked up at the wall clock, then stood up and walked to the door on the side of the study.

Behind that is a small porch leading to the bedroom, but Maka often makes do with the night in the study. Generally, she doesn't go to the bedroom to sleep.

So even though Marca has lived here for some time, the door has hardly opened a few times.

"Click"

Turning the door handle, Maka went straight through the short porch to a small bedroom.

In the past, this room was only used as a lounge attached to the study. In fact, its purpose seems to have changed little now.

In front of the wardrobe on the side of the bedroom, Marca reached out and opened the door. She took out a set of clothes that she had hardly worn.

"Today is a rehearsal!"

He said, took out his wand and waved it gently. The old wizard robe on his body untied the strap and buttons automatically, twisting like a snake

Not long ago, some members of the order of the Phoenix sitting downstairs in the reception room processing documents, as well as Harry, Hermione, Ron and others, heard a regular sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Probably because there are so many people living here recently, everyone is used to the sound of footsteps, so almost everyone doesn't care.

Only Hermione immediately turned her head and looked at the door.

"Listen to the footsteps, it's Marca!" she said excitedly.

"How did you hear that?" Ron glanced at the door and looked meaningfully at Hermione.

"Among the people who live here, only the footsteps of Maka and Lena are very stable, and Lena walks lighter... So it must be Maka!"

Hermione didn't notice Ron's expression at all. She just stared at the door and explained casually.

"... I really admire you," Ron shrugged. "You can hear it... Eh?"

Before he finished, he looked at Marca who had just appeared at the door and opened her mouth. He was so surprised that he forgot to say the second half of the sentence.

"Marca, you are..." Hermione was surprised.

After their surprise, everyone in the reception room turned his head and then stared.

At the moment, standing at the door of the reception room is by no means Marca, who usually speaks and works very casually.

In particular, his exquisite Dark Wizard robe highlights a low-key luxury in every detail, both style and workmanship.

Not to mention the extremely high standard design, just looking at the dark green material with a layer of fine scale in the sun is enough to let people understand that it is not a fabric at all.

As for what it is, no one here knows.

"I'm going out. If there's anything important, let MafA contact me - it knows where I am." Maka nodded with a smile and continued, "is there anything else?"

"No, it's no big deal for the time being," said Sirius. "Where are you going?"

"I'll go to a... Um..." Marca thought, "private luncheon?"

"Oh, all right!" Sirius looked at him suspiciously, then nodded inexplicably, "I thought you were going to attend the award ceremony of the most outstanding wizard in the world!"

"Really?" Marca smiled. "I'm relieved to hear you say that... I'm also worried about whether this dress can hold the market!"

He paused, turned around and said, "then I'll go first!"

Everyone watched Maka leave with strange eyes. After hearing the sound of closing the door, they all turned their heads and looked at each other.

"It's the first time I've seen Marca dressed so meticulously..." Ron said in surprise.

"I bet that wizard's robe must be very expensive!" Mundungus expressed his envy with exaggerated actions.

Meanwhile, Tonks suddenly asked, "I said, is McLean very rich?"

"Don't discuss it," Sirius waved his hand. "Most of the wizard robes are made by private people. You can't discuss them any more... When did McLean start playing the pure blood wizard?"

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At 12 noon, Maka appeared at the gate of Hogwarts School on time. When he appeared from the distorted space, he stuffed the * * * in his hand into the pocket of the wizard's robe at a very fast speed.

Then, without changing his face, he greeted Snape waiting at the door.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." Marca nodded solemnly to Snape.

"Good afternoon, Mr. McLean." snape took a swipe from the corner of his mouth. "This way, please --"

When they walked to the castle side by side, Snape kept looking straight ahead, but his delicious words didn't stop.

"You're so low-key!" snape whispered.

"The next period of time will be special... My age is already a weakness. In order to hold the scene, I have to show some momentum in line with the mainstream concept, don't I?" Maka replied quietly.

"Clothes are only the surface after all," said Snape, with a cold hum.

"I also understand this," Maka nodded slightly, "but in front of the real strength, it is just the envy of the pure blood family! Professor, if you are willing to disclose some research results..."

"I don't have time to think about that now," snape said with a curl, "but you're right, if you have a chance..."

"I'm willing to help the godfather of my future child," Maka joked.

But Snape just snorted and smiled inexplicably, and didn't say anything more.

Soon, they came to the door of the auditorium. Maka looked inside at will, but found that many people had arrived inside.

In fact, it was a private luncheon hosted by Dumbledore himself.

Because the nature is not a real official, and the invitation to other guests does not bear the name of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, today's lunch can be said to be for public and private use.

However, after all, this is a luncheon hosted by Dumbledore. Even though most of the auditorium have a certain position and voice in the magic world, no one will care too much about it.

In other words, people whose accounting is more trivial will not be invited by Dumbledore today.

In the auditorium, Maka has recognized many familiar faces, but more are unfamiliar guests.

He said a little goodbye to Snape at the door, and then walked calmly and accurately into the auditorium.

Speaking of it, although the wizard robe he wore today has been greatly praised by people in the order of the Phoenix, it doesn't look so conspicuous in the auditorium now.

Snape said his "low-key" was reasonable.

Because among those luxurious pure blood wizards, the emphasis on clothing has even exceeded the pursuit of magic. Those pure blood families who only want face but not inside have become this vanity since when.

Compared with them, Maka's wizard robe does not seem to have any sign of "high profile" at first glance.

"Hello, principal Dumbledore."

Under the gaze of many people, Marca calmly walked to the deepest part of the auditorium with a smile on her face. Dumbledore was sitting in the middle of the guest seat and talking softly with Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, Mr. McLean," said Dumbledore, raising his head and greeting warmly, "I'm glad you can come to this luncheon. How have you been lately?"

"It's OK! I'm very excited to be able to attend your private party - you see, I came here without lunch today!" Marca said a cold joke with a unchanged smile on her face.