Chapter 620

"Benedictine Benedictine."

In this quiet spring night, the sound of three knocks on the door was as light as if they were afraid to scare someone. Marca knew that most of the people outside the door were not fat hornheims. After all, the guy didn't treat a door as gently as the one outside - he seemed to have guessed wrong just now.

"Please come in."

Just as he got up and waved, the door of the office opened silently.

The weather is getting better and better in recent days, but Hogwarts is also located at a higher altitude. It's still very cold at night. So today, he still lights the fireplace. When the fire flickers, he doesn't really see it outside the door.

When he looked over here, basically he could only see a shadowy outline. It seemed that the other party was still hesitating slightly in the corridor outside.

"What's the matter? Won't you come in?"

It is difficult to tell who is coming by magic fluctuations alone. Although everyone's fluctuations are different, it is still somewhat reluctant to remember their characteristics. Of course, for Squibs like filch, the activity of magic is quite low, so it's easier to distinguish.

After Maka asked, about ten seconds of silence passed. The other party finally seemed to have made a decision and slowly stepped into the office. When the light of the fire covered it with a soft orange, Maka finally saw who it was.

"Xuejie?" he said suspiciously, "Why are you here? What's the matter?"

The visitor was Charlotte, a rare guest that Maka had never expected.

Although the great beauty gets along with him very easily, even a little careless on weekdays, she is quite conservative in some basic principles. It's a little strange to rush to a boy's residence so late today.

It is worth mentioning that she is still wearing a simple set of cotton pajamas, and her thick long hair is so loosely tied on her shoulders, which makes her look lazy.

In front of the neck with one button missing, the slender neck is covered by half of the hair, but it makes the other half look more delicate and white.

Maka looked at her inexplicably and blinked. She suddenly found that her eyes were vaguely blurred, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she didn't know that the fire in the fireplace was causing trouble.

"Well... Marca, you're still so crowded here. I think you should apply to Professor McGonagall for a larger office." Charlotte walked through the stacks of books step by step with her hands on her back, and her words were a little vague, "... also, why do you call me 'Xuejie'? Don't say anything. The shelf life of this name has long passed?"

"Oh, all right!" Marca still looked at her slightly inexplicably. She was really not sure what she was thinking, "so... Charlotte, what's the matter with you?"

"Me?"

Just around the desk, Charlotte slightly closed her eyes and wandered unconsciously under her feet. When she opened her eyes again and looked at Marca, a hazy look had already appeared in those eyes.

"I'm looking for you?" she said faintly. "You know what? I can't sleep today... Just lying in bed, I've been thinking about something."

At this point, she crossed her eyes with Maka and threw herself into the window behind Maka. Through the window, she could clearly see a string moon hanging high in the sky, but it was not as round as a few days ago.

Charlotte stared at the bright moon and whispered, "I should thank you very much... If you hadn't taken me away from that dark home, I'm afraid I would have been used as a chip by the family and sent to other families to marry a man I haven't seen several times in total. I should thank you..."

"You don't have to care so much," Marca persuaded. "I just looked up by chance and saw you in the carriage... Even if I decided to help you escape, I had some other purpose."

His words were not really evasive or modest. Although the decision to help Charlotte was basically based on the friendship between some friends, the purpose was to explore intelligence.

But when Charlotte heard it, she just shook her head gently.

"Whatever it is, you saved me from that abyss, which is the truth." she said quietly, "But the more I appreciate you in my heart, the more difficult it is to express my gratitude to you... Well, I don't know how to describe it... It's like what I want to say to you is not just a 'thank you', but something else... What's more important..."

As she spoke, her voice became more and more slight, and her sight became more blurred with the moonlight. At last, she suddenly fell into a trance, and her feet suddenly staggered around the desk and walked towards Maka.

"Sister?"

Maka subconsciously called her again. Seeing that the soles of her feet seemed to be soft, she quickly stretched out her hand to hold her shoulder, so as not to trip over the books at her feet.

As the distance between them was less than two feet, Maka's nose trembled slightly. Often relying on his sense of smell to judge the refining of magic drugs, he immediately smelled a slightly familiar smell - the fragrance of rum with some chocolate flavor.

"You drink --" he said half the time, and finally suddenly said as if he remembered some key points, "ah! Is that Easter egg?"

At that time, in the principal's office, when he saw MEG, he suddenly remembered that he had not prepared an Easter gift for each other, so he had an idea and took out the colored egg taken away from three brooms. Because he remembered clearly that Professor McGonagall's drinking capacity was actually good. The other party had several drinks at several parties, but he was only slightly drunk.

However, he did not expect that the colored egg finally unexpectedly fell into Charlotte's hand.

"Oh... I said, sister Xue," Maka couldn't cry or laugh. "Come on, be careful and stand firm... You're now the signature waiter of the pig head bar! How can you drink a few mouthfuls of this virtue?"

He opened the window beside him while talking and laughing. Suddenly, the cool air outside poured into the house with the night wind. In spring, the vestibular garden has already opened countless flowers. At night, it is still fragrant, mixed in the cool air and dispersed in the office.

Charlotte, who was supported by Marca with her hands, sniffed gently. A light sweet fragrance lingered between her mouth and nose, with a certain sense of freedom unique to the night air.

Are you drunk? Or not drunk at all? She can't tell by herself

"Maka, I have a question for you..."

Charlotte raised her head a little, vaguely surprised to find that the little boy who had just entered school had grown taller than herself.

It was at this moment that their eyes finally overlapped silently, one clear and bright, the other as deep as a thick fog.

"... do you think the elder sister is beautiful?" - in fact, she wanted to ask this question through the remaining drunkenness.

Since she sipped the wine in the chocolate eggshell in her room tonight, this lingering problem in her heart has been swirling between her lips and teeth. She walked out of the room step by step and staggered to Maka. Didn't she just want to say this?

But when she opened her slightly dull mouth and was about to blurt out her words, she caught a glimpse of a picture frame in the corner of her eyes. Behind the glass of the photo frame, a blonde girl was facing this side with her back, looking up at the moon in the distance.

The moonlight spread quietly in her long hair, and a hazy pale golden halo appeared silently.

This is what Maka saw on the hillside outside her house after dinner on the first night she stayed at Lovegood's house. Luna was standing under the stars.

Even if the girl in the magic photo always stared at the sky and didn't look back once, Charlotte could tell who it was at a glance. Immediately, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and her lips gradually closed again.

At this moment, she suddenly broke Maka's shoulder.

"Pa!"

A loud slap echoed in the silent room at night, and the originally slightly sweet and greasy air seemed to be swept away.

"Ha, cheated!" Charlotte straightened Marca's body and giggled, "little fellow, my sister, my charm is still good? Look at you, you dare to stare at your sister all the time. You can't pull out your eyes!"

She smiled and patted Marca on the shoulder twice. Then she took a light step back and stood aside with her hands on her back again.

"Don't think it's great to be a professor! Sister, I'm studying every day now. Maybe we'll be colleagues sometime!"

After a little pause, Charlotte left this last sentence and didn't have a chance to speak to Marca. As soon as she turned around, she walked briskly around the heavy pile of books. Just in the blink of an eye, with a click from the front, the door of the office closed.

Maka stood by the window, feeling the numbness on her back like an illusion, burning his nerves. After standing there for a long time, he closed the window with his own hands, but he was still staring at the moon in the air.

"... Happy Easter, sister."

In the dark corridor outside the office, Charlotte leaned against the wall by the door in her pajamas and sighed silently.