Chapter 800

Because of what happened yesterday, Marca really didn't remember Charlotte for a while.

After all, whether it's Marca herself or Hogwarts as a whole, it's obviously much more important for halbo's ghost to sneak into the campus and possess Harry.

It was not until he finished sorting out some information in the office at night that he went over the process of the Witt family coming to important people in his mind again.

For Charlotte, Marca will not let the so-called "family" take away casually, because he knows very well that the schoolsister has not much feelings for her family for a long time.

If there was anything else in the mansion worth her nostalgia, it was probably her father?

At least, in any case, the fiance that Maka has never met will certainly not be the reason for her to go home and accept her fate.

Therefore, as Marca, who has received Charlotte's care after entering school, this time she intends to be a good man to the end. Anyway, he also brought out the people at the beginning. Now he has confidence, and it's even more unreasonable to turn a blind eye to the difficulties of the student sister.

However, what Marca didn't expect was that Charlotte's nominal fiance came so fast!

"There seems to be something wrong?"

Maka stood by the window of the office, her eyes fixed on the direction of the school gate. He frowned and thought about the more "guests" than yesterday.

The one who can marry the Witt family must not be an ordinary family. According to what Maka heard when she tried to take Charlotte away, the background of the other party was at least equal to Charlotte's family.

It is such a force that can not be underestimated. It was not noisy when it just lost its engagement, but now it shows that it seems eager to wait all night. The reason is that it's hard for Maka to care.

"The one standing in front should be Charlotte's fiance?"

He looked at the situation there from a distance. If he didn't use magic, he could only see a general picture.

"Professor flavy, did they say anything today?"

"Well, in fact, I didn't say much," shrieked flavie, a little man standing behind Maka. "The young master of the Augustine family just said he wanted to see Miss Witt. If he didn't see it, he wouldn't go back..."

"Augustine?"

Maka recalled a little, and soon got a little information about the family from some miscellaneous reading memory.

The modern information of this kind of ancient wizard family is almost zero. If you want to speculate what kind of family they are, you must look for it from some ancient records.

This must be very difficult for today's ordinary wizards, but there are not so many obstacles for Maka, who used to look through and borrow many ancient books in the secret room of roina.

"Oh," he said quickly, "it should be the descendant of Aurelius Augustine who used theology to fool Muggles?"

It is different from the typical starting way of the ancient Wizards of the Witt family who "prospered due to magical achievements";

The Augustine family relied on the transmission of "philosophy" and "Aesthetics" to Muggles, and used "theology" to narrow the distance between Muggles and him.

Looking at the results of accumulating family wealth, it is obvious that the practice of Aurelius Augustine was successful.

Unfortunately, the changes of the times will always lead to unpredictable changes in many situations. What families like Augustine fear most is the complete isolation of wizards and Muggles. In this way

Maka pondered over what she had speculated, and immediately felt that she had caught something.

Can it be said that... The Augustine family plans to completely rely on the Witt family for marriage?

It is conceivable that a large family that once had great glory, although it had to bear huge losses under the general trend, it was unwilling to disclose its internal emptiness out of its former glory.

No matter wizards or Muggles, countless forces in history have had this tendency of "self deception". Even some families are unwilling to admit their weakness and try their best to maintain the "surface scenery" before the collapse.

At the thought of this, Maka couldn't help nodding slightly - the possibility of her own guess is really not low.

However, although Maka's conjecture is accurate enough, due to the lack of some vital information, his inference eventually deviated from the truth hidden behind the matter.

"Professor, where is Charlotte now?"

Looking at Professor McGonagall who was dealing with "visitors" at the school gate, Maka asked again.

"Oh, Mileva said she was a little late at the pig's head bar yesterday. Maybe she's still sleeping in her room now?"

When Maka heard the speech, she immediately nodded and said, "so it seems that Professor McGonagall didn't have time to tell her this... Well, in short, I'll go and see her first! Professor flavy, please tell Professor McGonagall that sister Charlotte and I will be there later."

"Ah, OK."

As flavie hurried out of the office, Maka glanced back out of the window - the weather was still not very good today. It was just in the morning, and the dense clouds had completely blocked the sun above the sky.

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"Benedictine Benedictine."

As a magic school, Hogwarts has few students and few teaching staff. The most empty rooms in this school are those that the house elves clean every day, but most of them can't use.

The elder Miss Charlotte Witt, who escaped from the family, lived in an empty room originally intended to be used as the professor's office.

It seems that Marca hasn't really been here since Charlotte returned to Hogwarts.

After knocking on the door several times, he finally heard something inside. But, perhaps because this is a school, the often careless beauty still pays attention to it.

When the door was opened, Marca saw a well-dressed Miss Witt, not the pajama version of Charlotte she had seen in the Muggle apartment.

It's a pity that those bleary eyes can't deceive Marca - the great beauty is obviously still sleeping in bed!

"Marca?"

Charlotte blinked her still sour eyes and sent a confused look.

Today is Sunday. The slow pace of the weekend makes Charlotte used to sleeping a little more on the last morning of the week to soothe her dry skin caused by work every day.

Women should protect their appearance, especially beautiful women. They will naturally be more vigilant in the face of future aging.

But she also knew that Maka seemed to be busy every day. In addition to eating, lecturing and sleeping, there are many other things to do. This is the first time to come to my room in the morning!

"Well, good morning!" Marca shrugged. "I heard that she came back a little late yesterday, so she's still sleeping now?"

"Oh, you can say so..." Charlotte looked down. "What's the matter, primary school brother? You're a busy man. Why do you have time to hang around with your sister? There must be something wrong?"

When Maka heard the speech, she habitually smiled. His sister is still like this. She always makes people feel light and energetic when talking, as if there is no need to worry about anything in the world.

Although and Luna are completely two types, these two distinct personalities can make people feel that they are similar.

To tell the truth, Marca really doesn't want to disturb this rare relaxed atmosphere with those bad things outside.

"It's really something," he shook his head. "But it's not appropriate to stand at the door and say something... Don't mind if I go in and talk to you?"

"Oh, of course," Charlotte smiled. "Then come in! Hey, there's nothing shady in my sister's room!"

Seeing that Charlotte stepped back and made way for some, Marca glanced noncommittally and walked in impolitely.

"Well?"

As soon as she got inside, Maka felt a strong sense of vision.

The curtain as like as two peas, the simple furniture and an antique oil lamp, are not unlike the damp houses, but also the walls without cracks. They are just like the old apartments that Sherlock lived in.

"Er, sister, are you out of nostalgia?" Marca asked in surprise.

"Hum, can't you?"

Charlotte said, she suddenly raised her hand, but then just patted Marca on the shoulder.

"Sit down! At least now there are two chairs here, and the bed is put inside... Well, would you like something to drink? Although I only have boiled water."

No more slapping on the back... Well, in this way, today's affairs can be handled with less scruples.

"No, don't be busy," Maka sighed as she sat down on the bench beside the table. "Sit down, too! In order not to let Professor McGonagall waste too much time, I won't say it slowly..."

Seeing that Marca's expression suddenly became more serious, Charlotte also keenly smelled some of the implications. Although she didn't know what had happened, she would eventually have something to do with herself, but she didn't run away.

"Say it!"

She sat down on the other side of the small wooden table and chose to listen rather than ask.

"That's right," Maka said after choosing the words. "Yesterday morning, someone came to your family and said he wanted to take you back to the family."

"Their reason is the engagement in the past."

No matter how long Maka can stretch out his hand, he will pay attention not to overstep when it comes to his friends' personal problems.

Therefore, even if he knew Charlotte's decision clearly, he had to give the right of choice to the other party first. Otherwise, he would be sorry that Charlotte didn't fall on his vest just now.

"And today," continued Marca, "is exactly now - Augustine has arrived."