Chapter 801

Mallory doesn't like cloudy days, because the darkness and depression always remind him of himself.

As the heir of Augustine family, people who can contact him often envy him, as if an identity represents countless wealth and glory.

But only Mallory himself knew that his family was like him. I'm afraid there was nothing else to describe except this gloomy day.

Inheritance? Inherit money? No, don't think about it. There is only a huge empty shell waiting for him. I don't know when it will collapse.

The Augustine family, which rose around 400 A.D., may become another wretch who fell in the transformation of the magic world.

The horse looked up slightly at the sky - it's time to rain.

"Ms. McGonagall, excuse me... Isn't miss Witt coming out yet? If she doesn't want to be wet by the falling rain curtain, I don't think I mind taking a few more steps and taking the initiative to see her."

He felt that his behavior should have been polite enough, but what should he do if he couldn't wait for others?

After all, this action was personally instructed by his father. Up to now, it has nothing to do with his personal thoughts.

"I think she will come down soon." Professor McGonagall is still calm. Compared with the tough style in the past, she is a little more Dumbledore like peace. "The most important thing to wait for a lady is patience, isn't it?"

"Oh, you're right..."

Ma slightly smiled naturally. No matter how embarrassed and eager he was, his social practice and practice from small to large were enough to make him smile without losing etiquette on any occasion.

But he knew that the real self in his heart was impatient enough.

Yes, he once thought that Miss Charlotte Witt was very beautiful, and that was the first time in his history that he did not go against his heart.

At the moment when he knew that he had been repented by the Witt family, he felt a heartfelt regret.

But now it's different. Now he doesn't want to disturb the girl who dares to escape from the family cage. Because he knew that he, who also wanted to escape but didn't take any action, didn't deserve the girl who grasped freedom.

Just, maybe that's why he's standing here now?

It's like a soulless doll, letting the family pull hands and feet to catch another kind who finally broke the lead.

At that moment, why did he convey the deal to his father?

Now this scene, whether it is sad or ridiculous.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, which made the ends of Ma Lue's hair a little messy, just like his wavering heart at this time.

"That's Miss Witt! She's finally out!"

A voice sounded from behind Mallory. I don't know whether it was from the Augustine family or the Witt family. ok No matter which side it is, he doesn't care much.

Raising his hand to block the flying hair, Ma Lue looked far away from the castle, and two figures were coming to him with shoulders.

The girl he knew very well - her slim figure, beautiful face and long hair swaying like Oriental silk in the wind. Who else could it be if she was not his former fiancee Charlotte Witt?

The other man, just looking at his height, was not much worse than Charlotte, but I'm afraid no one dared to underestimate him.

"Marca McLean."

After reciting the name, Mallory took a deep breath.

……

"Miss Witt, please excuse me for interrupting today, but -"

As soon as Marca and Charlotte came near, they saw the handsome young man bend over and say the first words of their meeting.

But the first sentence was interrupted by Charlotte's hand.

"Sorry, if you want to discuss the engagement with me, I think it's better to change a place with fewer people!" she glanced at the group of people behind each other and said expressionless, "I don't think I need too many witnesses for such things."

"It's a big marriage between two families! Do you understand what you're talking about?"

For Charlotte's words, before Mallory answered, he was robbed by a middle-aged wizard. Charlotte then stared coldly, but the other party just snorted indifferently, as if she didn't care about Charlotte's feelings.

Maka glanced at the wizard and frowned slightly.

"Are you a member of the Witt family?"

Most of the guys who came to Hogwarts yesterday didn't open their mouths, because the old housekeeper Barney and noble was the negotiator in front.

But even if they didn't speak, Maka also wrote down those guys. Now when I think about it, I remember that the middle-aged wizard was one of them.

"Yes," asked Marca. Although the man smothered a little, he soon raised his tone. "Mr. McLean, Charlotte is my niece... I taught my niece, do you want to take care of it?"

"Well, didn't I understand enough yesterday?" Marca pointed to Charlotte and then to Mallory. Lang said, "today it's just the two of them talking, and there's no need for others to speak."

"What did you say?" the other party immediately glanced. "Housekeeper Barnes and noble only said that he would convey it to the owner, but the owner must agree without saying - you know, it's just a family affair of our two families! Professor McLean, you're a little too lenient?"

That guy used to call Marca "Sir", but now he's switching to "Professor".

Obviously, he was turning a corner to remind Maka's identity and position. If he studied deeply, it even contained some warning.

In fact, according to the rules of the magic world, Maka is really not easy to intervene in this matter.

But then again, Maka, is he a man who abides by the rules?

"This... Um, Mr. Witt?" he suddenly relaxed his eyebrows and said indifferently, "since your owner doesn't agree with my suggestion, I think it's OK to have this meeting today!"

"Marca?"

Seriously, Charlotte didn't know what Marca was going to do at the moment.

Previously, she understood that Maka seemed to want to take the right to speak from her family and leave it to her to decide her future life path. But now, not long after the two sides met, the situation has changed significantly.

As for our young master Augustine, he couldn't even find a time to speak.

"Don't worry, sister." Maka smiled at Charlotte, with a subtle tone. "I'm afraid the nature of this matter has completely changed..."

As he whispered these words, he glanced casually at the group of people behind Mallory - there was a face in them that he could not be more familiar with.

"Well... Is her name millian?"

Eun Ravenclaw's men, a witch who is good at soul snatching spells and sneaking, had been with each other before. I just don't know why this woman is wearing that standard black robe today - is she afraid that some people with a heart won't recognize her identity?

Of course, for Maka, this is not the time to tangle with these. After he had some numbers in mind, he continued:

"I'm sorry, everyone of the Witt family and the Augustine family. Please come back today!"

Before the words fell, another wizard stood out from the crowd and looked at Maka with empty eyes. Marca doesn't remember who this man is. It seems that he should be a member of the Augustine family.

"Professor McLean," said the other coldly, "excuse me, are you expelling us on behalf of Hogwarts? If so, we will have to leave temporarily... Just..."

There will always be friction between forces. This has never been a problem that can be easily solved by personal ability.

Even Dumbledore in the past can only deal with this contradiction in order to achieve the result he wants.

But Marca is not Dumbledore. Although he also has a good view of the overall situation, he has never been a person who likes to plan strategies.

"No," Marca looked at the man. "Hogwarts is a magic school, but it's just a magic school. Don't say I can't represent Hogwarts. Even if I can, it can't interfere with the every move of your two families."

"I can only represent myself."

As soon as these words came out, how could the people of the two families not hear the meaning? Maka was simply emphasizing that his actions only represented individuals.

That is to say

"Mr. McLean, are you too arrogant?"

I don't know who said such a sentence, but it seemed to say everyone's heart. Even McGonagall and flavy, who had been standing aside just now, cast stunned eyes at Maka.

But Marca's expression did not change at all.

"Maybe it's arrogance!" he said calmly, "but some people force me to be arrogant once..."

Marca said this way and glanced at Augustine's man again. But almost no one knew that "some people" in his sentence meant someone else.

In the crowd, millian pulled the brim of her hood and covered her face a little more. But under the shadow of the hood, a pair of bright eyes were quietly staring at Marca's face, which meant that few people knew.

"Marca McLean..." she secretly chewed the name and suddenly pursed her lips. "No wonder the boss would be so polite to him. Just finding my existence, did he see through the deployment of ASA and me for so long?"

Millian was not sure, but she had to believe the sudden change of Maka's attitude.