Chapter 945

Melodious music, warm fire, pleasant light and fragrant tea.

At a time when the whole London was just suffering from disaster, this elegant and noble afternoon tea seemed somewhat inappropriate.

From the busy outside to this quiet and comfortable spacious room, this contrast is particularly strong.

Looking at the graceful queen sitting in the exquisite back chair, Maka inadvertently raised her eyebrows a little, and then went with aginbad.

The afternoon tea here today is shared by the old bishop Davidson and Marca's old acquaintance, Mr. schlinger.

Well, not to mention the old Bishop's calm and curious face, the anxiety in scrimger's expression is much more obvious than the other two.

Seeing Maka and aginbad coming together, the queen and the old bishop immediately got up together, bypassed the table and greeted them.

As soon as scrimger saw it, he was a little slow. After a pause, he remembered that he should follow up.

"Good afternoon, three! You see, I've finally invited someone on time!" aginbad said with a relaxed smile. "Oh, Mr. scrimger must know Mr. McLean better than me, so please forgive me for not introducing you two -"

Aginbad first said hello to him, and then said to the old bishop and the British Queen:

"This is Mr. Marca McLean, the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. There are many anecdotes about him. I won't say it now. I think I can talk about it later when I sit down and drink tea!"

With aginbad's introduction, Maka just smiled and nodded at the two "big men" with high world status in Muggle, but didn't say anything for the time being.

When aginbad saw this, he immediately turned around and introduced Maka:

"This lady is the current queen of England. I believe I don't have to describe it unnecessarily. The old gentleman sitting here is the last head of the Davidson family in the British magic world. He has served as the Archbishop of Canterbury in the Muggle world for more than 20 years..."

"Of course, he is indeed a wizard, and he has a lot of research in ancient magic Literature - McLean, I think you should have some topics worth talking about."

Seeing that aginbad had finished his introduction, this time the queen took the initiative to extend her hand and said:

"Mr. McLean, please come and sit together! To tell you the truth, I prefer to sit with your wizards. Because in front of you, I can often relax and enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea time without taking into account my identity and etiquette..."

She said so, but she could still see her "elegance" that had already been engraved into her bones. Although, Marca felt somewhat uncomfortable with this seemingly calm sense of restraint anyway.

At the table with many dessert racks and porcelain plates, Maka casually chose an armchair that could look at the window and sat down. When everyone else was seated, he suddenly turned his head slightly sideways.

"Oh! Your majesty, you seem to have a wide range of tastes in music?"

Maka looked at the record player on the side of the room from a distance, but next to the high table with the record player, there was a relatively low-key record rack side by side.

After a little meal, he went on:

"Well, although I don't really hate Tchaikovsky, if we want to relax more, I think... We might as well start with another song!"

Smiling at the queen and the old bishop, he raised his hand and gently moved his fingers regardless of the two who seemed to be stunned.

Immediately, a record bag jumped out of the shelf, and the records inside slipped out quietly, and in the twinkling of an eye they were replaced under the stylus of the record player.

"Oh, that's --"

As soon as she saw the record bag, the queen sitting opposite Maka couldn't help showing a slightly embarrassed but slightly pleased expression.

When the dance music with light rhythm sounded in such a big room, Maka's smile suddenly became more relaxed and lively.

"Abba's dance queen... I remember my mother loved it when I was a child," he recalled. "Of course, I think she might prefer to enjoy it on the dance floor late at night than at tea time."

"Then your mother must be good at dancing."

At the age of the queen, I can't hear the inexplicable emotion in Maka's tone. So she didn't follow Marca's meaning, but moved the key point a little.

"You may be surprised, but I really like this Swedish pop music of the 1970s," she explained frankly. "After all, I was a beautiful woman before I was a queen..."

At this point, the queen suddenly touched her cheek and then added:

"Oh, I mean - I was."

With the music of early rock style, the Queen's playful and lively joke really leads to a relaxed and happy theme.

After that, even the old bishop, who had always been somewhat reserved, could not help but curl his mouth, as if he were cooperating with the Queen's self mockery.

At the other end, aginbad shrugged helplessly.

"Unfortunately, when I was young, I was not interested in music, and I could never tell whether it was good or bad. Now think about it, if I could catch up with the fashion and think about it earlier, I might have a good hobby!"

"Don't forget, you can at least beat the drum!" Maka spread her hands. "Don't many of your magic rituals in Africa need to match the drum sound? I don't believe you won't --"

"Oh! Drum?" aginbad said regretfully, "I've never seen it as a musical instrument. For me, it's just a magic prop that must be struck at a specific time!"

"This is really a disappointing description."

Maka waved his hand and motioned him to stop talking, which made the queen laugh

After that, except that slinger entered the state relatively late, the other four people talked about various topics very harmoniously.

From Muggle world to magic world, from classical opera to rock music, from one or two joke stories to ancient runiwen, the breadth and jumping of topics are far beyond the limit of Buckingham Palace, a royal place.

"... so the reason Dumbledore likes ten pole bowling is that he is very good at this game. If he changes the high cloth stone, he will not even take it with him!"

When the position of the sun slowly moved from the roof to the upper window edge and was covered by more and more dense clouds again, the tea party seemed to come to an end.

But when aginbad finished this interesting story about Dumbledore's year, and old bishop Davidson and scrimger finally integrated into the relaxed atmosphere laughed at the right time, Maka suddenly threw the half eaten fruit tower into her mouth and chewed it.

Even in the afternoon tea time with relaxation as the theme, his behavior seems a little too rude.

However, the guy who took the lead in proposing that he should be more relaxed became inexplicably serious after swallowing dessert.

The rapid transition from "rude" to "serious" immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the audience.

Only today's skilinger, who was a little slow from beginning to end, still couldn't react as quickly as the other three.

"Huh?"

When he felt the sudden silence in the room, he looked left and right blankly.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you suddenly stop talking... Didn't Mr. aginbad say it very funny? If he hadn't said it this time, I wouldn't know that Mr. Dumbledore would be bad at something!"

Maka glanced at him and shook her head helplessly.

"That's his nonsense - Professor Dumbledore used to be the Minister of the cobblestone club in Hogwarts!"

Then he stopped paying attention to the surprised slinger and looked at the queen and the old bishop Davidson sitting near her.

"You two, it's almost time. I have to go back to San mango for routine examination for the injured later." he said calmly, "if you have anything to say, it's time to say!"

The two people didn't expect that Maka would turn the atmosphere to a somewhat rigid state so abruptly, but they couldn't help feeling relieved because they were almost walking in Maka's rhythm this afternoon.

Really, the young man is really good at controlling the scene, and his weapon is such an unexpected but never unacceptable free turn.

Fortunately, today, neither the witch nor the old bishop rejects Maka's dominance of the dialogue, because they actually want Maka to help.

Of course, if it was Davidson's side, it might add an admiration for Maka's amazing magical power.

"Yes, it's time to say..." the old bishop took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose and suddenly sighed. "Seriously, I really want to be immersed in the relaxed and comfortable feeling just now. Unfortunately, we can need it to reduce the pressure, but we can't rely on it without restraint."

"What should be faced is always to face." Maka nodded, "although I don't hate pleasure."

Hearing Maka say this, the old bishop put on his glasses again and looked at him deeply.

"It's the luck of the whole school and Dumbledore to have you at Hogwarts..." he said faintly. "In that case, you should have guessed what we mean. In fact, I discussed with the queen that we want to invite you -"

"Sorry, I refuse."

Without waiting for the other party to finish, Maka spoke cleanly.