Chapter 1138

In the front yard of flint house, the well manicured lawn rippled with the breeze, throwing out bursts of vitality with earthy smell.

Different from the bad impression of the family in people's hearts, the manor where the flints live is not only luxurious, but also has an unexpected tranquility and freshness.

However, at the next moment, a series of spatial fluctuations broke the tranquility of the lawn.

"Oh, is this the other village of the flint family? The environment looks good... Well, look at those oak trees! They grow luxuriant branches and leaves. They are really pleasing... I like them very much!"

As soon as she appeared, Maka couldn't help appreciating it and praised the trees that were planted at random.

Charlotte, who came with him, couldn't help smiling when she heard it.

"Listen to you... My primary school brother, is it difficult that we will change our name to McLean after today?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" makaton smiled and waved his hand. "Although I really want to have my own home, I won't stare at the ancestral property handed down by others for hundreds of years?"

With that said, he would no longer visit other people's manors. If he looked more, he might be arranged by Charlotte!

"Let's go!"

With a big hand, Maka was about to take the lead to the white biezhuang, which was covered by the dense canopy, but before he took the first step, he paused a little.

"Well... There are still a lot of people coming today, but it's a pity that none of them is ahead of us." Maka glanced in the direction of the mountain behind her without a trace, and then said to Charlotte next to her, "sister, you recruited all those people. Don't you go and say hello to them?"

"Hum! It's none of my business whether they come or not? A group of guys who only know how to be timid come to you after all!"

Charlotte has lived in a big family since she was a child. She knows the psychology of those who hear the wind.

On the surface, the witches belonging to the big and small families of the British magic world seemed to be attracted to see the excitement by the news she spread out; But in fact, those people are false to watch the excitement, and it is true to watch the situation change.

Originally, they thought that the disseminators of the news were Maka's, and now they are most concerned about Maka's intention - if the flint family suffers this time, other pure blood families will certainly bring the difficult issue of "whether to stand in line" back to the family conference table while secretly congratulating themselves.

After all, not to mention the outcome of the slint family today, the Malfoy family has really stood behind Maka through a direct attack on Haier Bo's men.

The sudden change of the current situation is afraid to cause another wave of turbulence in the pure blood circle in the British magic world.

Of course, not to mention that Charlotte didn't bother to pay attention to those guys. Even Maka didn't want to point out their existence. After only a slight meal, he took a group of people with him and went on, and soon came to the iron gate of the other hall along the cobblestone path.

Not surprisingly, the flints had obviously noticed that someone had appeared in their front yard, saving the effort of calling people out to speak.

"Good afternoon, everyone!"

To be honest, not many people came with Maka today.

Due to some nominal problems, Maka also called several staff from the Ministry of magic to go with him, and in fact, it was just for a decent name.

As a professor of Hogwarts potions temporarily out of office, Maka came on behalf of the school, which is somewhat far fetched.

But I can't help it. Who let this young master of the flints run to Hogwarts?

During the normal teaching period, few idle people in the school can "do justice" for him! Let alone... Does Hogwarts magic school itself have the right to manage other people's family affairs.

Therefore, Maka came in his own name this time, and it was the "make-up personnel" he wanted from the Ministry of Magic who really had the right to ask about the flint family today.

It's a pity that those who make up are only making up after all - didn't you see those flint wizards, or even look at them?

"Mosel, what do you mean by standing there? Come here soon!"

It was the witch who was surrounded by a crowd across the iron gate. It can be seen that the middle-aged witch was dressed in a sapphire blue velvet robe, and her blonde hair was coiled high, interspersed with exquisite and valuable hair accessories.

There was no need for anyone to introduce her. Maka just looked at her casually and naturally knew her identity as the owner of the flint family.

As for the "Mosel" she called, it was undoubtedly the stubborn boy standing next to Charlotte.

It may be that he always obeys what his mother says. At this moment, the boy almost subconsciously took a step forward as soon as he heard his mother's shrill call.

However, as early as today after fleeing this home, he is obviously not the same as he used to be.

"Mother, I won't go back! Now that I've gone, do you think I'll go back?"

"You -- Mosel! Can't you get through?"

"I said, I won't go back. It's no use what you say!"

"... you boy, don't you think it's enough to lose my face!"

A mother and son glared at each other through their own door. The boy refused to go in. Her mother just yelled and couldn't come out.

In fact, by now, people with clear eyes had seen it, and Mrs. flint didn't dare to come out at all. I'm afraid it's also a very difficult thing for her to bow her head and be soft.

Maka looked back and forth for a while. It seemed that she didn't want to listen to the mother and son yelling at each other. Suddenly, she waved her hand and made a gesture to stop them.

Not to mention, his every move was in the eyes of everyone present. Even Mrs. flint had been glancing at him with her spare light!

As soon as Marca moved, the whole scene immediately quieted down.

"Madam, I don't think you can call your son back today... And if you want to calm down and talk with him, I can testify for you or something."

His voice had not yet settled, but Mosel, the young master of the flints, said immediately:

"She and I have nothing to talk about!"

Maka smiled and shook her head calmly.

"Mrs. flint, you've heard that we don't have to come. It's really because your usual behavior has deeply hurt your son's heart. If no one interferes again, I'm worried... You may cultivate the third dark devil in the future!"

This sentence is not like a joke, which makes many people look slightly changed.

No matter a few Ministry of magic personnel who came with Maka, or the wizards and servants at Flint's house, they all realized that Maka was capping Mrs. flint.

But seriously, if it goes on like this, Mosel's child is forced to be anxious... It's hard to say what will happen in the end with the child's stubborn temper.

"Mr. McLean... Are you... Somewhat alarmist?"

Of course, Mrs. flint didn't want to wear the hat that Marca put on her head, but in view of the other party's current prestige, she didn't want to offend her as a last resort.

The crowd looked at Mrs. flint, who was always domineering and dared to ridicule and scold. The tone of Mrs. flint was rare to drift, and the Wizards of all families who tried to eavesdrop on the situation in the distance couldn't help showing a trace of sneer.

From this point we can see that Mrs. flint is really a failure. If you were born in an ordinary family, you would probably never live to your present age in your life.

However, in Marka's view, Mosel, a mother famous for her violence and pride, is not so unbearable. At least in front of him, the woman obviously has her own discretion.

To be honest, what Maka said just now was very impolite, almost like slapping her in the face.

But even so, the woman in the name of irritability even put away her anger at her son at the beginning, and showed no hostility to him.

So it can be said that Mrs. flint may not be unable to judge the situation at all, but she didn't think she needed to do that in the past.

"Alarmist?" Maka kept his invariable smile and shrugged easily. "I don't think... Madam, your family is supposed to have some ancient wizard inheritance, so you should also understand the close relationship between magic and people's hearts."

As he was talking, he suddenly seemed to think of something and continued:

"By the way, we know - if a child with magical talent is suppressed for a long time but can't be guided, he will have the possibility of becoming a 'silent person'."

"Because only the talent of tyranny can express the pressure in his heart..."

"If the child can become a wizard normally through guidance, there is no way to vent the pressure in his heart. In this way, guess what?"

Maka's handy Magic Lecture immediately attracted a lot of people's attention. In particular, the knowledge he said can not be learned in textbooks!

Hearing that Maka asked a question like a lecture, Charlotte beside him couldn't help wondering:

"What will happen?"

"Of course, it will become a wizard more easily attracted by black magic!" Maka spread her hands, but her expression became cold. "To be exact, it will be gradually dominated by 'negative emotions', and black magic has become their only catharsis tool that adheres to their hearts --"

At this point, he coldly stretched out his hand and pointed towards the gate, with a gloomy face:

"Avada is dead!"

Mrs. flint was so frightened that she sat down on the grass.