Chapter 1363

That's old taweng!

When Maka saw the old man passing through the camp with a smelly face, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten someone before

"... Enns?"

I remember that in Albania, it was the little guy named "RNs Taron" who moved the seal of the bewitching Monument and mistakenly released helbo from the ground.

Among them, the key is how he untied the seal left by Salazar Slytherin himself?

Maka specifically asked him this question at that time. But in the end, Slytherin began from the secret room and guided him step by step to the deep mountains and forests of Albania.

"Yes, erns, he should also have a snake voice."

Maka suddenly remembered that Salazar Slytherin's magic image that only spoke snake language when she found the small secret room behind Slytherin's statue.

"So that means... Ernst actually has Slytherin's blood?"

Thinking of this, Maka couldn't help shaking her head.

When Haier Bo unexpectedly appeared, he really grasped most of his attention, so that he missed many details in a hurry. I really shouldn't have come now!

Especially for the quite rare surname "taweng", after the stimulation of those memories just now, Maka has thought of a somewhat far fetched possibility.

"Mr. taweng!"

At the next moment, Maka put aside her intention to leave and walked towards the middle of the camp again while greeting.

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Previously, in London, old TA Weng was sent to the refuge point in Diagon lane after Maka happened to meet him. As a "squib" that can't use any magic, although old taweng has a bad temper, he didn't refuse Maka's kindness to follow the trend.

After all, this guy has a bad temper and a bad brain. When he knows that he can't cope with all kinds of dangers at all, why should he refuse if someone is willing to help?

However, after arriving at the diagonal Lane defense line, he still didn't mean to be laissez faire. He was so low-key that he didn't look like the usual grumpy middle-aged man.

Even now, taweng goes to the food supply office in the middle of the camp to get lunch. In order not to crowd with too many people, he even prefers to wait until all the asylum seekers have received their lunch.

You know, food is always limited. In the end, although not without food, those good things must have been taken by others.

"Two sandwiches, a glass of apple juice..."

When he reached the long table covered with clean tablecloth, old taweng asked the staff for food without expression - he could eat half full if he didn't have much, and he didn't mean to ask for more.

Perhaps he knew that his expression might cause trouble, and he deliberately lowered his head slightly. It can be seen that he was trying to avoid all possible troubles.

Of course, just because of some inexplicable self-esteem and pride, he still stubbornly maintained his cold face and would rather spend more time hiding it.

When old taweng suddenly heard that someone behind him seemed to be calling him, his hand taking the food suddenly paused.

"Mr. McLean..."

He slowly turned back and looked in the direction of the voice just now. He soon saw Maka coming to his side.

When Maka got close, he frowned and said carelessly:

"What's up?"

While talking, old taweng didn't have a spare hand. He picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth on the spot.

"Oh, yes... There's something I really want you to know." Maka didn't care about his indifference, because now in his opinion, it may be more of an avoidance.

After a little meal, he added as if:

"By the way, you should be a professor and a 'family visit' to students' parents!"

Although this excuse is rotten, untimely and impractical... As a professor who is leaving his post, where is the reason to make a home visit? And it's still at this inexplicable time.

However, it's all opened by Maka. It's easy for few people to refuse.

"'family visit '?" on the cold face of old TA Weng, there was a hint of subtlety, "well... OK! You can' visit 'as you want... But I can't guarantee that I can answer your questions!"

He waved his hands carelessly, then turned around and sat down in a random place. While eating a sandwich, he assumed an awkward posture of "whatever you want".

Seeing this, Maka had to shrug her shoulders and follow up.

"Mr. Taron, I remember you mentioned to me before that your family was persecuted by Voldemort and you had to take Ernst to hide in the Muggle world?"

"Hmm?" old TA Weng nodded readily when he heard it. "Yes, that's what I said... And if you don't believe it, then think I was talking nonsense... Anyway, it's just a private matter of our family."

"Ah, no, no, I think you misunderstood!" Marca waved her hand immediately. "I believe... Especially after learning something, I think you're probably not talking nonsense."

"Really?"

Old taweng glanced at Maka in surprise.

"What else do you have to ask? In those years, are there few families killed by Voldemort? If you have to say, our family is lucky - you know, compared with those dead families."

"That's true," Ma Ka nodded happily and agreed. "Although I haven't personally experienced that era, I don't dare say anything about 'feeling'... Of course, that's not what I want to say!"

As she was saying this, Maka suddenly turned her head and stared at old taweng's side face and said, "in fact, I just want to say -- 'taweng' is really your family's original surname?"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, old TA Weng's hand holding the sandwich stopped instantly, even his chewing mouth. Although he quickly reacted and chewed again, Maka saw the pause just now.

Probably he knew that it would be useless to pack it again. Old taweng chewed a few more times and swallowed the food into his stomach.

However, he didn't move after him.

"Mr. taweng?" Maka slightly raised her eyebrows. "Don't you... Want to answer this question?"

"I have the right to remain silent!"

Old taweng closed his eyes and simply played a rogue.