Maca's "be careful" was obviously not to Madame Maxime, she didn't have anything to be careful about, but the witch behind her was really a little unlucky.

"Ahh

The witch squealed in a little panic after enjoying the experience of making close contact with Madame Maxim's part.

But to be honest, it was only a little startled by this sudden situation, and she quickly raised her upper body and kept her face as far away from some dangerous part as possible.

"Oh—I'm sorry, ma'am." Madame Maxim was also taken aback, and she quickly turned around and said apologetically.

But the other party didn't seem to appreciate it, she pursed her thin lips, raised her head and looked coldly at the tall Madame Maxim. For this frighteningly big woman standing in front of her, she didn't mean to show weakness at all.

It wasn't until now that Maca had a chance to take a good look at the witch.

First of all, I have to summarize the impression left by the witch in advance, because that feeling is so unified that people can't help but want to "sum it up" without saying a word.

All in all, this is a person who no matter the expression or eyes, whether it is clothing or decorations, all of them reveal a feeling of "no one is close".

It may not be correct to say that it is a "noble" temperament; But to say that it is a kind of "cold" demeanor, it seems that it cannot be generalized.

The only thing that is certain is that the witch looks young and her skin is perfectly maintained, but it is a little pale no matter how you look at it.

While Maca was casually observing the witch, who was diametrically opposed to the lively atmosphere around her, Madame Maxim, who had waited for a while but did not see a reaction from the other party, looked a little embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am......" In desperation, she apologized again, and even leaned forward slightly, "Please allow me to apologize for my rudeness just now, and let me treat you to a drink?" ”

"No—"

The other party finally spoke, but the content was particularly unkind.

"I have to admit that it's amazing that a wizard with giant blood knows how to apologize."

Madame Maxim had always been reluctant to be talked about about her bloodline, and when she heard this, she was visibly angry.

"I—I'm just the size of a skeleton!" She said a little angrily.

"Huh?" The other party laughed and looked up and down slowly, before continuing, "Are you dissatisfied with your bloodline?" Of course, of course...... It's your freedom, poor fellow......"

"You!"

Madame Maxim's mouth was half-open, her clenched fists trembling slightly, as if she was about to explode.

At this time, Hagrid, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help it.

Although he actually did not like Maxim's refusal to admit his bloodline. No matter how you say it, there are still very few giant hybrids in this world, and people who can be called his "companions" must always be maintained.

In his opinion, Maxim, an elegant witch, was not a bad guy.

"You woman, how can you casually comment on other people's bloodlines?" Hagrid suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Orim is not 'pathetic' at all! She's—"

"Hagrid."

Seeing that he was about to reveal his identity if he was not careful, Maca had to use all her strength to punch him in the stomach.

Hagrid's words were interrupted, but Maca grinned as she clenched her fists.

This guy is really a giant half-blood, don't look at his whole person is as round as a bucket, who knows that even his belly is full of hard muscle blocks.

"This lady," said Maca, standing up as she shook her right hand, "blood never means anything, and every man's life is made complete by his own hands...... You tell me? ”

"Are you asking me?" The other party had that lazy appearance from the beginning, but at the moment there was still no change, she said with a hint of perfunctory, "Little guy, I know what you mean...... But to be honest, I don't mean to belittle the lady next to you......"

As she spoke, she casually picked up the glass on the table and took a sip.

“…… It's just that most of the giant hybrids I've seen are lazy and clumsy stupid big men who can't even say hello. ”

Although this woman's words are indeed very unpleasant, what she said is actually the truth.

When it comes to giant hybrids, the vast majority of wizards have this impression. Don't look at the two giant half-blood wizards standing here, but the intelligence of Hagrid and Maxim does not represent the whole.

In fact, among the recorded giant hybrids, if not absolutely, there are also a vast majority of large men with low IQs, and there have been several cases of injury.

Because of this, Maca actually understands Madame Maxime's attitude towards her own bloodline. Even the fact that Maxim was able to work so hard and become the headmaster of Beauxbatons is enough to go down in history.

If she disclosed her bloodline, it was really two to say whether she, the principal, would be dismissed.

"You're right, but you can't tell what a person is based on physique alone, can you?" Maca smiled calmly, "I'm just telling you that no matter what the lineage of my companions, their excellence is only related to their own efforts, to say-"

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, and his nose moved slightly, as if he had smelled something.

"Oh, it's ......"

Maca suddenly raised her eyebrows, and a hint of curiosity appeared on her face.

Hagrid...... And Madame, you sit down first," in the puzzled eyes of the two, Maca waved her hand to them very abruptly, "I don't think this lady intended it, let's expose this unhappiness first!" ”

With that, he turned back to his cup of hot cocoa in his hand, then walked gently to the lady's table and sat down unceremoniously.

The lady, who had always been gloomy and languid, only frowned slightly at Maca's rude behavior, but did not show much dissatisfaction.

"Little one, your behavior like this will make me doubt the 'excellent' one in your mouth."

She was clearly teasing what Marca had just said in praise of Hagrid and Madame Maxime.

"Really?" Maca shrugged casually, "I thought you wouldn't care about these polite offenses, ma'am?" ”

The other party raised his eyelids and looked at Maca with a little hesitation, but he couldn't see any deep meaning on his face.

"I don't really care," she said, "and if you do everything one by one, it will take a long time...... Tell me about you! What, little brother...... Are you interested in your sister? ”

She turned to her side, shifted her position, and leaned against the round table with one hand on her chin, looking even more slouched.

"Hah!" Maca smiled and shook her head, "I wouldn't dare be interested in you - although I must admit that you are beautiful - but honestly, I can't get over that psychologically!" ”

"Oh?" The doubts in her eyes were gradually deepening, but her movements were becoming more and more lazy and charming, "In that case, why did you sit down and talk to your sister?" ”

Instead of answering her question, Maca took a big sip of the hot cocoa from her cup - if she didn't drink it, it would be cold.

He gulped down the hot drink in his cup, then wiped his mouth and said, "Me...... It's just curious. After all, I hadn't been with a ...... before tonight Well, a lady like you has been chatting all day! ”

He said it seemingly casually, but the meaning became more and more obvious.

"Really?" The other party's eyes narrowed slightly, and the perfunctory tone that had been hidden became a lot less, "Then what do you think is the difference between me and other ladies?" ”

"Is it different? Well...... Maybe it's 'a little bored with anyone or anything'? Maca thought for a moment, then replied meaningfully.

"That's right," the other chuckled, "Congratulations, you've found a key point." ”

It seems that it was Maca's words that made her finally confirm the meaning of Maca's words, but since Maca didn't say anything, she naturally didn't take the initiative to say it.

But at least, the conversation between the two of them had a connection for the first time.

"Little one, you're very observant...... In that case, what do you want to talk to your sister about? ”

Maca knew that she had understood what she meant, and since the other party had not denied it, then he should have taken it as a hint of "affirmation".

"Actually! It doesn't matter what we talk about......" he said casually, "Well, let's continue with what we just talked about?" What do you think about 'bloodline'? ”

In Maca's opinion, the question was answered by the lady in front of her, and that was the right thing to do.

But the other party just shook her head, and the long dull light brown hair slipped from her shoulders to her back.

"That's not a good answer," she said, "and if you ask me what other people think, I can say eight or nine of them, but you want to ask me what I think...... All I can say is that the ancestry of an individual represents only characteristics. ”

She said, taking another sip of the glass before adding, "Just like I was surprised when I heard that lady's apology just now—because her behavior taught me a different characteristic, didn't it?" ”

When Maca heard her say this, her eyes subconsciously fell on her wine glass. In that translucent goblet was a strange liquor with a slightly viscous appearance.

"So, is it also a 'characteristic' that you drink this kind of wine?" He said thoughtfully, "I wonder what it tastes like in 'your' mouths?" ”