Night had already crept down before I knew it, and the lights in Georgi's bar were inadvertently lit. Probably because there are only two bars here, it gets bustling with people at night.

Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, all those who had a few more drinks let go of the remaining restraint in their hearts and began to talk to each other.

Hagrid, who had been a little unpleasant just a moment ago, quickly forgot about what had just happened after a few glasses of wine, and talked to another local wizard who didn't even speak English.

Even if the two didn't know what the other was talking about, it didn't affect the like-mindedness between them in the slightest, and it seemed that the atmosphere was quite good.

Madame Maxime, on the other hand, seemed to be unable to let go of her apology, and would glance over from time to time when Maca and the other party were chatting casually.

In fact, Maca had noticed it a long time ago, but he really didn't feel the need to hold on to it - the other party obviously didn't take it to heart, did he?

What he wants to do most at the moment is naturally to have a few more words with the lady opposite.

“…… I wonder what it tastes like in your mouth? ”

As she said this, Maca's gaze fell on the wine glass in the other party's hand, and the curiosity implied in her words was not much to hide.

When the other party heard this, he picked up the wine glass without caring and took another sip.

"I can't answer that question," the tip of her red tongue poked out slightly, and she licked her upper lip lightly, as if savoring the fragrance that remained between her teeth, "If I say it's 'sweet,' then how do you know that the 'sweet' in my mouth is not the 'bitter' in your mouth?" ”

As she spoke, she stretched out the index finger and thumb of her right hand, brushed it gracefully over the rim of the glass she had drunk, and then pushed the glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

"Why don't you taste it?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Maca always felt that she was a little naughty when she said this.

Maca was not polite, and with great interest he reached for his glass, held it in front of his eyes, and shook it. In the translucent glass goblet, a dark red liquor hangs a thin layer of viscosity on the walls of the glass.

When he leaned over to the rim of the glass and sniffed it, a rather strong rust smell mixed with the faint aroma of rum immediately filled his nostrils, which made him completely dismiss the idea of taking a sip.

He smiled and pushed the glass back untouched, shaking his head in passing.

"As far as I know, the 'sweetness' in your mouth and the 'sweetness' in my mouth are actually a taste." Maca thought for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, "Would you like something dessert?" I'm in for a treat. ”

"Wouldn't it be a good idea to have a beautiful lady have dessert in the evening?" The other party raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Little brother, I can't see it, you still know 'us' quite well...... You're right, except for this—" she gestured with her glass, "The rest of the taste is the same as 'your' mouth, it's just-"

“…… Not interested? Maca guessed.

"Yes...... Let's just say that! She bowed slightly, "It tastes good, but I don't have much desire to taste it." ”

"Because the body doesn't have a corresponding need...... Is it? Maca muttered to herself thoughtfully.

Because organisms need food to continue their lives, they will evolve the desire to eat - this is the most direct cause and effect relationship, and as for the "taste" of food, it is at best just a kind of "bait" to lure organisms to prey.

This is true for Maca, a "human", and for the "one" in front of him, the same is true.

Truth be told, after thinking about this, Maca became more and more interested.

"Perhaps, there is some unexpected connection between 'us'!" His eyes were fixed on each other, but the focus seemed to fall on the entire group behind her, "I wonder if I'm lucky enough to know your name, 'beautiful lady'?" ”

"What's not to do?" She sat up a little straighter, her chin resting on the table, "Nice Lane San Guina—remember, little brother." ”

……

After that, Maca did not continue to talk to the Lady of Santa Guina, but got up to say goodbye, and returned to the round table where Madame Maxim was.

After ordering some food and eating it in a hurry, they went to the dormitory attached to the back of the bar to rest.

Originally, when Maca and Hagrid came to book a room, Hagrid planned to book two rooms, but at Maca's insistence, they finally booked three rooms.

When Maca heard a thunderous snoring soon ring from next door, he couldn't help but smile wryly and sigh.

"I thought I had expected it, but I still underestimated Hagrid!" He thought to himself.

But just as he was about to put a silencer spell in the room, the hand holding the wand paused, and then inserted it back into the sleeve.

Immediately after, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the black marks on his forearm, and he was slightly unconscious.

It was the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack, and in this mark, in addition to some of the remaining black gas, there were also some magic that had been infected by the black gas and could not be completely cleaned up.

Today, those mana have been almost assimilated by the black qi, in other words, most of the lost mana will not be able to recover.

Thankfully, it was only a small part of the story, and it didn't have much of an impact on Maca. It's just that although he blocked this part of the black qi with runes along with the contaminated magic power, it was still a hidden danger in the final analysis.

At least he wouldn't want to meet Voldemort again until he got rid of it completely.

Even if he didn't think that Voldemort could control this part of the black gas sealed by runes, as long as there was such a possibility, he would not take such a needless risk.

It's just that what makes him a little unbelievable is that he doesn't feel any malice in this black atmosphere. Not to mention malice, even the kind of "negative energy" that all black magic inevitably has, there is not a trace of it in this black air.

In terms of the characteristics of the Bewitching Monument, this has to be said to be a very strange thing.

Just as Maca was thinking about the little bit of magic he had lost as a result of the spell, there was a slight knock at the door of the guest room. In the earth-shattering snoring of Hagrid next door, even Maca could barely hear it.

He pulled his sleeves back up and smoothed them out, straightened his collar a little, and then turned and walked to the door.

"Oh—good evening, Lady Saint Guina." The person who came was the lazy beauty who had chatted for a while in the bar in front of her.

To be honest, Maca really didn't expect her to come.

"Little brother, my sister misses you!"

Before she could invite Maka, she reached out and nudged her on Maka's chest, and walked into the room on her own.

Maca shrugged her shoulders, smiled disapprovingly, and closed the door.

"Ms. San Guina, I don't know what is the matter with the night visit?" As he walked inside, he habitually said, "Need to have a drink—"

He stopped halfway through.

“…… Oh, I'm sorry," he waved his hand when he looked back with a smirk, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a drink." ”

"Really?"

Lady Santa Guina said, winking meaningfully at Maca.

"Of course, of course," Maca smiled as she walked over to the table in the room and reached into her waist, "If you're looking for something new, I've got quite a few varieties here......

He spoke, but his subordinates kept talking, and it didn't take long for a large number of potion bottles to be placed on the table.

"Dragons, trolls, merfolk...... Oh, it's not an empty bottle, it's an invisible beast, I've only encountered it once, don't drink it all...... By the way, there's a bottle of basilisk here, I'm sure you'll be interested......"

Seriously, these are all his stocks, at least half of which others may not be able to buy.

"Oh? Even a basilisk's? Lady San Guina chuckled, and seemed to be in better spirits the more evenings wore on, "Hmm...... It smells so refreshing......"

However, she only sniffed it, and quickly put the bottle back on the table.

"Bothering you, little brother...... However, my sister is picky about food! ”

It sounded a bit ill-intentioned, but Maca thought of a possibility.

"Speaking of which, your last name sounds familiar...... "Marca said, looking up, "is that 'San Guina'?" ”

"You remember well...... said Lady Santa Guina, and suddenly leaned over to Maca's side, her slender fingertips running lightly across Maca's neck.

"Well, do you want to be my first 'male'?" She leaned into Maca's ear and whispered with silky eyes.

"Even a vampire can't live that long...... "Maca smiled and gently pushed her away, "Or do you want to tell me that soaking in the blood of a young girl can really make a vampire prolong life and resist aging?" ”

That's right, the lady in front of her is a complete vampire.

"What, don't you believe me?" St. Guina took a half step back, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face, "Immortality is not the preserve of those wizards, the Muggle world is full of stories and legends that vampires can live forever!" ”

Maca didn't argue with her, but sat down on the chair next to the table and gestured behind her.

"You may be seated! I think...... Night may be your active time, but I still need to sleep a little bit! ”

As he spoke, he repeated the original question softly: "I don't know what is the matter with you coming to me?" ”