In the hall of McMillan's house, most people are staring at Maca and Charlotte, but the two who are the center of sight have no sense of the protagonist.

It didn't take long for them to take most of their attention off the dance steps.

“…… Sister, how did you get here? Maca asked casually.

"I want to ask you, junior—" Charlotte laughed, "you seem to be enjoying this and that kind of activity lately?" ”

Maca knew that she was talking about the last graduation party!

He shook his head slightly, and said half-truthfully, "I didn't do it just because I wanted to...... I think you should be able to understand what I'm talking about. ”

Charlotte pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"I see what you mean...... "but aren't you going to be early?" It's only been until the last two years that I've really started to get involved with these things......"

Maca pouted and said, "When there is no one to take on certain things for you, you always have to do it yourself—some things are not too early in advance. ”

Charlotte looked at him in amazement, almost speechless.

The words of the two were indistinct, as if they were playing a dumb riddle. But both of them knew in their hearts that they were talking about the communication problems in the current scene.

In front of both of them, there are many things that have to be faced.

Let's not mention what Maka's heart really thinks; At least Charlotte was clearly rejecting the invisible burdens that her family had forced on her.

But these things can't be solved by resistance.

Maybe in a year or two, she will have to marry a pure-blood wizard she has never seen before, and continue the excellent bloodline of the Werther family; Or, she completely buried her heart, and used strength and means to seize her position in the family, until she was seventy or eighty, and then came to find the original self.

Or, give up on yourself, leave everything behind, go into the family secret room, and use that taboo to destroy the entire Werther family......

“…… I guess I can't destroy it, after all, someone has tried it. Charlotte thought about it, and couldn't help but be distracted, and muttered to herself.

"What?" Maca vaguely sensed something.

Charlotte suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes showing a hint of panic, and she turned her head sharply to look at the back door - fortunately, there was no movement there, and her father should not hear it.

Because she turned back inexplicably, Maca was thrown in the face by her long hair.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" Charlotte quickly apologized.

Maca waved her hand to indicate that it was nothing, but the dance between the two stopped.

"Go sit down for a while and get some rest!" Maca said calmly.

As soon as Charlotte sat down, she uncharacteristically closed her mouth and fell into deep thought. To be honest, this is definitely rare in her, who is always cheerful and loves to laugh.

Maca sat across from her, half-leaning back in her chair, and began to think about her own business.

A short time later, just as the young wizards were about to come in uninterestingly, the door to the backyard was opened. Mr. Witt and the other two heads of the house walked in, except for Mr. Witt, the other two with mixed expressions.

"Lottie (1), it's time to go!" Mr. Witt shouted in this direction.

Charlotte turned her head, her face had changed to a relaxed and natural expression, and she no longer had the solemnity she had just now.

"Sometimes I really can't figure out if you're older than me or if I'm older than you!" She whispered with her back to Maca, and then walked briskly to her father's side.

"Do you know that boy?" Mr. Witte said curiously.

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and said casually, "That's my junior brother, I'm sure you've heard his name too." ”

"Oh?" Mr. Witte was even more curious.

"His name is Marca McLean." Charlotte smiled and said.

Mr. Witt nodded wistfully, "Oh, that first-year Hogwarts student who invented the 'Immortal Elixir'?" ”

The father and daughter didn't look at the witches and wizards who were deliberately coming to them, chatted as if no one was around, walked out the door together, and soon disappeared at the gate.

In the hall, Maca was almost alone in her chair. He looked at the bright moon outside the window, but his heart was searching for all the information related to the "Werther family" where Charlotte belonged.

To be honest, judging from the words Charlotte accidentally blurted out just now, some information can still be confirmed.

"Presumably, it's the 'Werther' family." Maca nodded to herself, then stood up and walked over to Ernie.

The primary purpose today was not Charlotte, it was a windfall. And some of the information he wanted, he still had to start with Ernie.

It's not that complicated to say, and for a question that's not a secret, it's been a whole day. Now go and ask, today's task is almost complete.

Half an hour later, Maca said goodbye to Ernie's father and left Macmillan's mansion.

He can use Floo Powder, but he is not very suitable for leaving with Floo Powder.

At least, it's really not suitable in front of so many people - the scene when he uses Floo Powder is too "eye-catching".

As Maca walked down the stone-paved path in front of the mansion to the side of the road, he nodded to himself, then pulled his wand out of his sleeve and stretched it forward.

That's right, he's going to take the Knight Bus back to Hogwarts.

It's hard to know where the rider bus is going, especially when you're calling for a taxi for the first time, and you're definitely paying attention to the direction of the incoming bus.

No, people never follow the road......

I saw a huge bright purple silhouette emerge from the trees on the side of the road, and the headlights dazzled. In an instant, it sprinted across the road and stopped beside Maca.

It felt like it was going to hit it!

Maca took two steps back and glanced at the front of the car, where the golden letters on the windshield made up the words "Knight Bus".

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stretch out your wand and get in the car, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My name is Stan Sanpark, and I'm your conductor tonight! ”

At the door of the bus, a young man with a pair of smuggling ears was putting on a professional smile and speaking competently.

"Go to Hogwarts, thank you." Maka slipped her wand back into her sleeve and stepped into the car.

"That's a bit far, yes, sixteen silvers," Stan said, "but if you add three more silvers, you'll get a cup of hot chocolate; Add four and you'll get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, the color of your choice. ”

"No need." Maca pulled out a gold Galleon, "But let me tell you, the hot chocolate in your car is quite expensive." ”

"yes, yes, but it's the best hot chocolate, it looks like a Muggle brand - that's what the purchasing department told me." Stan gave a silver sico to Maca, then shrugged his shoulders and agreed, "It's expensive, though, and it's a Muggle product...... Just a small glass. ”

He stretched out his hand and compared, and it seemed small.

There were no seats in the car, and behind the curtain-closed windows sat six beds with brass posts. Candles are lit on the brackets next to each bed, illuminating the walls of the car with wainscoting. There was no one on the bed at this time, and it was like a chartered bus.

"You sleep on this." Stan said, bringing Maca to the front bed, where the driver sat in an armchair in front of the steering wheel.

"This is our driver, Ernne Poran; Erne, this is ...... Well, what's your name? ”

"Just call me Maca, sir." Maca nodded to the driver.

Ernne Puran, an older wizard with thick glasses, nodded at Maca.

"Get behind the wheel, Ernne." Stan sat in the armchair next to Erne and spoke aloud.

There was another loud thud, and Maca couldn't help but lean sideways on the bed to avoid hitting the bed bar, the result of the speed of the knight's bus throwing him backwards.

It's really damn bad, doesn't this broken bus have a gentle way to move?

Maca craned her neck to look into the driver's hand - well, there were a lot of buttons, but there really was only one gear!

As the scenery outside the window changed like a streamer, Maca gradually got used to it. Slowly, he suddenly noticed the changes.

"This thing really can't be ignored......" Maca looked at everything around her, trying to deduce some magic from it.

But the speed of the bus was not destined to leave him much time.

Soon, the knight bus had arrived.

Maca gets off the bus to Stan's farewell, and the knight bus heads away like a gust of wind.

……

The next morning, when Maca had just walked to the auditorium to get ready for breakfast, Hermione hurried to him. And right behind her were Harry and Ron.

"Maka, a witch came looking for you yesterday." Hermione said quickly, "She sent Snape away to St. Mungo, saying that her mother was sick. ”

After saying that, she added, "She doesn't look good." ”

"Looking for me? Who? Maca thought about it, but didn't think of anyone.

"She said you're a guest at her restaurant!" Harry said.

"Oh, that restaurant!" Maka nodded, "Then I should go check it out—is Snape back?" ”

At this point, all three of them shook their heads.

Maca shrugged her shoulders and said, "Okay, then I'll go to Snape's office and have a look later......"

He said as he walked over to the Hufflepuff table.

"But at least you have to fill your stomach first, don't you?" Maca said, choosing an empty plate on the table and getting some vegetable salad or something.

"Was there anything else that happened yesterday?" He asked casually as he sandwiched his food between the clips.