Chapter 112 Come and Go in a Hurry

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 consciousness of the protagonist at all.

It didn't take long before they took most of their attention away from the dance.

"...Sister, why are you here?" Maca asked casually.

"I still want to ask you, elementary school boy—" Charlotte smiled, "You seem to like this kind of activity very much recently?"

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 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 understand what you mean..." she said, "but wouldn't you be a little early? I also only started to really get in touch with these things in the past two years..."

Maca curled her lips and said, "When there is no one to take on certain things for you, you always have to do it yourself - for some things, it's never too early."

Charlotte looked at him in surprise, almost speechless.

Both of them spoke indistinctly, as if they were playing charades. But both of them knew in their hearts that they were talking about communication issues in the current situation.

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

Leaving aside Maca's true inner thoughts; at least Charlotte obviously rejected the invisible burdens her family imposed on her.

But these things cannot be solved by resistance.

Perhaps in a year or two, she will have to marry a pure-blood wizard she has never seen before, to continue the excellent blood of the Werther family; or, she will completely bury her heart and use Use strength and means to seize your position in the family, until you are seventy or eighty, and then look for the original self.

Or, give up on yourself, abandon everything, enter the family secret room, and use that taboo to destroy the entire Werther family...

"...Probably it can't be destroyed, after all, someone has tried it before." Charlotte thought about it, couldn't help but lost his mind, and muttered to himself.

"What?" Maca vaguely noticed something.

Charlotte suddenly came back to her senses, with panic in her eyes, she turned her head and glanced at the back door—fortunately, there was no movement there, and her father should not have heard it.

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

"Oh, sorry—" Charlotte apologized hastily.

Maca waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing, but the dance of the two stopped.

"Go sit for a while and take a rest!" Maca said calmly.

After Charlotte sat down, she closed her mouth abnormally and fell into deep thought. To be honest, this is absolutely rare in her who is always cheerful and laughs.

Maca sat across from her, half leaning on the back of the chair, and began to think about her own affairs.

Not long after, when those young wizards were about to come over without knowing it, the door to the backyard was opened. Mr. Witt and the other two owners walked in, but except for Mr. Witt, the other two had complicated expressions.

"Lottie, it's time to go!" cried Mr. Witter in this direction.

Charlotte turned her head, a relaxed and natural expression had been put on her face, and the solemnity just now was gone.

"Sometimes I really can't figure out whether you are older than me or I am older than you!" She said softly with her back turned to Maka, and then walked quickly towards her father.

"Do you know that boy?" Mr. Witt asked curiously.

Charlotte shrugged and said casually, "That's my primary school brother, maybe you've heard his name before."

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

"His name is Maca McClain." Charlotte smiled and said.

Mr. Witt nodded as if remembering: "Oh, that Hogwarts first-year student who invented the 'Fairy Hidden Potion'?"

The father and daughter didn't even look at the male and female wizards who deliberately approached them, chatted as if no one else was there, and walked out the door together, and quickly disappeared at the gate.

In the hall, Maca was almost the only one who was still sitting on the chair. He looked at the bright moon outside the window, but in his heart he was searching for all the information related to the "Werther family" where Charlotte belonged.

To be honest, combined with what Charlotte accidentally blurted out just now, some information can still be confirmed.

"Presumably, it's the 'Witt' family." Maca nodded secretly, then stood up and walked towards Ernie.

Today's primary goal is not on Charlotte, that is purely a windfall. And some of the information he wanted had to be obtained from Ernie.

It's actually not complicated to say, for a question that is not a secret, it has been paving the way for a whole day. Now to ask, today's task is almost completed.

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

He could Floo powder to come, but he was not very suitable to use Floo powder to leave.

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

When Maca came to the side of the road along the stone-paved path in front of the mansion, he nodded secretly, then pulled out his wand from his sleeve and stretched it forward.

Yes, he was planning to take the Knight Bus back to Hogwarts.

It is really difficult to figure out the route of the Knight Bus, especially when you call for the first time, you must pay attention to the direction of the bus.

No, people never follow the road...

I saw a huge bright purple silhouette appearing from the woods beside the road, and the headlights dazzled people. In an instant, it rushed across the road and stopped beside Maca.

It felt as if it was about to hit it!

Maca took two steps back and glanced at the front of the car. The golden letters on the windshield formed these words—Knight Bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stick out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want. My name It's Stan Sampak, and I'm your conductor tonight!"

At the bus gate, a young man with protruding ears was showing a professional smile and speaking clichés skillfully.

"Go to Hogwarts, thank you." Maca put his wand back into his sleeve, and then stepped into the car.

"That's a bit far, yes, sixteen Sickles," said Stein, "but if you add three more Sickles, you'll get a hot chocolate; add four, and you'll get a hot water bottle and A toothbrush, the color is up to you.”

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

"Yeah yeah, but it's the best hot chocolate ever, looks like it's a Muggle brand—that's what Purchasing told me." Stan handed Maca a silver Sickle, then shrugged in agreement Said, "But it's really expensive, and it's a Muggle product... just a small cup."

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

There were no seats in the car, but six beds with brass pillars behind the drawn windows. Candles were burning on brackets beside each bed, illuminating the baseboard walls. There was no one on the bed at the moment, it felt like a chartered car.

"You sleep in this one," Stan said, leading Maca to the front bed, where the driver sat in an armchair just behind the steering wheel.

"This is our driver, Ern Pullan; Ern, this is...well, what's your name?"

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

Ern Pullan, an elderly wizard with thick glasses, nodded at Maca too.

"Let's drive, Ern." Stan said loudly, sitting in the armchair next to Ern.

There was another loud bang, and Maca had to lean sideways on the bed to avoid hitting the bed rail, the speed of the Knight Bus throwing him backwards.

Damn, doesn't this broken bus have a gentler way of moving?

Maca stretched his neck and looked at the driver's hand—well, although there are many buttons of various kinds, this thing really only has one gear!

As the scenery outside the window changed rapidly like a stream of light, Maca gradually got used to it. Slowly, he suddenly noticed various changes in it.

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

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

Soon, the Knight Bus has arrived at the station.

Maca got off the bus amid Stan's farewell sound, and after that, the Knight Bus went away like a gust of wind.

...

Early the next morning, when Maca had just walked into the auditorium to have breakfast, Hermione rushed to him. And right behind her were Harry and Ron.

"Maka, a witch came to you yesterday." Hermione said quickly. "She took Snape away and went to St. Mungo's, saying her mother was ill."

After finishing speaking, she added, "She looks very bad."

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

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

"Oh, that restaurant!" Maca nodded, "Then I should go and see—is Snape back?"

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

Maca could only shrug his shoulders and said, "Okay, then I'll go to Snape's office first..."

As he spoke, he walked towards Hufflepuff's long table.

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

"Did anything else happen yesterday?" He asked casually while holding the food between his meals.