Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As the sun fades, more and more guests arrive at the Macmillan home.

Everyone seems to know each other, at least most of the family have such a connection. This is the first time Marx knows how complicated it is between the magic circle and the family forces.

In the evening, the golden sunset falls straight through the holly trees outside the back garden and falls into the spacious backyard.

Many of the guests have just come out of the circle of the Ten Pillars and are interacting with each other. This game seems to be quite popular in the aristocratic circle – I heard that Dumbledore also loves the sport.

Marx is naturally not interested in this aristocratic game, and he is now casually arguing with young people in several families!

It didn’t take long for the sun to fall over the hills and the night to spread.

“Mr. Ladies and gentlemen, the dance scene has been arranged, please move the hall -“

After hearing the words of Ernie Father, almost all the guests couldn’t help but feel that even Marx secretly nodded.

After all, this afternoon, I heard people talk about two sentences. It can be seen that the so-called “one of those families” in their mouths has multiple weights.

Marx was trying to follow the crowd, but I saw Ernie’s father beckoning here. Of course, it wasn’t calling him, but Ernie, who was beside him!

“Sorry, Marx.” Ernie said embarrassedly, “My father called me past.”

“Nothing, go!” Marx replied.

He thought about it and turned his head to Reira and Hannah and asked, “Don’t you go to your family?”

Reira shook his head and whispered, “I won’t go! I must talk to strangers again, and I will die…”

Hannah looked at him doubtfully, then shook her head.

Marx shrugged indifferently and took them both to the house…

Compared with the noon banquet, the scene of the dance is obviously more ambitious.

In the wide hall, there are many dining tables on the wall. Food and wine are indispensable, but that is not the focus of tonight.

In the middle of the hall, there are large areas of open space, which is obviously a reserved dance floor for everyone.

In the middle, there is a circular stage that is only slightly higher than the ground. On the stage, a variety of strange instruments are piled up on it – it seems that there will be a band to perform on stage.

On the high ceiling of the hall, a hanging crystal lamp hangs from the top, they maintain a constant brilliance, and the whole hall is illuminated.

The guests were scattered around the dance floor, but almost no one was still chatting with each other, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Marx went to the crowd, and he was a child who hadn’t opened yet. He was drowned in the crowd, and almost no one would notice him.

It can be noticed that Ernie’s father took him at the door, and Avery father and son stood nearby. The two families have quite a bit of a tit for tat.

For a time, the hall with a strong atmosphere of the ball was in stark contrast to the inexplicably quiet crowd.

Just as Marx and other people, staring at the gates intentionally or unintentionally, the door was quietly pushed away.

It’s just a man and a woman who are coming in. It seems to be a father and a daughter.

They are not as meticulous as the aristocrats in the hall, and they can even see that the clothes on them are old clothes washed and washed.

But Marx, who has seen some of the books in the Rowena Chamber of Secrets, understands at a glance that both sets are time-honored ancient wizard robes.

When the father and the daughter entered the door, Macmillan and Avery immediately got together and looked at their polite appearance. Obviously, they all had what they asked for.

When the eyes of most people in the hall were concentrated on the middle-aged wizard, Marx stared at the female child beside him.

Although the image has changed a lot because of the attire, Marx quickly recognized the identity of the female child.

“Charlotte?” Marx couldn’t help but whisper.

One of Hogwarts’ three beautiful women, Charlotte Senior Sister of Hufflepuff house. She is really beautiful, it is especially kind and beautiful, it is very difficult to admit her.

Even Marx didn’t expect it, the carefree, often laughing, and sometimes even “rude” Senior Sister, had such a deep family background.

“I knew that I wouldn’t have to go around the road and take Ernie’s line…” Marx grinned, secretly thinking.

But in this case, he didn’t go straight to the conversation – it was too abrupt, and it would leave a bad impression on the Macmillan family.

But this time it is he is wrong, if it is easy to tie up the relationship between these two people, Ernie’s father really can’t ask for it! After all, Marx is still ignoring the meaning of the family behind Charlotte.

Just as Marx was thinking about it for a moment, the doorway was already talking.

“Mr. Werther, please–” Ernie’s father reached out and invited. “The dance is just about to start. Don’t you come to enjoy the music?”

He was about to wave the band in, but he saw the middle-aged sorcerer he called “Mr. Werther” waved his hand and said casually: “No, I have something to ask to ask to come and disturb, things urgent, everything Can be avoided.”

On the other side, the old Avery’s mouth twitched slightly, as if he was laughing at Macmillan.

“Mr. Werther, since things are urgent, please wait in the backyard! It is quieter and easier to talk about.” He was anti-customer, and he simply put Ernie’s father aside.

“… are you?” Mr. Werther asked as he looked at him.

“Awkward Jim Avery, please feel free to speak whenever you need it.” Old Avery gave a ritual.

“Oh, it’s Avery Family…” Mr. Werther nodded, continued. “If you have more than one person, go to the backyard first!”

He turned his head to his own daughter, Charlotte. “You have to play here for a while, don’t run away.”

“I am not a small child!” Charlotte Hehe smiled, completely disregarding the strange eyes of other people, slaps and slams on the back of Father’s back “pa”.

Suddenly, the guests who had been talking softly were quiet.

Not far from the crowd, Marx looked at Charlotte and felt his eyelids jump.

“Cough cough cough… you this girl,” Mr. Werther seems to have been photographed with a slobber. “I also said that you are not a small child? You are not married to your age, you are married and still so rude…”

As soon as Charlotte heard the words “married,” he immediately turned his face.

“…I have done it, you can walk around yourself.” Mr. Werther waved his hand.

He always takes this baby daughter, there is no way, but can the family tradition be arbitrarily violated? Mr. Werther and Charlotte knew this very well, so they quickly took over the topic.

After Mr. Werther and the two current Ren Family lords left, Charlotte had not had time to sneak a sneak peek, and was surrounded by a group of young sorcerers who were similar in age.

Whether it is their own ideas, or the idea that the family has given them, it is nothing more than a habit of aristocrats who climbed along the way. Everyone has a number in mind.

Marx didn’t have much interest in running around to join in the fun. He thought about it and planned to sneak into the backyard to listen to a few words.

But he wants to go, but some people disagree.

“Hey! Stop, little Junior!”

Marx didn’t feel good. He turned quickly and saw a white hand patted to his chest.

I don’t know if it is a subconscious reaction or how, Marx also reached out and got together.

“pa!”

A crisp clapping sound made the guests quiet again.

Marx retracted his hand, looked at his palm, and glanced at Charlotte, who was standing in front of him, and couldn’t help but blink.

“Oh, good evening!” He opened his mouth and stiffly laughed.

“Reaction is good, little Junior!”

Charlotte also showed him a sweet smile, and then spoke to Marx’s shoulder and turned him around, then slammed on Marx’s back.

“Don’t mess, this is etiquette!” Charlotte Hehe smiled.

Marx helpless sighed, then turned around and put on a squeaky look: “Senior Sister, can’t you be lighter…”

“Okay, don’t pretend!” Charlotte patted him on the shoulder, then lowered his voice. “Help me block, you understand.”

Marx shook his head and said, “You are too old for me, and I want to help you?”

“I can do it!” Charlotte hooked his arms and whispered. “What do you think is the tradition of the nobility? What is the age…”

She said and said, it seems to recall what memories, the voice is getting lower and lower.

Marx doesn’t care about the location nodded: “Well, I understand it roughly… then dance!”

The band entered the game after Mr. Werther left, and the slow dance music had already been played, but not many guests could dance.

At this moment, Marx reached out and invited Charlotte: “I don’t know if I have this honor -“

“No!” Charlotte smiled gracefully, but he began to whisper in his mouth. “I hate dancing! I’m forced to learn from an early age, but I can use it in addition to playing on the spot!”

“At least it can be used to teach me…” Marx makes fun.

He is now focusing his attention and moving his feet following Charlotte’s pace, it’s like a pin. Charlotte stepped back and he filled the gap with his own feet.

Although the dance steps are obviously full of mistakes and omissions, on the surface, they do not give any awkward feeling.

“What new dance is that?” Some guests stared at them and whispered.

“Wrong! You should step forward, don’t move sideways! It’s not right…” Charlotte kept talking.

“But are you not moving sideways?” Marx argued.

“What do I have to do with your side!” Charlotte, while maintaining a steady smile, deliberately stepped on Marx’s foot.