Chapter 106 The McMillan House

"It's related to personality?" Harry asked curiously, "Then what kind of personality does my Patronus represent?"

"Smart? Astute? Gentle?" Hermione guessed.

Ron also came up to him and said, "I heard that bucks fight with their horns, but they usually look docile—maybe that's saying, you usually look docile, but you're wild inside!"

Harry turned his head and asked Maca, "What do you think?"

Maca shrugged and said, "I think Ron is right, but I have a better word here—"Man show (Man show)①'."

"What does that mean?" Harry wondered.

"Well, you can understand it as 'secret yet elegant and sexy'." Maca patted Harry on the shoulder, then turned and walked out the door, "The special charm class in this Christmas holiday is So far, it’s up to you to practice more on your own.”

"Hey, Maca!" Hermione called to him, "there's a Christmas dinner at noon tomorrow, and I thought—"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have some reservations for tomorrow, so I'm really sorry." Maca turned her head and said, "My roommate, you know, Ernie McMillan, he invited me to their family's Christmas party— —I've been thinking about it all day. So..."

"Okay, um, then..." Hermione pursed her lips, and her tone sounded a little lower, "Then I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

"Oh! Are you going to have a big meal?" Ron and Harry didn't feel anything, they just looked at him with a little envy and said, "That sounds really good..."

Maca waved at them, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

...

In the early morning of the next day, Maca deliberately chose a more formal dress.

This was prepared when he planned to hold a graduate farewell party last time. Although he didn't need to dress so formally that time, once he chose to step into the social circle, he had to make some preparations.

No, it will come in handy soon.

The McMillan family is one of the twenty-eight sacred families in the British magic world. Although this name sounds very earthy, its meaning cannot be ignored.

Of course, this is all in the past.

Now, among the twenty-eight big pure-blood families, almost all of them are not as good as before. For example, Neville's Longbottom family, or Voldemort's Gaunt family.

And, of course, the Black family.

There is an old British saying, "A bad bush is better than the open field." At least there are a few pure-blood families that are well maintained. Ernie's McMillan family This is one of those.

By the way, Maca went through the fireplace in Hogsmeade.

"I can't figure it out at all, why my Apparation is always wrong..." Maca shook his head, and then dived into the fireplace, "McMillan's house."

Boom!

Tyrande watched the magical flames faintly bubbling from his fireplace, coughing and laughing at the same time.

"Ahem... I modified the structure, it's much better..."

But Tyrande didn't know that just now, the green flame produced by Maca's use of floo powder was sprayed out from the chimney of his house, and several jackdaws who were looking into the chimney were swept into the air together. Ernie's gone to...

When Maca came out of Ernie's fireplace, the hapless jackdaws fell out of the chimney pipe and rolled all the way to the center of the living room.

"Oh, is this a Christmas present from you?" Ernie stood up from the table, curiously looking at the jackdaw that was climbing up in the room.

Maca looked back at the fireplace, but also looked confused.

"Do not,

I think... maybe they just want to hitch a ride or something. He spread his hands, expressing that he was not too clear.

"Okay! Anyway, welcome to my house." Ernie waved to him, "Have you had breakfast? Would you mind a glass of milk?"

At this time, the man who was sitting on the main seat stood up.

"Are you Mr. McLean?" he said politely. "We hear Ernie talk about you all the time. To be honest, you are much better than Ernie."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. McMillan." Maca saluted him slightly, "Ernie also often helps me, and sometimes brings me some supper—you should know, the kitchen is in the Hufflepuff Common Next to the lounge."

"Haha, yes, of course!" Ernie's father nodded and said, "I was also a Hufflepuff, and I always went to the kitchen to find food... In fact, Ernie bought food from me before entering school. I know where the kitchen is."

"This is really a memorable parent-child story." Maca said, walked over and sat next to Ernie, "Just like Ernie told me before, you are a gentle father."

"Did he really say that?" Ernie's father looked at Ernie in disbelief.

"Hey, Dad! It's fine if you don't believe it!" Ernie poured a glass of milk for Maca and put it in front of him, "Stop talking about this, come, try this—from our farm."

The Christmas banquet at McMillan's family will start at noon, and there will be quite a few guests; in the afternoon, there will be a tea party, as well as some messy little activities, where the guests can freely participate and pass the time.

But the highlight is the dance at night, when more pure-blood families will come to participate. According to Ernie, it will be very lively.

"The Christmas ball is rotated by several friendly families every year, but I don't like it very much-it always makes people very restrained." Ernie curled his lips and said, "But it will show the glory of our family, that's all I like it a little bit!"

Soon, guests arrived one after another.

Here I have to talk about the mansion of the McMillan family.

Although the various layouts are very low-key, they cannot conceal their essence, that is, one word - big!

This is a three-story mansion, not many floors, but very spacious. As far as the living room was concerned, it was almost as big as half the Hogwarts Great Hall.

You know, Hogwarts is a castle.

Of course, as far as the residence is concerned, I have seen the Blois Castle in Makarenville's house. In comparison, such a large place seems to be nothing at all.

Maca straightened her clothes, readjusted the position of the bow tie, and then followed suit.

The purpose of his visit this time is more for socializing, especially those ancient pure-blood families. After all, no matter how those families decline, they still occupy a dominant position in today's magic world.

And in his plan, their existence is even more indispensable.

Just as he was exchanging greetings skillfully in the crowd with a smiling face, Ernie suddenly came over with a little girl——that was Hannah Abbott.

"Maka, Hannah's here too—" he said, "don't join in the fun here, how about we go play in the backyard with broomsticks for a while?"

"Broomstick? Now?" Maca asked in a daze.

"Yeah, of course!" Ernie laughed. "Hannah always says she likes to see you on a broomstick. That's cool!"

"No, no... I didn't say that..." Hannah blushed, "Hello, McClain..."

"Oh, hello." Maca nodded, then looked back at the crowd, "Then let's fly for a while."

"That's right, let's fly for a while! The weather is so good today...It just so happens that Layla is here too," Ernie was talking, when he suddenly called out the door, "Layla, here it is!"

Maca followed and looked back, only to see a little girl who looked more reckless than Hannah was trotting towards here.

Did she still bump into one or two people and stop and apologize each time. The distance of just over ten meters made her walk for several minutes.

"... Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Are you—"

Just when she walked in front of Maca, she turned around while apologizing and bumped her head into Maca's chest.

"Yeah - I'm sorry!"

"If you could look in the direction you're walking, you wouldn't have to say so much sorry..." Maca said after helping her up.

"Hey, Ernie is calling me!" She said, glanced at Maca, and then whispered, "Oh! You're not that... um, McLegan!"

"It's McClain!" Ernie whispered.

"Oh! I'm sorry—McLegan." She apologized again.

"Well, although you are very polite, don't you think it's still a mistake?" Maca shrugged.

"Really?" She stuck out her tongue, "Um... sorry!"

McLegan, just McLegan! Anyway, Maca doesn't care much about his surname, and it's no big deal if it's crossed.

"Then let's go to the backyard quickly! The broomsticks are waiting for us!" Ernie said excitedly.

"I like broomsticks!" the little girl followed suit. "Then let's go! Um...McLegan?"

Upon hearing this, Maca could only spread her hands and said, "Yes, my name is McLegan...Let's go!"

Although it is indeed important to deal with those wizard families, there are many angles to start with. To be honest, rather than talking nonsense with adult wizards, it is a good way to make more friends with young wizards.

...

While Maca was busy with his plans, Harry and Ron were unwrapping their Christmas presents this year...

"Mum got me another fur coat with a hood... another maroon one! See if you got one too?" asked Ron, turning his head.

Harry had it too, Mrs Weasley had given him a scarlet hooded leather coat with a Gryffindor lion woven into the front, and a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas pastries and a box of crunchy peanut slivers.

He looked at it happily for a while, and then removed all these things. Then, he saw a large, slender package underneath, and a small, inconspicuous package.

"What's that?" Ron asked curiously, holding a pair of maroon socks in his hand and looking at the big one.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and stretched out his hand.