Chapter 1362 Old Rascal

That's old Taung!

When Maca saw the old man walking between the camps with a stinky face, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten someone before...

"... Ens?"

I remember back in Albania, it was the little guy named "Ens Tavon" who moved the seal of the Bewitching Monument and released Hai Erbo from the ground by mistake.

And among them, the most critical part is how he unlocked the seal left by Salazar Slytherin himself?

Maca specifically asked him this question at the time. But in the end, it was Slytherin who led him step by step from the secret room to the deep mountains and old forests in Albania.

"That's right, Ens should also be able to speak Parseltongue."

Maca suddenly remembered the magical image of Salazar Slytherin who only spoke Parseltongue when he discovered the small secret room behind the Slytherin statue.

"So that means... Ins actually has the blood of Slytherin?"

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help shaking his head.

When Hai Erbo unexpectedly appeared in the world, it really captured most of his attention, so that many details were missed in a hurry. Thinking about it now, it really shouldn't be!

Especially for the rather rare surname "Ta Weng", after being stimulated by those memories just now, Maca has already thought of a somewhat far-fetched possibility.

"Mr. Taon!"

The next moment, Maca put aside his plan to leave for the time being, and walked towards the middle of the camp again while saying hello.

...

Previously in London, the old Ta Weng was sent to the refuge in Diagon Alley after Maca happened to meet him. And as a "squib" who can't use magic at all, although the old Ta Weng has a bad temper, he didn't reject Maca's good intentions to follow the trend.

After all, this guy has a bad temper, but he is not stupid. When he knew that he could not cope with all kinds of dangers, since someone was willing to help, why would he refuse?

But after going to the defense line of Diagon Alley, he still didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, and he was so low-key that he didn't look like the usual irritable middle-aged man.

including now,

Ta Weng went to the food supply place in the middle of the camp to collect his lunch, and in order not to be crowded with too many people, he even preferred to wait until all the asylum seekers had finished receiving their lunch.

You know, food is always limited. In the end, although there is no need to eat, those good things must have been taken by others.

"Two sandwiches, a glass of apple juice..."

Walking to the long table covered with clean tablecloths, the old Ta Weng asked the staff for food with a blank expression—there was not much food, and he could only eat half full, and he had no intention of asking for more.

Perhaps because he knew that his expression might cause trouble, he deliberately lowered his head slightly, which showed that he wanted to avoid all possible troubles from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, just because of some kind of inexplicable self-esteem and pride, he still stubbornly maintained that cold face, and would rather spend more effort to hide it.

And when the old Ta Weng suddenly heard that someone behind him was calling him, his hand that took the food stopped suddenly.

"McLean... sir?"

He turned his head slowly, looked in the direction where the voice came from just now, and soon saw Maca walking towards him.

When Maca got close, he frowned, and said quite casually:

"Is there a problem?"

While talking, Old Ta Weng didn't keep his hands idle, he picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth on the spot.

"Oh, yes... There is indeed something I want to ask you to understand." Maca didn't care about his contempt, because now, in his opinion, it may be more of a kind of avoidance.

After a short pause, he then added as if:

"By the way, you are a professor, a 'family visit' to the parents of the students!"

Although this excuse is pretty bad, it's inappropriate and impractical... How can he have a reason for a home visit for a professor who is leaving his job? And it happened at such an inexplicable timing.

However, no matter how you say this, it was all Maka's mouth, and there are really few people who can refuse it easily.

"'Family visit'?" Old Ta Weng's cold face suddenly became more delicate, "Well... okay! You can 'visit' as you want...but I can't guarantee it , I will be able to answer your questions!"

He waved his hands indiscriminately, then turned his head and found a place to sit down at random, gnawing on a sandwich while posing an awkward posture of "whatever you want".

Seeing this, Maca had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, and then followed.

"Mr. Taon, I remember you mentioned to me before that it was because your family was persecuted by Voldemort that you had to take Erns to hide in the Muggle world?"

"Huh?" Old Ta Weng nodded readily when he heard it, "Yes, I said so...and if you don't believe me, then just think I was talking nonsense...Anyway, that It's just a private matter of our family."

"Ah, no, no, I think you misunderstood!" Maca waved his hand immediately, "I believe...especially after learning some things, I think you are probably talking nonsense."

"yes?"

When the old Ta Weng heard this, he glanced at Maca in surprise.

"Then what else do you have to ask? In those few years, were there few families who were killed by Voldemort? If you have to say, our family is still lucky-you know, and those who died Families compared."

"That's true," Maca nodded happily, agreeing, "Although I haven't personally experienced that era, so I don't dare to say something 'feeling'...Of course, what I want to say is either this or Already!"

Just as he was talking, Maca suddenly changed the subject, turned his head to stare at the side face of old Ta Weng and said: "Actually, I just want to say——the surname 'Ta Weng' is really your family's original surname." ?"

As soon as these words came out, old Ta Weng's hand holding the sandwich stopped instantly, and even his mouth, which was chewing, paused for a moment. Although he reacted quickly and started chewing again, Maca noticed the pause just now.

Probably because he knew that it would be useless to put it on any longer, the old Ta Weng chewed a few more times, and swallowed the food in one gulp.

However, following him he stopped moving.

"Mr. Ta Weng?" Maca raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are you... don't want to answer this question?"

"I have the right to remain silent!"

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