Chapter 176 Charlotte's Annoyance

The streets of London are always wet, and water can be seen everywhere on the roads that are not yet smooth.

Passers-by came and went in a hurry, and most of them habitually held an umbrella in their hands. Living in this perennial rainy city, you need to be on guard, don't you?

This year's London is generally quite cold, maybe, this time the Muggles living in London can have a Christmas wrapped in white.

Maca was wearing a thick wool coat, carrying a black umbrella like other Muggles, and walked forward calmly.

Most of the roadside shops are closed. It seems that when people have been busy for a whole year and now need to rest, these shops can't care about making money.

Everyone is waiting for Christmas.

All the hustle and bustle of the wizarding world cannot be disturbed in the world of Muggles, which is always so harmonious and peaceful.

Suddenly, Maca, who had been walking forward calmly, turned a corner and came to an old-style residential area.

The environment here is obviously darker than the street outside. The old walls are covered with creepers, and there are large patches of damp moss in the corners.

When Maca passed by a dark alley, he could vaguely see a few fat mice rushing into the gutters that can be seen everywhere in London.

Without hesitation, he kept walking forward, leaving one old house after another behind.

Soon, he stopped in front of a three-story apartment house.

The erratic rainfall all year round makes the houses a little dark and makes everything look dirty, especially for old houses.

The door of the apartment was open, and the large wooden door with faded paint was being eroded and rotted little by little under the repeated washing of rainwater, exuding a strange smell that could not be described as unpleasant.

Maca lifted her leg and walked in through the door.

There is a doorman's room on the right side of the entrance, but it is obvious that there has been no doorman for a long time, and the inside is empty, with only a broken wooden chair standing alone behind the reception window.

Maca just glanced at it subconsciously, and then walked towards the front stairs.

When he went all the way to the third floor and was walking into the slightly dim corridor, a door opened.

"Oh it's a new face, boy... are you here to look at the house?"

A shriveled little old man came out from behind that door. He pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, but still squinted his eyes to look carefully at Maca.

"It's not bad here. The landlord is very polite, but he always likes to chatter... As you get older, you always want to talk more while you can, don't you?"

Maca shook her head and said, "Old man, I'm here to visit a friend of mine. She lives here, and she just moved here not long ago."

"Really?" The little old man thought for a while, "Oh, it's the little girl surnamed Werther, right? She looks pretty and has a good heart, but she lives in poverty..."

Maca said calmly: "This is the life she chose..."

After all, he bid farewell to the old man and walked further into the corridor.

"I made a good choice... In this life, how many times do you have the chance to choose..." From behind him, the little old man murmured vaguely.

"Boom boom"

Not long after, Maca came to the door of Room 306, and he knocked lightly on the dilapidated wooden door that was not much better than the door of the apartment downstairs.

"Who is it?" A crisp and sweet voice sounded from behind the door, with a faint hint of sleepiness.

"It's me, McClain...it's getting late, get up, senior." Maca responded in a relaxed tone.

Suddenly, there was a silence in the room, and then he heard a rush of footsteps.

With a "creak", the wooden door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and a sweet breath rushed towards Maca who was standing at the door.

"Yeah!" "Bang!"

There was another exclamation, and the wooden door was closed again.

Maca took a step aside with a complex expression, trying to erase the scene he had accidentally seen just now from his memory. He subconsciously looked into the corridor, but saw the little old man nodding at him with a clear expression, and then went towards the stairs.

Who would have thought that an adult beauty would be so careless? How dare you rush over to open the door for him in such loose pajamas!

"Caught off guard... No, this is impossible to guard against..." Maka rubbed his forehead helplessly.

After a while, the door was opened again, and Charlotte, who was already fully dressed, finally officially appeared in front of Maca.

"Primary boy...you didn't see anything just now, did you?" Charlotte still had a slight blush on her cheeks, but on the surface she was obviously unwilling to admit defeat, "If you see something you shouldn't see, I will I'll beat you until you lose your memory!"

She raised her white fist and threatened bravely.

"You covered the room so dark, what can I see... What happened just now? The door opened and closed..." Maca cooperated with her and naturally pretended to be confused.

"...It's up to you! I'm just trying to see if the door is closed well..." Charlotte waved her hand, "What are you doing standing there, come in!"

"Snapped!"

Maca walked past her and slapped him firmly on the back with a customary slap.

"Senior sister, can't this habit be changed?" He casually looked at the environment in the room while talking, but found that there seemed to be nothing interesting.

Apart from a small round table and a chair, there is only a wardrobe and a bed here.

On the south-facing wall, the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate. In the whole room, only an antique oil lamp from nowhere was flickering faintly.

"A habit is a habit, you can't change it! If you don't want to, find a way to make yourself willing to go..." Charlotte said, and slapped Maca on the back again.

"Okay, I'm willing..." Maca nodded again and again, "Senior sister, what are you doing to make the room so dark?"

"The air outside is so humid, it's a little bit less to come in! It's enough to change the air once a day at noon." Charlotte said, walked directly to her bed and sat down, "Sit down too, here! You are a guest, so I will give you the only chair, how is senior sister doing to you?"

"Okay, great."

"Why do you think of my place today? It's just such a crappy room, there's nothing to see here..." When she said this, she suddenly smiled and said, "Why, seeing the beautiful senior sister living alone, do you want to plot something wrong? "

"Yeah, it's a conspiracy," Maca shrugged. "I just came to find out about some things, and I also want to see how happy the big beautiful senior sister flying in freedom is."

"Then you saw it! I had nothing, lived a miserable and poor life, and pointed to the gap in the roof opposite. A crack was clearly visible on the ceiling.

Seeing her talking so badly, Maca nodded instead.

"Well, it's good, as long as you are happy." He said, "This kind of ordinary life will always calm people's hearts... Speaking of which, have you found a job yet?"

Charlotte stared at him for a while, then blinked and said: "It's hard to find! It's too difficult for a person who came out of nowhere to find a regular job... Elementary school boy , you just said that you want to find out something from me?"

"Yes!" Maca hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Maybe I shouldn't mention this when you are quietly enjoying your freedom, but does your family have a magic book called that?"

Charlotte's face changed suddenly, she was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head.

"...Do you want it too?" She pursed her lips, "Yeah, it's not a secret, but...that's not something ordinary wizards should touch, believe me, that magic book will To bring a terrible disaster to anyone."

"I know, demon summoning and demon sacrifice... In fact, disaster may have come." Maca said in a deep voice.

Charlotte glanced at Maca hesitantly.

"Father also mentioned this matter... Is this true?" She looked a little disturbed. "The last time I went to McMillan's house was to issue a search order."

"Don't you know?" Seeing her ignorant look, Maca couldn't help asking.

"I've never taken the initiative to learn about family affairs...it's too late to hide!" Charlotte shook her head again and again, "It seems that you probably know more than me."

"I'm sorry, senior. I shouldn't have come to talk to you about this, causing you to recall these messy things..." Maca thought carefully for a moment, then suddenly put aside the topic just now, "In order to express my apology, I'll treat you to a meal!"

Charlotte curled her lips and said, "Do you want to dismiss me after a meal?"

"Then two meals!" Maca spread her hands and said.

It seemed to be raining again outside, with a continuous patter. The howling wind blows back and forth between the buildings with icy raindrops, cleaning the air clean over and over again.

Around the crack in the corner of the ceiling, layers of watermarks spread out again as if they would never dry out.

To be honest, this kind of terrible environment is quite close to the bottom of the Muggle world. In a metropolis like London, it is just an inconspicuous corner. But even such a poor life is the "true freedom" that Charlotte can't ask for.

However, when a bird trapped in a cage wants to find freedom, how can it be so easy to find?

"Primary brother, do you know?" She looked at Maca who was walking in front, and said quietly in her heart, "I don't have much time to enjoy this hard-won 'freedom'."