Chapter 1788 Maca's Style

"Stop! Don't come here"

It was originally Erich who stood in front of Ms. De Quin, but suddenly, the latter took a step forward and walked around in front of Erich.

Seeing that the gray-robed old man had already raised his wand and pointed it over, De Quinn was not at all afraid. Even if Erich behind her wanted to pull her away again, she insisted on taking a step and did not move.

"Step aside."

The old man did not remove his wand, he just paused for a moment, then pointed at Ms. De Quin and warned coldly:

"Do you think I really believe the young master when he says he doesn't know you well? Hmph, I know who you are. You are the little girl who shamelessly seduced my young master back then. If you don't get out of the way, I'll treat you as admitting your identity." Already!"

Having said that, a sneer finally appeared on his always expressionless face.

"And if that's the case... the matter between you and my young master can also be included in the family affairs of my Brandt family! Then I think..."

As the old man spoke, his eyes suddenly swept across Mrs. Maxime, the old housekeeper and Hermione one by one. He looked at them and said:

"The Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Bulova family, and Hogwarts... No matter how lenient you are, you still can't take care of the family affairs of my Brandt family?"

Obviously, this guy also noticed the purpose of Madam Maxim's trip. Even if they didn't know everything, they could at least guess that they were planning to win over some forces to jointly deal with Haierbo's aggression.

And if there is any dispute at this time, it will definitely have an impact on their plan.

So the old people know very well that as long as they don't do anything radical to touch their bottom line, they also have scruples.

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly turned his head, and with a light wave of his wand, he threw Ms. De Quin aside, and then he was about to cast a spell on his young master...that is, Erich.

It may be some kind of confinement, or some kind of punishment that will bring people pain. He was sent by the old master to protect and keep a close eye on Erich. In special circumstances, even if the other party is the young master He also has the right to do it.

Erich didn't move because he knew that at least De Quinn would be fine today. As for himself... Over the years, has the family punished him less?

Not bad this time.

However, neither he nor the old man expected that under such circumstances, someone would dare to stop it!

"boom!"

A silent disarming spell flashed in front of everyone's eyes like lightning, forcing the old man to subconsciously withdraw his wand, and swung an iron armor spell with his backhand to block it.

In an instant, the sparks generated by the impact of the spell exploded.

"Miss Granger, please"

It was Erich who spoke, but just as he opened his mouth, Hermione stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Before I get to the point, I have to correct what you said just now, old gentleman. Maybe you think I'm representing Hogwarts, but I have to say that I can't represent Hogwarts at all. Here! From the beginning to the end of today's trip, I can only use the very personal name of 'friend' to represent Maca personally."

As she was speaking, she couldn't help but paused slightly, and then said decisively:

"And since I'm representing Maca today, I think I have to act in his style. Otherwise... Well, I don't want to embarrass him in front of others."

"McLean's style?"

To be honest, Hermione's sudden change made Erich feel a little confused. Although he has a lot of information about Maca in his head, but for a while,

It seems impossible to sum up a so-called "acting style" as a reference.

On the other hand, the old man in gray robe didn't know much about the "Maca" that Hermione was talking about. Therefore, when he saw Hermione's sudden strength, he directly understood what she meant.

"Maka? Maca McLean?" the old man said, "Yes, I've heard that a young man who can fight ancient black wizards...Obviously, if he appears in front of me in person, then I can't say I can only retreat silently. But this lady, if it is you."

"How about 'my words'?" Hermione stared at him bluntly, holding the wand in her hand, "Yes, compared to Maca, my strength is nothing to mention. But you didn't Listen to me? Today...but I will never embarrass him!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone hadn't reacted yet, but the gray-robed old man seemed to suddenly lose his feet, and knelt down on the spot with his hands on the ground. Look at that appearance, people who don't know think he is giving a big gift to everyone!

"you you!"

Heaviness, unparalleled heaviness, this is not a weight that he can bear at this age. The old man was already at his limit just holding on and not lying on the ground. He tried several times, but he couldn't stand up.

"This is... ancient magic? Why..."

After all, it is a big family with a long heritage, so there is still some insight. It's just that he didn't understand why Hermione's magic was so unpredictable. If the other party had really practiced ancient magic to the point where he could use his fingers, then he really had nothing to say.

But he didn't notice that as early as the moment he stretched out his wand towards Erich, someone dropped an inconspicuous piece of paper at his feet.

At such a close distance, Hermione didn't even need to deliberately control it, just throw it casually.

"Old sir," Hermione said still politely, "put down your wand, and then I can let you go back to the family to report to your patriarch. It's very simple, isn't it?"

"...Okay, I understand."

The old man fell on the ground with a tense face, and finally gave in and let go of the wand in his hand. Hermione watched the wand roll to the side, then removed the gravity rules, and watched the other party struggle to straighten up again.

Then, the old man gave Erich and De Quinn another meaningful glance, then turned and walked towards the door of the living room.

"Remember to tell your Patriarch that we will be waiting in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic! I, Hermione Granger, will take care of Ms. DeQuinn!"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the moment he opened the door, she saw him throw something to this side, and then rushed out of the door.

"Okay, just wait!"

At the same time as these words sounded outside the door, a red glow suddenly flashed across the hall, and several black shadows suddenly flew towards Hermione's direction.

This old guy, who just pretended to give in just now, did such a trick before he left.