Chapter 290 Dumbledore's Private Luncheon

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

When Maca was sitting at his desk in the study, concentrating on looking through the materials, there was a sudden knock on the door.

After he said "Come in" without looking up, Lena walked in with a letter in her hand, and gently handed the envelope to Maca.

"Mr. McLean, it's a letter from Hogwarts." Lena said.

"Hogwarts?" Maca was stunned for a moment, and the quill in his hand couldn't help but stop, "When did it get delivered? Just now?"

"Yes." Lena nodded.

Maca took the envelope, checked it over and over, and then picked up the letter opener from the table and picked up the wax seal with the Hogwarts coat of arms printed on it.

The person who wrote this letter was Dumbledore, and both the format and the wording seemed quite formal. If Maca remembers correctly, this is probably the most official letter Dumbledore sent him since the admission letter.

However, the content of it is really confusing.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dear Mr. Maca McLean:

Letter has been read.

Your wishes are generally clear to our school, and I have personally heard about your reputation and academic achievements. If you are free, I would like to have lunch at the school restaurant at 12:00 on the day of receiving the letter. I believe that those guests who also visited today will also be happy for your arrival.

If possible, I would also like to take a walk with you after the meal to enjoy the colorful scene of the campus garden.

Looking forward to your arrival.

yours sincerely

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

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If this letter fell into the hands of others, no matter friend or foe, they would be confused, but Maca nodded clearly.

"Lena, wait a minute!"

Seeing that she was about to reach the door, Maca hurriedly called out to stop her.

"Is there anything else, sir?" Lena turned around and asked calmly.

"Preparing lunch, aren't you?" Maca said, "I don't need my share, I'm going out at noon—you and Mrs. Weasley should also talk about it!"

"Okay, sir." Lena nodded slightly, then opened the door and left.

After the door was gently closed again, Maca looked up at the wall clock on the wall, then stood up and walked towards the door on the side of the study.

Behind that is a small porch that leads directly to the bedroom, but Maca often spends the night in the study, and usually doesn't go to the bedroom to sleep.

So even though Maca has lived here for a while, the door has hardly been opened a few times.

"click"

Unscrewing the doorknob casually, Maca went straight through the short porch and came to a not-so-big bedroom.

In the past, this room was actually only used as a lounge attached to the study. In fact, its use seems to have hardly changed now.

Walking to the closet on the side of the bedroom, Maca reached out and opened the closet door, and took out a set of clothes that she had barely worn.

"Take today as a preview!"

As he said, he pulled out his wand and flicked it lightly, the old wizard robe on his body automatically untied the belt and buttons, and twisted like a snake...

Not long after, some members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry, Hermione, Ron and others who were sitting in the reception room downstairs, processing documents, heard a regular sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Probably because there are too many people living here recently, everyone is used to the sound of footsteps, so almost everyone doesn't care.

Only Hermione immediately turned her head and looked towards the door.

"Listen to the footsteps, it's Maca!" she said excitedly.

"How did you hear that?" Ron glanced at the door, then looked at Hermione meaningfully.

"Among the people living here, only Maca and Lena's footsteps are very stable, and Lena's walking is even lighter... So,

Definitely Maca! "

Hermione didn't notice Ron's expression at all, she just stared at the door and explained casually.

"...I really admire you." Ron shrugged, "You can hear it... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Maka who had just appeared at the door open his mouth wide, and was so surprised that he even forgot to say the second half of the sentence.

"Maka, you are..." Hermione also said in surprise.

After the surprise of the two of them, everyone in the reception room turned their heads, and then all stared.

The one standing at the door of the reception room at this moment is definitely not the usual Maca who seems to speak and act casually.

Especially the exquisite dark wizard robes on him, no matter the style or workmanship, every detail highlights a kind of low-key luxury.

Leaving aside the extremely high-level design, just looking at the dark green material with a layer of fine scales in the sunlight is enough to make people understand that it is not a fabric at all.

As for what it was, no one present knew it anyway.

"I'm going out for a while. If there's anything important, let Mafa contact me—it knows where I am." Maca nodded with a smile, and continued, "Is there anything else right now?"

"No, it's nothing serious at the moment." Sirius said, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to attend a... um..." Maca thought for a while, "Private lunch?"

"Oh, okay!" Sirius looked at him suspiciously, and then nodded with an inexplicable expression on his face, "I thought you were going to participate in some international award ceremony for the most outstanding wizard with your outfit!"

"Really?" Maca said with a smile, "I'm relieved to hear you say that... I'm still worried about whether this dress can calm the scene!"

He paused, then turned around and said, "Then I'll go first!"

Everyone watched Maca leave with strange eyes. After hearing the sound of closing the door, they all turned their heads and looked at each other.

"It's the first time I've seen Maca dressed so meticulously..." Ron said with a look of surprise as the surprise in his heart still persisted.

"I bet that wizard robe must be extremely expensive!" Mundungus expressed his envy unabashedly with exaggerated movements.

On the one hand, Tonks suddenly asked treacherously: "I said, is McClain rich?"

"Don't discuss it," Sirius waved his hand, "The wizard robes are mostly custom-made, no matter how much you discuss, you can't discuss anything... When will McLean start playing pure-blood wizards? Got a set?"

...

At twelve o'clock in the noon, Maca appeared at the gate of Hogwarts on time. The moment he appeared from the distorted space, he stuffed the penis in his hand into the hole of the wizard robe at a very fast speed. in the pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he greeted Snape who was waiting at the door without changing his expression.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." Maca nodded solemnly to Snape.

"Good afternoon, Mr. McLean." Snape's mouth twitched. "This way, please—"

When the two walked towards the castle side by side, although Snape was always looking straight ahead, the words in his mouth never stopped.

"You are really 'low-key'!" Snape lowered his voice.

"The next period of time will be quite special... My age is already considered a weakness. In order to be able to hold the scene, I must show some momentum that conforms to the mainstream concept, isn't it?" Maca remained calm. replied.

"Clothes are only superficial after all." Snape said, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"I also understand this," Maca nodded slightly, "but in front of the real strength, it's just the envy of the pure-blooded family! Professor, if you are willing to disclose some of the research results..."

"I don't have time to think about that right now," Snape said, curling his lips, "but you're right, if given the chance..."

"I would like to help the godfather of my future child." Maca said jokingly.

But Snape just snorted inexplicably, and didn't say anything more.

Soon, the two came to the door of the auditorium. Maca glanced inside casually, but found that many people had already arrived inside.

In fact, it was a private lunch hosted by Dumbledore himself.

Since the nature is not official, and the invitation letters for other guests did not bear the name of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, today's luncheon can actually be said to be a public weapon for private use.

However, this was a luncheon held by Dumbledore after all, and no one would care too much about it even though most of the auditorium had a certain status and right to speak in the magic world.

In other words, people who care about these trivial matters will not be invited by Dumbledore today.

In the auditorium, Maca has already recognized many familiar faces, but most of them are relatively unfamiliar guests.

He said goodbye to Snape at the door, and then walked into the auditorium with calm and precise steps.

Speaking of which, although the wizard robe he wore today had already been praised by everyone in the Order of the Phoenix, but now in this auditorium, it is not so conspicuous.

Snape had a point in saying he was "low-key".

Because among those extremely extravagant pure-blood wizards, the attention to clothing has even surpassed the pursuit of magic. Those pure-blood families who only care about face but don't care about it, have changed into this vain tone since. .

Compared with them, Maca's wizard robe does not appear to be "high-profile" at first glance.

"Hi, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Under the gaze of many people, Maca calmly walked to the deepest part of the auditorium with a smile on his face. Dumbledore was sitting in the middle of the guest table, talking softly with Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, Mr. McLean." Dumbledore raised his head and greeted cordially, "I'm glad you can come to this luncheon. How are you doing recently?"

"It's okay! I'm very excited to be able to attend your private banquet—you see, I came here today without lunch!" Maca said a cold joke without changing the smile on his face.