Chapter 321 The Mysterious Lady at the Next Table

( ) Maca's "be careful" was obviously not meant for Mrs. Maxime, she had nothing to be careful about, but the witch behind her was really unlucky.

"what!"

After enjoying the experience of having close contact with a certain part of Mrs. Maxim, the witch let out a slightly panicked cry.

But to be honest, it was just a little frightened by this sudden situation, and she quickly raised her upper body, keeping her face as far away from a dangerous part as possible.

"Oh——sorry, ma'am." Madam Maxim was also taken aback, she turned around quickly, and said apologetically.

But the other party didn't seem to appreciate it. She pursed her thin lips and looked up at the tall Mrs. Maxime coldly. She didn't show any weakness to this frighteningly large woman standing in front of her.

It was only now that Maca had the opportunity to take a good look at that witch.

First of all, I have to summarize the impression that the witch left on people in advance, because the feeling is so unified that people can't help but want to "summarize" without saying anything.

All in all, this is a person who shows a feeling of "stay away from strangers" no matter his expression or eyes, no matter his clothes or decorations.

It may not be correct to say that it is a "noble" temperament; but it seems that it cannot be summed up in a word if it is a "cold" demeanor.

The only thing that was certain was that this witch looked very young, and her skin was well maintained, but she looked a little pale no matter how she looked.

When Maca was casually observing this witch, who was completely opposite to the lively atmosphere around her, Mrs. Maxime, who had waited for a while but didn't see any response from the other party, seemed a little embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am..." In desperation, she apologized again, and even leaned forward a little, "Please allow me to apologize for my rudeness just now, just let me buy you a drink ?”

"no need--"

The other party finally spoke, but the content was extremely blunt.

"I have to admit that a wizard with giant blood would know how to apologize, which already surprised me."

Madam Maxim has always been reluctant to be talked about her blood, when she heard this sentence,

Anger was evident.

"I, I'm just big-boned!" She said angrily.

"Huh?" The other party smiled, looked up and down slowly, and then continued, "Are you very dissatisfied with your bloodline? Of course, of course... This is your freedom, poor guy... "

"you!"

Madame Maxim's mouth was half open, her clenched fists were trembling slightly, as if she was about to explode.

At this moment, Hagrid, who was sitting by the side, couldn't bear it anymore.

Although he actually didn't like Maxim's refusal to recognize his bloodline. But no matter what, there are still very few giant hybrids in this world, and those who can be called his "companions" must always be protected.

In his opinion, Maxim, an elegant witch, is not a bad guy.

"You woman, how can you just comment on other people's bloodlines?" Hageton stood up abruptly, and shouted loudly, "Orim is not 'poor' at all! She is—"

"Hagrid."

Seeing that he was about to reveal his identity if he was not paying attention, Maca punched him in the stomach with all his strength.

Hagrid's words were interrupted, but Maca held his fist and grinned for a while.

This guy really deserves to be a giant half-breed, don't look at him as round as a bucket, who knows that even his belly is full of hard muscles.

"Ma'am," Maca stood up and said while shaking his right hand, "Bloodline has never represented anything. Everyone's life is completed by their own hands... What do you think?"

"Are you asking me?" The other party has always looked lazy from the beginning, but there is still no change at this moment, she said with a hint of perfunctory, "Little guy, I know what you mean...but to be honest, As for the lady next to you, I don't mean to belittle her..."

As she spoke, she casually picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"...It's just that most of the giant hybrids I've seen are lazy and clumsy big guys who can't even say hello."

Although what this woman said was indeed very unpleasant, what she said was actually the truth.

When it comes to giant hybrids, most wizards have this impression. Don't look at the two giant half-blood wizards standing here, but the intelligence of Hagrid and Maxim cannot represent the whole.

In fact, among the giant hybrids that have been recorded, not to mention absolute, most of them are big men with low IQ, and there have been several cases of wounding people.

Because of this, Maca actually understands Madam Maxim's attitude towards her blood. Even the fact that Maxim was able to work so hard and become Beauxbaton's principal was enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

If she discloses her bloodline, whether she, the principal, will be dismissed is really a matter of opinion.

"You're right, but you can't judge a person's bloodline just by their physique, can you?" Maca smiled calmly, "I'm just telling you that no matter what bloodline my companion is, they The excellence is only related to your own efforts, if you want to say—"

As he was talking, he suddenly paused, his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

"Oh, this is..."

Maca suddenly raised his brows, a hint of curiosity appeared on his face.

"Hagrid...and Madam, please sit down first," Maca waved to them abruptly under the dubious eyes of the two, "I don't think this lady did it on purpose, and this unhappiness will let us Let's expose it first!"

After that, he turned around and took his cup of hot cocoa back in his hand, then walked gently to the lady's table, and sat down unceremoniously.

The always gloomy and lazy lady only frowned slightly at Maca's rude behavior, but she didn't show much dissatisfaction.

"Little guy, your behavior like this will make me doubt the 'excellent' one you said."

She was obviously teasing Maca's praise of Hagrid and Madam Maxim just now.

"Really?" Maca shrugged casually, "I thought you wouldn't care about these etiquette offenses, ma'am?"

The other party raised his eyelids and looked at Maca hesitantly, but he couldn't see any deep meaning on his face.

"I don't care too much," she said, "it would take a lot longer if everything was taken into account... Tell me about you! Why, little brother... Are you interested in your sister? "

She turned sideways, changed her posture, and propped her chin with one hand against the round table, looking even more lazy.

"Ha!" Maca smiled and shook her head, "I don't dare to be interested in you—although I must admit that you are indeed beautiful—but to be honest, I can't get over that hurdle psychologically! "

"Oh?" The doubts in her eyes gradually deepened, but her movements became more and more lazy and charming, "If that's the case, then why did you sit down and strike up a conversation with your sister?"

Maca didn't answer her question, but picked up the cup and took a big sip of the hot cocoa - if you don't drink it, it will be cold.

He gulped down the hot drink in his cup, then wiped his mouth and said, "I'm just curious. After all, before tonight, I've never had a relationship with a... well, a person like you The ladies have chatted with each other!"

He seemed to say it casually, but the meaning in it became more and more obvious.

"Really?" The other party's eyes narrowed slightly, and the perfunctory that had been hidden in his tone became much less, "Then what do you think is the difference between me and other ladies?"

"Is it different? Hmm...Maybe it's the point of 'being bored with anyone or anything'?" Maca thought for a while, and then replied meaningfully.

"That's right, that's right," the other party said with a chuckle, "Congratulations, you have found a key point."

It seemed that it was Maca's words that made her finally confirm what Maca meant, but since Maca didn't point it out, she naturally had no reason to speak out.

But at least, the conversation between the two of them had a connection for the first time.

"Little guy, you are very good at observing... If that's the case, what do you want to talk about with your sister?"

Maca knew that she already understood what she meant, and since the other party didn't deny it, he had the right to take it as a hint of "affirmation".

"Actually! It doesn't matter what we're talking about..." He said casually, "Well, let's continue with the topic just now? What do you think about 'blood'?"

In Maca's view, the lady in front of him should answer this question, which is the most correct thing.

But the other party just shook her head, and her long, dull light brown hair slipped from her shoulders to her back.

"It's not easy to answer," she said, "If you want to ask me about other people's opinions, I can say eight or nine, but if you want to ask me what I think... I can only say that the blood of an individual only represents characteristics. .”

She said, took another sip of the wine in the glass, and then continued: "Just like just now, after I heard the lady's apology, I would be surprised-that's because her behavior made me feel uncomfortable again. Learned about a different trait, didn't you?"

Hearing what she said, Maca's eyes subconsciously fell on her wine glass. What was served in that translucent goblet was a slightly viscous and peculiar liquor.

"So, drinking this kind of wine is also a 'characteristic'?" He said thoughtfully, "I don't know what kind of taste it tastes in the mouth of 'you'?"