Chapter 601: Impenetrable White
"Master Blois, it is indeed a bit presumptuous for us to come to visit suddenly, and we may disagree with the ancient etiquette... But since you have never replied to my letter from the Patriarch, the Patriarch was anxiously waiting, and had no choice You sent me to wait here. I don’t know... Lord Blois, what is your attitude towards the cooperation mentioned in our family’s letter?”
When Maca was running to the greenhouse to have a casual chat with Willy and change his mind, there were three mysterious wizards in black robes sitting in the living room of Willy's father.
Well, to say that they are mysterious does not lie in their words and deeds, but simply in their "appearance". The three wizards were all wearing black wizard robes of the same style. Not to mention the monotonous color, they looked old. What's more worth mentioning is that they all put on the wide hoods attached to the robes, as if they didn't intend to reveal their true appearance from the beginning to the end.
Of course, Mr. Blois didn't care too much, because he already knew their identities clearly.
"Trust me, I have read it," Mr. Blois nodded calmly after hearing the question from the leader of the other party, and quickly replied, "The proposal of your Patriarch is indeed very tempting... But to be honest, Regarding that matter, my Bulova family is still on the sidelines, and I am afraid that there is no possibility of cooperation for the time being."
Although he didn't say "that matter" in his mouth, the four people present knew it well. What's more, if there is any major event happening recently, it will undoubtedly be Beauxbaton's Nicolas Baton's Alchemy Legacy incident.
After Mr. Blois said this, the three wizards sitting on the opposite side of the sofa nodded their heads, and then the leading wizard sitting in the middle spoke again.
"...This means that there is no possibility of cooperation between our two families? If so, what is the castle owner waiting for? The sooner our two families form a cooperative relationship, the more we can get Sufficient advantage?"
But Mr. Blois didn't speak immediately, he just glanced out the window first, as if admiring the beautiful evening outside.
From him, he could just see that on the opposite side of the square, a couple of young men and women in the greenhouse were chatting leisurely.
Obviously, what he was looking at was not the scenery outside the window, but the person in the scenery.
After a while, Mr. Blois retracted his gaze and looked at the three visiting wizards again.
"I see," he said calmly, "I will think about it carefully. The three of you can rest for a day in my Castle Blois, and tomorrow I will give you an answer that you can go back to."
After that, he looked sideways at the old butler standing aside, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
"Three distinguished guests, please follow me."
The old butler took a step forward and extended his hand to invite him with great poise.
The leader of the three fell silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about whether it was necessary to stay overnight, and nodded after considering it.
"In this case, I will wait for the good news from the castle master."
After watching the three wizards leave with the old butler, Mr. Blois thought about it secretly. While thinking about it, he stood up and walked to the window on the side of the living room, and then turned his gaze to the direction of the greenhouse at the corner of the square.
"Maka McLean..." Blois whispered to himself, "Who are you?"
Regarding the origin of Maca's identity, it is of course a professor of ancient runes at Hogwarts on the surface. In the eyes of many people, this status is already remarkable enough, but in the eyes of the Patriarch of such a powerful family as the Bulova family, he is nothing more than an outstanding talent.
But just now, the words of the three wizards from an ancient family showed something very suspicious.
Yes, although they never mentioned Maca McLean even a word, but under the current circumstances, it is most suspicious not to mention the existence of Maca at all. You must know that the location of the alchemy competition had been determined not long ago, and Blois didn't think that the other party's family didn't know about it.
You know, the location of the competition has a lot of influence on their "cooperation plan", so how could they keep silent about it?
The only explanation is that the family is still afraid of Hogwarts without Dumbledore. Needless to say, most of the reason for the fear lies in Maca.
However, no matter where Maca came from, now he has completely put his daughter's hope of getting rid of the curse in his hands, and he doesn't want any accidents to happen to this most important thing. Whether there are other identities hidden behind Maca, Bulova no longer cares, he only believes in his own judgment now.
Whether it is self-confidence or gambling. Since he came back from that underground vault last time, he has already recognized the friendship between Maca and his daughter. If he didn't sincerely regard each other as a friend, how could anyone be willing to take such a big risk to rape her? How about breaking into the enemy line? Not to mention that when Voldemort finally took Willie as a hostage, Maca almost killed himself on the spot.
Compared with those invisible and intangible suspicions, Blois believed in his own eyes more.
"McLean, Willy will leave it to you." He looked in the direction of the greenhouse, his usually indifferent eyes softened a lot in an instant.
...
Blois Castle is really too big, and Maca has been doing research in the laboratory before, so he didn't know half of the new guests in the castle. As for Willie who was right in front of him right now, with her indifferent and plain temperament, he would not even know about it.
At this moment, both of them were squatting in a corner of the greenhouse, doing rather boring nutrient treatment for the new soil.
If there is any research in the wizarding world that is very similar to Muggle knowledge, it is undoubtedly herbal medicine. Even if all kinds of strange magical plants are cultivated, the process is nothing more than the set of tending flowers and plants. The details may be different, but the whole is similar.
At this time, Maca was holding a small triangular shovel, constantly turning over a kind of dense sandy soil; while Willy was carrying a thin-eyed sack, adding other fattening substances into the sandy soil little by little.
There are many types of fertilizers in herbal medicine, not only the traditional all-purpose fertilizers that are rich in dragon magic like dragon manure, but also various rather peculiar targeted "fertilizers".
For example, the Rafaela Dragon Kiss grows on the water of dragon's blood, and its corresponding "fertilizer" is dragon's blood. If the blood of other creatures is used, as long as the magic power content and attributes are consistent, they will still grow gradually, but it is not enough to let them bloom.
"Maka, is that enough?"
"Well, almost."
From Maca's arrival in the greenhouse until now, the total conversation between the two of them may have been no more than five or six sentences. Apparently, Willie is still the same, and she can't speak like gold.
But even if they don't speak, the tacit understanding between the two will not be diminished by this. This is enough to see from the fact that both of them cast aside the curse and chose to do things with their own hands.
For Maca, picking up a small shovel to mix the soil, holding scissors to cut branches, this is a way to relax in research leisure. And for Willy, cultivating plants by himself is a rare interest in life.
This is how these two people are, they may be quite different in some respects, but they get along very well in some small places in daily life.
After they each wrapped the processed sand into several sealed bags, the two finally took off their gloves and stood up.
The work in the greenhouse was finished, but Willie didn't seem to have the intention of leaving immediately.
"Maca," she turned around gently, brushing back the silver-white tip of the drooping cheek behind her ear, the whole movement seemed careless, but extraordinarily soft and delicate, "Father said, you...are you a professor? "
Maca was taken aback when he heard that.
Speaking of which, he has been a professor at Hogwarts for a while, and he has long been used to many young wizards calling himself "Professor McLean". But thinking about it carefully, it seems that the time since Willy's suspension of school has been longer.
"That's right!" Maca paused, and couldn't help smiling, "I'm teaching you ancient magic literature at Hogwarts, but... hey, to be honest, I'm actually quite incompetent as a professor."
"Skipping class."
Willie stretched out her slender fingers without hesitation, pointing straight at the tip of Maca's nose. This action, coupled with her bland expression, made Maca find it very interesting.
"Yes, absent from class." Maca shrugged, "But this time, there are really some legitimate reasons. After all, I came back to France for Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts..." Willie repeated the word silently, then looked up at Maca and asked, "Is it the same as before?"
When Maca heard this, he couldn't help quietly recalling the year when he first entered school, feeling a little emotional in his heart.
"Nothing remains the same, isn't it?" He shook his head slightly and said, "Some places have changed a lot, and some places have changed relatively little... When your problems are solved, you can use your own eyes Go take a good look."
"……yes?"
After hearing this, Willie didn't say anything more. She just stared blankly at the pots of flower seedlings on the table next to her, staring sideways with faint eyes, and even Maca couldn't guess what she was thinking.
The last smear of yellow before the setting sun fell silently on the side of her face through the transparent partition of the greenhouse. The golden red color was quietly smudged, but it still couldn't hide the translucent whiteness on her cheeks.
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