Chapter 835 Don't Want to Dance

"Disasters always come unexpectedly with the passage of time, and we... are all small. When bad luck comes to us, all we can do is to wait silently."

"Ma'am, let go of the obsession in your heart! Let go..."

Sybill Trelawney, who is sitting in the crowd and divination for a certain witch, is the professor of divination at Hogwarts. Of course, on weekdays, her words can basically be ignored, because most of the time she is talking nonsense.

But it would be incorrect to say that she has no real skills.

Back then, Trelawney was also the professor that Dumbledore personally interviewed. She relied not only on her grandmother, the former famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney, but also because she made a real prophecy in front of Dumbledore during the interview .

It's a pity that things like bloodlines will weaken with the passing of generations. It is naturally more difficult to pass on things like the bloodlines of the prophets who specifically select female offspring to wake up.

In addition, Sybil is a mixed blood, and the bloodline from her father has been weakened to a certain extent...

Yes, fundamentally speaking, the achievements of wizards do not actually value bloodlines, and Muggle-born wizards also have almost equal room for growth.

But in some specific respects, the evil blood theory that hinders the progress of the magic world may not necessarily be nonsense.

"Yes... relax, don't be nervous, relax... You have to believe that when you treat people with sincerity and live a stable life, the bad luck that was staring at you will quietly disappear..."

This is the first time Maca has heard that bad luck will take care of good people. It's just that, like Trelawney's persuasive ending, it is also a desirable behavior.

"Oh, I see, Ms. Trelawney! I will do as you say..." The witch nodded at Trelawney repeatedly, and then said, "By the way, that... although I know Talking about Jin Gallon at this time may be a bit...but how much should I pay you?"

"Well, there is always a price for the prophet to reveal the future... But you don't have to worry about it, just give it whatever you want."

Seeing that the witch took out two stacks of Galleons from her pocket and put them in front of Trelawney, Maca decided to take back the evaluation just now... yes, at least half of it.

But at this moment, Trelawney suddenly raised her head and looked at Luna who was standing not far away.

Luna was with Harry and the others right now, but Harry and Hermione were closer to Walpole and the vampire Cindy, and Luna, who was at the end, was about to stand by Trelawney's table.

"Miss Lovegood?" The divination professor seemed a little happy when he saw Luna, "Come on, come and sit beside me...you can feel it while I do the divination."

In third grade, Luna had divination as an elective.

Although her grades in divination were not very good, her ethereal eyes and unrestrained words always appealed to Trelawney.

It's just that in Maca's view, Trelawney liked Luna so much that she probably wanted to train her to be a magic stick like herself.

"I'm sorry, Professor Trelawney, we still have something to do—this extra-curricular tutoring of divination, I think it's better to wait for the next time!"

While Luna herself seemed interested, Maca didn't want her wasting time with Trelawney.

Routine divination is not difficult, but the accuracy rate has never been high; and unconventional ones like the blood of the prophets are simply impossible for ordinary people to learn.

So Maca simply went over and pulled Luna away.

"Oh, Maca?" She let Maca hold the sleeve without any resistance, and asked as she walked, "Where are we going? Is it dancing?"

"I remember, you don't seem to like dancing, do you?" Maca brought Luna back to Harry and the others, and then said casually, "And the dance music hasn't started yet..."

As soon as he came here, Mr. Walpole stood up abruptly—he had used Slughorn's medicine just now,

Right now, he was in a state of full energy, and when he saw Maca coming back, he immediately moved closer.

"Mr. McLean, I am Elder Walpole...Professor Slughorn has mentioned you many times in his correspondence with me. I am sincerely yearning for your deeds! In fact, I I want to meet you..."

Seeing that the little wizard had always shown incomparable enthusiasm, Maca was slightly taken aback for a moment.

"Oh, Mr. Walpole? Nice to meet you—"

Looking at this guy's age, Maca knew that this guy was probably another student of Slughorn or something. If it's just to meet and get to know each other, then that's fine.

But then, Walpole began to ramble on about his autobiography.

"...To be honest, people all over the world are eager to know more about you. For example, your past, your childhood, your life, your thoughts...Of course, maybe your view on mate selection ?”

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked back and forth at the three girls, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, but he didn't say anything offensive.

"Actually," he went on, "I'd love to write you a book about this first big phase of your life! If you'd be willing to give me a few interviews with you, well... not much, each Once a month is enough, and there will be no delay. In a few months, you will be able to read a personal autobiography about yourself..."

"Really, it's not a problem at all, what do you think?"

After finishing speaking, Walpole looked at Maca with a full face of expectation, and from time to time cast a look of "asking for an assist" at Slughorn who came back here again.

But the fat old man is still feeling sorry for Maca's rejection of his "good idea"! Where did you notice these little things?

"Autobiography?" Maca shook his head decisively and said, "I'm sorry, if I have any intentions in this regard in the future, I will contact you again."

Was rejected by Maca quickly, of course Walpole was not reconciled. But when he wanted to further persuade Maca, a house elf suddenly appeared beside Slughorn.

"Mr. Slughorn, all the guests on your invitation list have arrived."

Slughorn, who was still thinking about something, finally came back to his senses when he heard the sound, and then he nodded in understanding.

"knew."

For this old man, this ball has lost the finishing touch, but everyone has already come, so what should continue should continue as usual, right?

"McLean, you guys, I'll excuse you first."

Before he finished speaking, he hurried to the front and started his almost routine speech mode in personal activities.

And it was at this moment that Hermione suddenly turned around and looked at Maca without saying a word.

Prom! always gotta dance...

"Heh—" "Boom!"

Maca just opened his mouth when there was a sudden sound from the door—the door of this small hall opened.

"Oh! Sorry, Slughorn . . . overdoing it."

A figure much taller than ordinary people suddenly appeared at the door, and Maca looked back, it was Hagrid who had arrived.

"Maka, are you there? I heard you were here for the dance... Hey?"

There were so many people in the hall that Hagrid couldn't spot Maca right away. Here Maca was about to wave his hand as a signal, but inadvertently caught Hermione's eyes.

"Ok……"

He smiled helplessly, and took back his half-raised hand.

Maca has never discovered that there are any qualities in herself that attract girls. But no matter what, when a girl stares at you with that complicated expression, she will inevitably feel embarrassed.

Even if you have already clearly rejected it once, it is the same.

"Maca?" Hagrid called again, but seeing no one answered, he shook his head and said to himself, "Isn't he here? Oh, then where would he be..."

No one was found, so Hagrid could only leave first, and closed the door again by the way.

The people in the small hall looked left and right, but in fact, quite a few people were aiming at Maca intentionally or unintentionally. But Maca himself didn't move, so they naturally had no reason to answer for him.

"...Ahem," Slughorn also glanced at Maca thoughtfully, and then continued, "Okay! In short, I announce that tonight's private dance begins now!"

But seeing him pull out his wand and wave it casually, the original gentle sound of the instrument suddenly turned into a melodious classical dance music. The first dance tonight is about to begin——

"Gentlemen and ladies! Please enjoy this romantic first song with your dance partners!"

Maka glanced at Luna habitually, and saw her running to the side with a cheerful smile, as if she wanted to go to the sidelines to find those guys with novel dance moves to amuse themselves.

"Well, Hermione..." He hurriedly looked at the schoolmaster girl not far away, blinked his eyes and said, "I don't know, can I have the honor to invite you to dance with me?"

Hermione was indeed dressed very beautifully today. The special material of the gauze gave her a more gentle temperament, and the off-shoulder design added a bit of adult femininity to her.

Even Maca felt the full charm of the other party.

However, sometimes things go in unexpected directions. And this trend has become more and more obvious in Maca in recent years.

"Sorry, I don't want to dance, please find someone else!"

Even Harry and Ginny, who were standing on the sidelines and secretly watching, were taken aback by Hermione's words.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked in a daze.

Even though Ginny was a girl of about the same age, she was also full of surprise.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!"

Maca looked at Hermione who turned away and scratched her head inexplicably.

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