Chapter 944 "I Refuse"

Melodious music, warm fire, pleasant light, and fragrant refreshments.

At a time when the whole of London has just suffered catastrophe, this elegant and noble afternoon tea seems somewhat inappropriate.

From the hustle and bustle of the outside to the quiet and comfortable spacious room, the contrast is particularly strong.

Looking at the Queen of Grace sitting on the exquisite armchair, Maca raised her eyebrows inadvertently, and then went with Akinbad.

Today, the old Bishop Davidson and Mr. Maca's old acquaintance, Mr. Scrimgeour, are here to enjoy this afternoon tea together.

Well, leaving aside the old bishop's calm and slightly curious face, the anxiety in Scrimgeour's expression at this moment is much more obvious than that of the other two.

Seeing Maca and Akinbad coming together, the queen and the old bishop immediately got up together, walked around the table, and greeted them.

When Scrimgeour saw it, he seemed to be a little slow, and after a pause, he realized that he should follow.

"Three, good afternoon! You see, I finally invited the person on time!" Aginbad said with a relaxed smile, "Oh, Mr. Scrimgeour must be more familiar with Mr. McLean than I am. , so please forgive me for not giving you two any introduction—”

Akinbad greeted him first, and then said to the old bishop and the Queen of England:

"This is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft——Mr. Maca McLean. There are many anecdotes about him. I won't talk about it right now. I think I can sit down for a while. Let's chat when we come down for tea!"

Following Aginbad's introduction, Maca just smiled and nodded towards the two "big shots" who had a high status in the Muggle world, but did not say anything for the time being.

Akinbad beside him saw this,

Immediately turned around and introduced Maca:

"This lady is the current Queen of England, I believe I don't need to make any redundant descriptions; and the old gentleman sitting here is the previous head of the Davidson family in the British wizarding world, who once served as the second in the Muggle world. The Archbishop of Canterbury for more than a decade..."

"Of course, he is indeed a wizard, and he also has a lot of research on ancient magic literature-McLean, I think you should have something worth talking about."

Seeing that the introduction of Akinbad was over, this time it was the Queen who took the initiative to extend her hand and said:

"Mr. McLean, please come and sit with us! To be honest, I would rather sit with you wizards. Because in front of you, I can often enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea time more relaxedly without having to worry about With your own identity and etiquette..."

That's what she said, but her "elegance" that has long been carved into her bones can still be seen in her every move. Although, Maca feels somewhat uncomfortable with this seemingly calm restraint anyway.

At the table with many dessert stands and porcelain plates, Maca casually picked a chair with a back that could look out to the window and sat down. After everyone else sat down, he suddenly turned his head slightly.

"Oh! Your Majesty, you seem to have a wide range of musical tastes?"

Maca looked at the record player on the side of the room from a distance, and right next to the high table with the record player, there was a relatively low-key record rack placed side by side.

After a short pause, he continued:

"Well, I don't really hate Tchaikovsky, but if we want to be more relaxed, I think... let's start with a different piece of music!"

Smiling at the queen and the old bishop, he raised his hand and moved his fingers lightly despite the fact that the two seemed to be a little dazed.

Immediately, a record bag jumped out of the shelf by itself, and the record inside slipped out quietly, and was replaced under the needle of the record player in a blink of an eye.

"Oh, that's—"

Seeing the record bag, the queen who was sitting opposite Maca couldn't help showing a slightly embarrassed, but also a subtle expression of joy.

When the dance music with a light rhythm sounded in this huge room, Maca's smile suddenly became more relaxed and lively.

"Abba's 'Dancing Queen'... I remember, my mother loved that song when I was a kid," he recalls, "of course, I think she probably liked it more on the dance floor late at night than tea time. Just enjoy the song."

"Then your mother must be very good at dancing."

At the queen's age, it was natural that she could not fail to hear the inexplicable emotion in Maca's tone. So she didn't follow Maca's intentions, but shifted her focus a little.

"You may be surprised, but I really like this Swedish pop song from the 70s," she explained frankly. "After all, before I was a queen, I was a beautiful woman..."

Having said that, the Queen suddenly touched her cheek, and then added:

"Oh, I mean—I used to be."

Queen's playful, light-hearted banter really leads to a light-hearted theme with an early rock-inspired track.

Immediately afterwards, even the reserved old bishop couldn't help curling his lips, as if to match the queen's self-deprecating joke.

On the other end, Akinbad shrugged helplessly.

"Unfortunately, I was not very interested in music when I was young, and I never could tell the good from the bad. Now that I think about it, if I could catch up with the fashion earlier, maybe I could have a good hobby! "

"Don't forget, you can at least play the drums!" Maca spread her arms and said, "Don't many of your African magic ceremonies need to be accompanied by drums? I don't believe you can't—"

"Oh! Drum?" Aginbad said with regret, "I've never seen it as a musical instrument. To me, it's just a magic prop that must be struck at specific intervals!"

"That's a really deadpan way of describing it."

Maca waved his hand, motioning him to stop talking, which caused the queen to laugh softly...

After that, except for Scrimgeour, who entered the state relatively late, the other four people talked about various topics very harmoniously.

From the Muggle world to the wizarding world, from classical opera to rock music, from a joke or two to ancient runes, the breadth and jump of topics are far beyond the limits of Buckingham Palace, a royal venue.

"...So, the reason why Dumbledore likes ten-pin bowls is actually because he is very good at this game. If it were Gobstone, he wouldn't even watch it!"

When the position of the sun slowly moved from the roof to the upper window sill, and was once again covered by thicker and denser clouds, it seemed that this long tea party had finally come to an end.

But when Aginbad finished telling this interesting story about Dumbledore, and old Bishop Davidson and Scrimgeour, who had finally merged into the relaxed atmosphere, laughed at the right time, Maca suddenly ate half of the fruit. Ta threw it into his mouth and started chewing.

Even at this relaxing tea time, his gesture seemed a little too rude.

However, he, the guy who took the lead in suggesting that he should be more relaxed, became inexplicably serious after swallowing the dessert.

The contrasting transition from "rude" to "serious" quickly grabs the attention of the rest of the audience.

Only Scrimgeour, who was a little slow from beginning to end today, still couldn't react as quickly as the other three.

"Ok?"

When he felt the room suddenly quiet down, he looked around blankly.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you suddenly stop talking... Isn't Mr. Aginbad talking very interesting? If he didn't say it this time, I don't even know that Mr. Dumbledore would have something he is not good at!"

Maca glanced at him, then shook his head helplessly.

"That's nonsense—Professor Dumbledore used to be head of the Gobstone Club at Hogwarts!"

After that, he stopped paying attention to the astonished Scrimgeour, and turned to look at the Queen and the old Bishop Davidson who was sitting not far from her.

"You two, it's almost time. I have to go back to St. Mungo's for a routine checkup on the injured." He said calmly, "If you have something to say, it's time to say it!"

The two of them didn't expect Maca to turn the atmosphere into a somewhat stiff state so abruptly, but since they were almost walking in Maca's rhythm this afternoon, they couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

To be honest, this young man is really good at controlling the scene, and his weapon is this kind of unexpected but never unacceptable free turn.

Fortunately, neither the witch nor the old bishop rejected Maca's leadership of the conversation today, because they actually still wanted Maca to help.

Of course, if it's Davidson's side, maybe there should be an admiration for Maca's amazing magical power.

"Yes, it's time to say..." The old bishop took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sighed suddenly, "To be honest, I really want to immerse myself in the relaxed and comfortable feeling just now. Unfortunately, we can need it to relieve stress, but we can't rely on it uncontrollably."

"What should be faced is always to be faced." Maca nodded and said, "Although I don't hate pleasure."

Hearing what Maca said, the old bishop put on his glasses again, and then gave him a deep look.

"Hogwarts is lucky for the whole school and for Dumbledore to have you here..." He said quietly, "In this case, you should have already guessed what we mean. In fact, I and Dumbledore The queen has discussed it, and we want to invite you—”

"Sorry, I refuse."

Before the other party finished speaking, Maca spoke bluntly.

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