harry potter book of crimes

After all, the queen is always the queen. Even during the period of refuge, the royal family cannot lose face. Because she does not represent an individual, but the image of the entire country.

Maca, Delphi and Kingsley followed the two guards who led the way. While walking on the red carpet through the foyer, she quietly admired the various furnishings and paintings on both sides. She couldn't help but compare it with the Chateau de Blois.

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To be honest, just looking at the magnificent appearance, they are indeed comparable. At best, they can only be called "each has its own characteristics."

But no matter what, looking at it this way, ordinary people would never imagine that members of the royal family moved here to stay temporarily to avoid disasters.

Not long after, the guard in front stopped in front of the main hall door, and after respectfully asking the three of them to "wait a moment," he turned around and knocked twice.

"Mr. MacLaine arrived at the manor with Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt and... and Miss Delphi."

Although the specific name had been asked beforehand, it was still difficult for the other party to get used to Delphi who insisted on giving only his first name and not his last name.

There is no way, so far, it seems that there is really no one who fails to state his or her surname when coming to meet the Queen.

Fortunately, the "big men" inside obviously didn't mean to blame him, a little guard, and the door to the main hall was quickly opened gently by the guards inside.

"You three, please come in."

The two guards quickly saluted in this direction, and then raised their hands to indicate that the three of them could go in.

When Maka saw this, she didn't say anything, she just nodded slightly towards the other party. Then, he raised his legs and walked in first, with Delphi and Kingsley following closely behind him.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Maka's field of vision was instantly filled with the golden color used by the British royal family.

Golden wall decorations, golden curtains, golden candlesticks, golden roof carvings... Even the sofa chairs and the cushions placed on them are golden.

However, against the backdrop of the huge crystal chandelier and the red-bottomed embroidered carpet, such a "bold" golden color is not rustic at all. Instead, it turns into a splendid one because of reasonable matching and blank space.

The momentum makes people feel as if they have entered some kind of noble and elegant aura the moment they step in.

Different from the introverted and deep sense of heritage of the Blois family, this is undoubtedly a high-profile display of one's identity that only a royal family can have.

However, Maka soon discovered that although there was a luxurious high-backed chair placed at the deepest part of the hall, the Muggle Queen was not sitting there at this time. Instead, she was sitting with her eldest son and

Old Bishop Davis sat on the sofa at the side of the hall.

Maka didn't have much impression of the prince, but at least he knew that he should be the first heir to the throne... In other words, he was the crown prince and the future king.

"Mr. MacLean... and you two, good evening!"

Naturally, Her Majesty the Queen was the first to speak, but just like the last time Maka met her, she was already elderly and usually did not speak much in more formal conversations. With a little help from her son, she stood up and faced Maka.

After saying hello with a smile, the old bishop came forward to greet her on her behalf.

"No, you're welcome, Mr. Davidson." Maka waved her hand as she walked forward, "This is not the first time I have met with Her Majesty the Queen... To be honest, I personally didn't take this meeting seriously.

This is an overly formal conversation, because after all, I am conveying the visit agreement from a personal standpoint."

With that said, after shaking hands with old Davidson, he walked very neatly to the opposite side of the queen and prince, stretched out his hand and said:

"Please sit down! Let this be a chat between friends tonight... Our identities and backgrounds may become a topic of discussion, but it is best not to become a weight for us to measure each other. It will only make my

Conversations became more difficult.”

While Maka simply hinted that she wanted to conduct this conversation more efficiently, she sat down on the sofa first. She really didn't treat herself as an outsider at all.

However, Kingsley and Delphi who were following him were not as casual as him, but stood silently behind the sofa where Maka was sitting, as if they completely regarded themselves as Maka's followers.

Of course, there is no place for the two of them to sit. Not to mention there are many chairs next to them. Even there is room for one person on both sides of Maka. If they are willing to squeeze in, maybe the old bishop can sit with them.

Let’s go together!

However, this is what Maka had already agreed with Kingsley and Delphi before coming here. Today, he can let go a little more, and even show a straight face to the Muggle Queen when necessary, but Kingsley and Delphi

Delphi had better show some status differences and save some face for the queen.

After all, Maka didn't want the wizards to completely overwhelm the Muggles. That would not be the "integration" of the two societies, but a very crude oppression and annexation.

Obviously, Maka doesn't want to be a "king", so doing so will only bring trouble to him.

but……

"Mr. Davidson?"

When both the queen and the prince looked at Kingsley and Delphi who were standing there consciously behind Maka, and then sat down as if they agreed with the tone set by Maka, Maka

Looking at the old bishop who was about to sit down next to him, he called him softly.

"Before you take your seat, I actually want to ask you something. Does your being here tonight represent your 'personal' identity?"

Maka didn't hide the meaning too deeply in his words. Combined with the actions of Kingsley and Delphi, what he wanted to say couldn't be clearer.

If the old bishop answered that he was a "royal adviser" or "the queen's spokesperson" or something like that, he would have to stand behind the queen and the prince honestly.

So soon, I saw the old bishop lightly dusting his robes and saying with a smile:

"Oh, didn't Mr. MacLean just say that? Today this is just a private chat, so of course I am participating in my personal capacity."

If you listen carefully, you can actually hear that there is a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

But what he didn't expect was that just when he finished saying this and was about to formally sit down, Maka actually raised her hand and helped him to sit down.

"I'm sorry, but in my personal capacity, I don't really agree with your participation in this conversation. Of course, this is not because I want to embarrass you, but it is really... With all due respect, as a wizard, you still

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