harry potter book of crimes

"Mr. McClain, do you need me to help you solve this problem?"

Maka has a very keen sense of sight, while Fanny is always very concerned about Maka's words and deeds. Therefore, when Maka just turned her head slightly, Fanny had already followed his gaze.

"No, there's no need." Maka shook her head, and then smiled at the fat young master, "Although my popularity has always been pretty good, it's obvious that there are always a few people who don't like me."

"Huh? Who?" The fat young man poked his head and glanced behind Maka, "Huh? Why do I feel like I've seen those two guys before? Is it an illusion?"

"I guess that's not an illusion," Maka shrugged, "Don't you remember? They were sitting next to you just now."

"Yeah?"

The fat young man tilted his head and recalled it, but at that time, all he could think about was the word "eat", how could he notice anything else? Now that it looks familiar, that's basically the limit.

Just when he couldn't remember anything, Mr. Ghost floating aside spoke.

"The younger one is the young master of the Tyfule family," Ghost David said. "As for the wizard with him, I don't have much impression... but I guess he must be from the Tyfule family."

people."

"This gentleman is indeed well-informed," Maka nodded. "To be honest, although I had some friction with Mr. Taylor, in the end I still didn't know much about them. Mr.

, I wonder if you can tell me about their family’s situation?”

"Mr. MacLean is too polite," David shook his head slightly and said, "It's definitely not a matter of being well-informed. It just means that as time goes by, you get to know a few more people."

The ghost gentleman was humble at first, and then said: "In fact, there are not many famous big shots in the Taifler family. The one who knows the most is probably the Peake in the late 18th century.

The Duke. I think Mr. Maclean must remember that he was the wizard Duke who used a hiding spell to escape beheading during the Reign of Terror."

"Oh! When you said that, I kind of remembered it." Maka nodded suddenly, "Well... Duke Peake's real name should be Vincent, right? He cast a hiding spell on his neck.

, the one who pretended that he had been beheaded?"

"That's right, that's him." David said with a smile, "Mr. McLean also knows it as expected. Yes, Duke Peake is quite famous in the French magic world - of course, it doesn't matter whether he has a good reputation or not.

That’s for sure.”

Maca also smiled and agreed. He could imagine that this kind of reputation was probably not good or bad, because the story of Duke Peak was completely used as a joke by wizards.

While Maka was chatting and laughing with this ghost gentleman, the fat young man standing opposite him suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Hey! That boy is not just glaring at you -" The flesh on his face trembled, and he didn't know what expression he made. "Look, he actually dares to glare at me, young master? What did I do to offend him?"

?Look at me staring back at him!"

As he said that, he really took a step to the side and stood next to Maka. Without Maka's head to hinder him, he could finally look at each other as much as he wanted to with the young master of the Taylor family, so he immediately moved toward

The other party gouged out a glance.

Maka looked at him, then turned to look at the guy outside the auditorium door, and pursed her lips speechlessly. After a moment of hesitation, he gave a questioning look to the ghost David beside him.

"It's useless, I can't persuade you." David shook his head and said with a wry smile, "As I said before, our young master has always been very upright, and whatever he decides to do must be done.

No. Speaking of which, the young master’s temper is very similar to his father’s at this point.”

"Then what should we do?" Maka glanced at the fat young master aside, "If this continues, I think he will soon no longer be satisfied with staring with his eyes -"

As if to confirm his words, the fat young master's face suddenly changed again. The next moment, he couldn't bear it anymore and walked towards the door of the auditorium with long strides.

"Hey! Don't you want that kid's eyeballs?"

Seeing the grumpy fat young man walking forward while mumbling something, Maka and Ghost David looked at each other, and then immediately followed. There was nothing they could do, they were not here to cause trouble today.

Yes, in Beauxbatons at the moment, the less trouble the better.

However, Mrs. Maxim, who was standing not far away and watching, did not move. She thought for a moment, then simply turned around and went deeper into the auditorium.

It was not convenient for her to come forward in this situation. If she spoke now, the nature of the matter would be different.

Although Madame Maxime is the principal of Beauxbatons and is considered the master here, her behavior is not without scruples. It is one thing for guests to have disputes. At worst, she has to mediate afterwards.

If there is a possibility of favoritism due to a moment of carelessness, people will not let go if the guarantee is not complete.

On the other side, the fat man had already walked in front of Master Taylor, but saw him curling his lips and pointing straight at the other man's nose with his thick, fat arms.

"…How dare you stare? Why are you staring at me? Where did I recruit you?"

To be honest, when a guy who is fat enough to stand up to three or four of his own size strides towards him, most people feel a little guilty.

"Hmph, did I stare at you?" Master Taylor took a step back to avoid the fat man's finger from really poking his nose. "I can't just look at you? Who told you to just stand there?

"

"Hey! You said you glared at me, but you still don't admit it?" The fat young master raised his eyebrows again, poked him several times with his carrot-thick finger, and scolded majestically, "You just look at me with that look.

Yes? You dare to do it but don’t admit it! Are you still a man?"

The fat man spoke freely, and his actions were even more unscrupulous. Before Tefler could refute, the wizard with him couldn't help but speak first.

"Master Hohenheim, please be careful with your words."

This wizard was wearing a gray wizard robe, and his face was rather gloomy, but his words were quite polite. It can be seen that he is the kind of guy who pays more attention to etiquette when interacting with others.

However, it was an indisputable fact that he was the one who stared at Maka with a cold gaze during lunch.

"This young master likes to talk like this, what's wrong?" Unexpectedly, the fat man didn't buy it at all. He was still very arrogant. He waved his right hand and all the fat on his body swayed. "Are you his father? Take good care of him.

Ignore your son! Otherwise, who knows if he will have his eyes gouged out tomorrow?"

"Do you understand what you are talking about?" Master Taylor finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He said angrily, "This is Beauxbatons, you know? Do you think this is your home?"

"It's not your home anyway!" Fatty curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "Boy, let me tell you! If you don't apologize to me today, Master, I won't be able to forgive you! Oh, by the way! There is also my buddy McClain!

You just stared at him too!"

Maka smiled on the side and said nothing.

The young master of the Tefler family had an old grudge against Maka, and now coupled with the new hatred of the fat young master of the Hohenheim family, his anger level suddenly exploded.

This guy has never been a tolerant person. If his father hadn't warned him this time, he would have wanted to confront Maka. Although he also knew that a head-on confrontation was obviously no match for him, he secretly thought of a dirty trick.

I think there should still be a chance.

But now, he was so angry with the fat man that he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Apologise? You want me to apologize?" Master Tefler said angrily with veins popping out on his forehead, "Okay! From the Hohenheim family, right? I want to duel with you! If you can beat me, I will...

…”

As he was speaking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves. But just when he was about to throw the gloves at the fat man's face, his arm paused involuntarily.

He had no choice but to immediately see Maka standing behind the fat man.

"...Hmph," Taifler opened his mouth, visibly hesitated, and then glared again and said, "Fat man, it's just you and me - a duel! Do you dare or not?"

After that, he finally threw the gloves out, but he threw them directly at the fat man's feet.

If he threw it in the opponent's face, he would get the most powerful momentum, but he was really afraid that if his hand shook, he would throw it to Maka behind the fat man. Just in case, he had to choose a relatively controllable plan.

, but the momentum of the duel was obviously much weaker.

"Duel?" The fat man laughed, "I haven't played a wizard duel yet! Okay! I have to make a promise in advance. If you get injured or something, don't blame me for working too hard!

"

As he spoke, he bent down, but where could he find his waist? Maybe he couldn't bend down, or maybe he didn't want to lose his momentum, so he quickly took out his wand,

Pick it up gently.

Suddenly, the white hand that had fallen on the ground jumped up and was accurately caught in his hand.

Maka, who was watching behind him, nodded secretly when she saw this. This was a silent spell - the wand swing was very skillful, accurate and fast.

It's hard to tell that this fat man, who comes from a family of alchemists, is not bad at all in magic.

The fat young master's move was obviously intended to give Natal Fowler a blow. Pre-match performances like this are usually intended to put some pressure on the opponent, but this also requires corresponding strength to be successful.

"Master Taylor?" the gloomy-looking wizard said with a slight frown.

"Needless to say, I have a sense of propriety -" Taylor waved his hand gently, and then said to the fat man, "Do you know the rules? You can decide the location after dinner today!"