Chapter 263: Let the gloves fly for a while

Now that they have been seen by others, it is not easy for Furong to hide. Fastest update
Without her going, the young boys and girls wearing their own wizard robes came together, and babbled in French, which Maca could barely understand.
But Maca didn't need to understand at all. He could see at the glances of the boys that he was obviously not very welcome here.
Seeing that there was too much hostile sight, he simply greeted Luna, and then took her to the wall of the hall full of oil paintings and walked over.
But he wanted to leave, but they still let him go.
Maca Yuguang caught a glimpse of a white shadow coming towards him, and his conditional reflection usually pulled his wand out of his sleeve and stopped it in mid-air with an obstacle spell.
"what?"
He turned to take a closer look. It was a white glove!
"Duel?" Maca said in amazement. "... Too vulgar? What age is this?"
This time he really blame others.
Today, dueling is almost extinct in the Muggle world, but it is still quite popular throughout the European magic world. Among them, especially the French magic world.
From family disputes to goats being stolen, there will most likely be duels if there is a dispute. If there is no dispute, there may be duels if someone creates a dispute.
Whenever a French wizard goes out, he may forget to hold an umbrella on a rainy day, but he will never forget to put a pair of gloves in his pocket. The difference between each duel is probably only whether white or black gloves were thrown out.
This is perhaps the biggest difference between Muggle Duel and Wizard Duel.
Because the number of wizards has always been small, most people will only throw white gloves when dueling. In this case, dueling generally does not occur in one of the deaths.
Of course, if there is any deep hatred between the two, throwing the black gloves and deciding the final battle is the final result.
But dueling is so popular, in fact, it is inseparable from strict rules. One party throws gloves and smashes the other party as an invitation to a duel. However, if the duel contract is to be formally established, the invited party must pick up the gloves to count.
It's also strange that Maca practiced quickly pulling the stick. The obstacle curse was sent out subconsciously just now. Now the white gloves are still floating slowly in midair! Who knows when it will land?
Maca wasn't embarrassed, but the guy who threw the gloves was embarrassed right now.
Still fighting duel? Look at people's reaction speed, and then look at this clean and silent curse, he just wanted to run over and take back the gloves, and then pretended to leave quietly like nothing else!
Maca didn't care about the other's distress. In addition to seeing the white gloves this time, he even saw a smug smile on Furong's face.
Can he still understand? He was used by the little girl mixed blood to make him a shield for the adult family!
"Due to the duel! I have no special relationship with Miss Drakul, just friends."
No matter whether he could understand English or not, he picked up his magic wand, "floating" the white gloves back, and stopped firmly in front of the boy.
Seeing the other person flushed and grabbed his gloves, he turned around again, leaving the back of his head to Furong simply.
"Luna, where do you want to go?"
Luna glanced curiously at Furong, her clear eyes seemingly without any thoughts.
"Miss Delacour is staring at you!" She blinked, but turned the subject again. "Is Sir Cadogan saying that he defeated a Wyvern dragon in his lifetime, is that true?"
"Maybe!" Maca shrugged. "Who knows? Sir is always snoring, always loves to find someone to fight ..."
The two talked about gossip casually, and went shoulder to shoulder to go deeper in the hall. There was a strange oil painting hanging on them. They were thinking about going together to see it!
That night, after notifying Mr. Lovgood, Maca and Luna stayed at the castle at the invitation of Mrs. Maxim.
After having dinner in the evening, Maca returned to the room and sat at the desk, opened his notes and started writing and drawing.
In these days when he came to France, he accompanied Luna in the day and night, and at night he took time to study the various data and information obtained from the Bewitching Monument.
When he was sleepy, he slept, and when he woke up, it was another day. He lived a very fulfilling day.
Only the next day, when he woke up on the bed in Boothbatten Castle, and picked up a plan to go to the restaurant to taste Boothbatton's breakfast, he was blocked in yesterday's old place.
This time, the flying white gloves came straight to his head, and he slightly twisted his head, letting the gloves rub against his ears and land on the marble floor behind him.
"What's going on? Endless?"
The master of this glove is not the embarrassed boy yesterday. He was standing next to the master of the glove now! As for the master of the gloves, it was a gloomy young man with a grim look in his eyes.
That's right, just looking at the age of the glove master, maybe a senior student of Booth Barton.
"Pick up the gloves!" Said the young man in black robe dryly in less proficient English.
Maca tilted her head just now, avoiding the gloves that flew straight into his head, but instead of moving her head straight, she turned her head and looked at the other side.
"Did I just say yesterday? Miss Dracul and I are just friends"
"Excuse me!" The other person interrupted Maca directly and looked at him viciously. "The pursuit of Miss Drakul is one thing every man will do! Unless you are not a man!"
The black-robed young man paused, and then continued, "Are you afraid of duel? Coward!"
"Taylor, that guy seems to be very powerful ..." The boy next to him twidled the wizard's robe of the black robe carefully and said softly in French.
"Shut up!" The young man in the black robe, whom the boy called Taylor, glanced at him coldly, and then switched to English loudly, "Accept my duel! If you are still a man!"
With a pained expression, Maca straightened her head, then she pulled out her wand and picked it behind her, then quickly put it back in her sleeve. But he saw the white gloves on the floor leaping suddenly, drawing an arc in the air, and falling exactly into his hands.
"Let's find a witness, I'll wait for you at the restaurant ..." He didn't look at each other, raised his leg and headed for the restaurant, but walked a few steps but turned back, adding, "If I have n’t seen you with your witnesses after I ’ve run out of breakfast, and I wo n’t waste any more time waiting for you! "
Having said that, he turned around again and walked away at a leisurely pace.
For Maca, this duel is almost the same as getting up and doing morning exercises. Recently, because of being too idle, the habit of running a circle every day is almost forgotten.
For a wizard, having a strong physique is necessary, at least for Maca, which is a matter of course.
Behind him, the young black robe Taylor Fowler looked at, but it was hard to imagine that there would be such students in Boothbatten.
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Booth Barton's hall is not used as a restaurant. The two halls are separated by a wall, on the left side of the hall. In addition, Booth Barton's dining style is not the same. Except for major banquets, they usually dine in buffet style.
"Boss Barton is really rich! I'm not afraid of waste at all ..."
Not long after the start of summer vacation, there are few people in the restaurant. Apart from the few professors left at the school, there are no more people, but there are still a lot of delicious and delicious foods on the plates in the dining place for people to choose.
Maca fetched some food slowly, and picked a table by the window, so she sat down and tasted it.
"Yes, it's more delicious than Hogwarts food ... well, the croissant's meringue is soft and soft, and the mouth is melted ..." He ate with a little regret, "Unfortunately the French don't like Eating meat in the morning would be perfect if we could get a few more slices of fried bacon ... "
But while he was devoted to enjoying this delicious French breakfast, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Furong, but pulled Luna "噔 噔 噔" into the restaurant, hurriedly looked around for a week.
When she saw Maca, she dragged Luna back and ran straight up.
"You promised Taylor's duel invitation? Why? Didn't you reject the duel with Dubois yesterday?" Furong asked questioningly, but not too anxious.
She participated in the top three hegemony, she has seen the strength of Maca a little, she was not worried about Maca losing at all. It was just that Ty Fowler's family was not simple, and she was afraid that it would cause Maka to cause unnecessary trouble.
After all, the boys yesterday were only from the ordinary wizard family, but this Taylor's identity is different, and he will definitely take over the owner of the Taylor family in the future.
"Oh ... yes! What's wrong?" Maca looked up, looking at her strangely.
Speaking of this matter, this Miss Drakul personally introduced to him, although he did not care about it, it was only a joke, but now Furong's attitude has changed again.
"That Taylor's family background is not simple, I'm worried ..." Furong hesitated, then went on, "Sorry, it's my fault, you and Luna are my guests ... I shouldn't give it casually. You're looking for trouble. "
When Maca heard it, she shrugged indifferently: "Don't worry, France won't have only one family, and I don't come to France often. It's okay."
Then, he pointed to the food on the plate and said, "Have you ever eaten breakfast? The food in your school is so delicious that I want to get some more."
"Uh……"
When Furong saw that he was not at all concerned, things had happened again, but he had to let it go.