Chapter 944: "I reject"

Long music, warm fires, pleasant light, and refreshing aromas.
At a time when the whole of London was just in distress, the elegant and noble afternoon tea seemed somewhat out of place.
This contrast is especially acute when you come to this quiet and spacious room from the busy outside.
Looking at the Queen of Grace sitting on a delicate chair, Maca raised her eyebrows inadvertently, and then she went with Akinbad.
Today I enjoyed this afternoon tea together with the old bishop Davidson, and the old acquaintance of Maca, Mr. Scrimgeour.
Well, let's not talk about the old bishop's old face with a little curiosity in peace, at this moment Scrimgeour's expression of anxiety is more obvious than the other two.
Seeing Maca and Akinbad coming together, the queen and the old bishop suddenly got up around the table and greeted them.
When Scrimgeour saw it, it was a bit slow, and after a pause, he remembered that he should keep up.
"Three, good afternoon! You see, I finally invited people on time!" Akinbad smiled easily. "Oh, Mr. Scrimgeour must be more familiar with Mr. McLean than I am. , So please forgive me for not introducing you two-"
Akinbad first said hello to him, and then said to the old bishop and the Queen:
"This is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts School of Magic-Mr. Maca McLean. There are many anecdotes about him. I won't talk about them at this moment. I think I can sit for a while. Talk again when you come down for tea! "
With Akinbad's introduction, Maca just nodded and smiled at the two "big men" who had a high status in Muggle world, but for the time being said nothing.
Akinbad next to him saw this and immediately turned back to introduce Maca:
"This lady is the current Queen of England, and I believe I don't need to make redundant descriptions; the old gentleman sitting here is the last owner of the Davidson family in the British magic circle, and once served as the second in the Muggle world. Archbishop of Canterbury for more than a decade ... "
"Of course, he is indeed a wizard, and he is also very researched in ancient magic literature-McLean, I think you should have some topics worth talking about."
Seeing that Ahmedabad is finished, this time the Queen took the initiative to reach out and invite:
"Mr. McLean, please come and sit together! To be honest, I actually prefer to sit with your wizards. Because in front of you, I can often relax and enjoy a leisurely tea time without having to take care of it all the time. With his identity and etiquette ... "
She said so, but with every move she could still see her "elegance" that had been carved into her bones. Although, Maca is anyhow uncomfortable about this seemingly restrained feeling.
At the table with a few snack racks and porcelain plates, Maca casually picked up a back chair that looked out the window and sat down. After everyone else was seated, he suddenly turned his head slightly.
"Oh! Her Majesty, your taste in music seems to be wide?"
Maca looked far away at the record player on the side of the room, and next to the high table on which the record player was placed, a relatively low-key record rack was placed side by side.
After a short pause, he continued:
"Well, although I don't really hate Tchaikovsky, but if we want to be more relaxed, I think ... let's start with another piece of music!"
He smiled at the queen and the old bishop. He ignored the two seemingly stunned, raised his hand and gently moved his fingers.
Immediately, a record bag jumped out of the shelf by itself, and the record inside it slipped out quietly, and it was immediately replaced by the record player's stylus.
"Oh, that's--"
At the sight of the record bag, the queen sitting opposite Maca couldn't help showing a slightly embarrassing expression, but with a slightly delicate expression.
When the lightly rhythmic dance music sounded in this large room, Maca's smile suddenly became more relaxed and bright.
"Aba's" Dancing Queen "... I remember that my mother liked this song when I was a kid," he recalled. "Of course, I think she might prefer the dance floor late at night than tea time. Just enjoy this song. "
"Then your mother must be very good at dancing."
At the age of the queen, naturally, she could not hear the inexplicable emotion in Maca's tone. So instead of following the words of Maca, she shifted her focus a little.
"Maybe you will be surprised, but I do like this Swedish pop in the seventies," she explained frankly. "After all, I was a beautiful woman before I was a queen ..."
Speaking of which, the Queen suddenly touched her cheek, then added:
"Oh, I mean-I used to be."
Accompanied by early rock style music, this playful and brisk little joke of the Queen really brings out a relaxed and happy theme.
Followed by, even the old bishop who always had some stubbornness could not help but chuckle, as if cooperating with the queen's self-deprecation.
On the other end, Akinbad shrugged a little helplessly.
"Unfortunately, when I was young, I was not very interested in music, and I could never tell the difference between good and bad. Now think about it, if I can catch up with fashion earlier, maybe I can have a good hobby! "
"Don't forget, you will at least beat the drums!" Maca spread his hand, "Don't you have a lot of magic rituals in Africa that need to be accompanied by drums? I don't believe you won't--"
"Oh! Drums?" Akinbad regretfully said, "I have never seen it as an instrument. To me, it is just a magic prop that must be struck at specific intervals!"
"This is really a disappointing way of describing."
Maca waved her hand and motioned him to stop talking, causing 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 magic world, from classical opera to rock music, from one or two joke stories to ancient Runic, the breadth and leap of the topic far exceed the limits of Buckingham Palace, the royal venue.
"... So, the reason why Dumbledore likes the ten-pole bowling game is because he is very good at this kind of game. If he changed Gao Bushi, he wouldn't even watch it!"
When the position of the sun slowly moved from the roof to the upper window edge, and was once again covered by more and more dense clouds, this time-consuming tea party also seemed to finally come to an end.
But when Akinbad finished this interesting story about Dumbledore's year, when Archbishop Davidson and Scrimgeour finally got into a relaxed atmosphere, they laughed in a timely manner, but Maca suddenly ate half of the fruit. The tower threw it into her mouth and chewed.
Even during this tea-time with the theme of relaxation, his actions seemed a little too rude.
However, the guy who took the lead in proposing that he should be more relaxed, but after swallowing the dessert into his stomach, he turned to inexplicably serious.
The rapid transition from "rude" to "serious" immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the audience.
Only today was Scrimgeour, who was a bit dull from beginning to end, and still couldn't react as quickly as the other three.
"Ok?"
When he felt that the room was quiet all of a sudden, he looked around blankly.
"What's wrong? Why don't you speak suddenly ... Isn't Mr. Akinbad very interesting? If he didn't say it this time, I wouldn't know that Mr. Dumbledore would have something bad!"
Maca glanced at him, then shook her head helplessly.
"That's nonsense--Professor Dumbledore was previously the minister of the Gobblestone Club at Hogwarts!"
After all, he stopped paying attention to the astonished Scrimgeour, and instead looked at the Queen and the old bishop Davidson sitting not far from her.
"Two people, it's almost time, and I'll have to return to San Mungo for a routine check on the injured." He calmly said, "I have something to say, it should be said!"
The two did not expect that Maca would suddenly turn the atmosphere into a somewhat stiff state, but since this afternoon was almost in the rhythm of Maca, they could not help but feel relieved.
Seriously, this young man is really good at controlling the scene, and his weapon is such an unexpected, but never difficult, uncomfortable turn.
Fortunately, neither the witches nor the old bishops today reject Maca's dominance of this dialogue, because they actually have places where they want Maca to help.
Of course, if it's Davidson's side, maybe I should add a sigh of admiration for Maca's amazing magical power.
"Yes, it's time to say ..." The old bishop took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing sighing. "Seriously, I really want to be immersed in the relaxed and comfortable feeling just now ~ www .EbookFREE.me ~ It's just a pity that we can need it to reduce the pressure, but we can't rely on it unbridled. "
"It's always something you have to face," Marka said. "Although I don't hate pleasure."
Hearing Maca's words, the old bishop put on his glasses again, and then looked at him deeply.
"The presence of Hogwarts is the luck of the entire school and the luck of Dumbledore ..." he said quietly. "In that case, you should have guessed what we meant already. In fact, I and The queen discussed, we want to invite you— "
"Sorry, I refuse."
Before waiting for the other person to speak, Maca spoke sharply.
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