Hogwarts Archmage

Marne and Esther didn't stay outside the auditorium for long. After more little wizards came to have dinner, they returned to the black tea house.

"Where have you been? It's been so long since you came back." Margaery heard the sound of the door being pushed, raised her head and asked after taking a look.

Looking at the two little witches who were studying winter clothing styles, Ma En suddenly didn't know whether he should tell them or not.

Esther didn't care, patted Ma En's hand, and briefly explained the matter, but many parts were blurred, such as the precise number became a few.

But even this shocked the two girls.

"Is he crazy? What on earth is this bastard going to do!?"

Hermione had an angry look on her face. She was born in the Muggle world and grew up in the world of ordinary people. She was far more angry about these things than the wizards.

The TV at home was not broken yet, so several people tuned the channels together and searched for channels in the area where Voldemort's lair was located. From the news, they looked normal.

"He probably took away the child and then used a forgetting spell on the victim's family. Otherwise, this matter would have been widely reported." Esther frowned as she looked at the news host who was still chatting about the weather being suitable for travel tomorrow. He frowned.

Ma En listened to the talk on TV and shook his head slightly: "I have always felt that something is wrong...I understand that people from the old school don't want to appear in front of the world, but how can someone like Voldemort care? Muggle public opinion? Why would he block it to this extent?"

"I don't know, it's hard to understand his behavior..." Margaery shook her head. Voldemort's actions were indeed strange, but no one could explain why.

After dinner, Ma En went to pay attention to the gang of fugitives again, and found that these unlucky guys were taking advantage of the nightfall to rush on their way. The surroundings were dark and they couldn't tell where they were, but looking at the clouds in the sky, they were far away from Hog. Watts won't be too far away, which is somewhat disappointing.

"What do you think, I send a group of people to drive them to a suitable location?" After Ma En put the parchment back, he slumped on the sofa and looked at Esther, who was reading a book.

Esther put the bookmark in the book, put the book on the coffee table, lay on Ma En's chest and listened for a while: "My dear, you are a little impatient."

"I know...but..."

She gently put a finger between Ma En's lips: "Needless to say, I understand... Anyone who sees such a scene will become anxious, not just you, so I will find an obscure and difficult book. Come and see, let your mind calm down.”

"Well... maybe I should do something..."

"Would you like to dance?" Esther looked at Ma En's increasingly mature face and asked, "Do you still remember the dance steps I taught you before?"

"Of course...it may be a little unfamiliar, but I'll still remember it."

Esther moved her body, sat in Ma En's arms, and held his neck with both hands: "Then let's go to the third floor, there is enough space there."

"it is good."

Ma En held Esther's back with one hand and passed the other hand under her knees. He stood up and carried her upstairs.

Hermione, who was lying on the table on the other side writing the lesson plan needed for tomorrow, looked at the stairs in confusion, turned to Margaery and said, "Have they forgotten that there are two big living people sitting here?" ?”

"Maybe the two of us shouldn't sit here..." Margery said helplessly, "We should find a place to hide, so that they don't have to go upstairs to dance, but can do it here."

Hermione was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. I hope Ma En will pay attention. I don't want to help Esther take care of the child this time next year."

"Hiss...Didn't Esther mean..."

Margaery glanced at Hermione expressionlessly: "Promises and swearing in this regard are often not trustworthy... How many people have said similar things, but have broken the rules long ago. Esther has been able to endure it until now. It’s so strong…and do you really think dancing can calm your mood?”

"This... Ma En is only 15 years old..."

"Don't look at Ma En through ordinary people's eyes. He has evolved twice and his physical condition is very different. He is far healthier and stronger than ordinary adults. Moreover, he is always in the development stage. Esther is also an adult. They do this because Healthy...Ron is the age that will destroy his body..."

Hermione thought of those late-night shows she and Esther had watched, and her face turned a little red: "That means they can't dance at all, right?"

"You can still dance. As for how long it will take, no one can say. It shouldn't be too long... Think about Esther's ghostly look just now... I have to suspect that she can't help it long ago, but I just lacked an opportunity to break my promise."

The third floor was a huge space with no doors or anything like that. While Hermione and Margaery were chatting, soft music could already be heard floating down from the stairs.

Margery thought for a moment, took out a Galleung and put it on the table: "The music will stop in three minutes at most. Do you believe it?"

"I think 3 minutes is too short. They have to lay the groundwork before going to the bedroom, right?"

After saying that, he took out a galleung and put it on the table.

Not to mention the bet between the two of them downstairs, Ma En upstairs just stepped on Esther's foot as soon as she started dancing.

Fortunately, both of them were barefoot, so it didn't matter. Ma En looked at the girl in his arms apologetically: "I'm sorry, Esther, I may have hurt you when I stepped on you..."

Esther shook her head and pulled Ma En to sit on the carpet together: "You are still like this. You always like to push hard on your feet. It's okay. The carpet is very soft."

Ma En always felt that there was something different about Esther, but he couldn't explain it. He hugged her hard: "You need to be softer..."

Just as he was about to let go, Esther stretched out a hand to hold his arm, raised his head and asked, "Why do you want to let go since I'm softer?"

The two of them were so close that Ma En could even clearly feel her slight breathing. He couldn't help but lick his lips, but they still felt a little dry. Looking at Esther's moist red lips, he felt that there might be a moisturizer there. Good place for lips.

He looked straight at the girl, his sight getting closer and closer until it was blurry. The two of them closed their eyes at the same time, and their lips blended together.

After a long time, the two people's faces separated from each other. Esther held Ma En's dishonest hand and said with a somewhat rapid breathing: "Don't be here, go downstairs, go back to the bedroom..."

Ma En hugged her hard, returned to the second floor in a few steps, and kicked open the bedroom door.

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