Hogwarts Archmage

Max held a small table knife and slowly cut the beef. A little girl next to him watched her swallowing.

Although she had made up her mind not to share food with others, she was still a kind-hearted person, otherwise she would not have gotten into trouble by sharing water with others.

There were only two of them at this temporary resting spot. Max sighed, took the girl's cute little water bottle and filled her with a drink. He also took some meat and biscuits and handed them to her. Vegetables are not good, but the heart is not good. The old man lying down needs vitamins.

"Eat."

The girl hugged her little water bottle, took a step back and shook her head: "Thank you for the water, but forget about the food, you definitely don't have much. It's only three days and two nights, and it will be over soon."

This girl... seems nice...

Max was stunned for a moment. She had jumped from almost the bottom of society to the top in one fell swoop. She had not forgotten those people who were fighting to the death for a little benefit. It was quite interesting to suddenly meet such a little guy.

She held out her hand to the girl: "Hello, I'm Max Black."

"Molly... just call me Jasmine." She held Max's hand, hesitated, and finally just said her name.

Max was a carefree guy, so he didn't care about this, and then asked: "Molly, how old are you?"

"Thirteen..." She shrank back when she saw Max's distrustful eyes, and honestly changed her words: "Okay, actually it's 11 years old, but according to the calculation of my mother's country, I have four more months. Just 13 years old.”

"11 years old?"

Max frowned and looked at her, looking up in disbelief.

Margaery shrugged: "It was an accident. I originally gave the invitation to her mother... but I filled in the wrong name and didn't check it afterwards..."

Hermione, who was sitting opposite her, rolled her eyes. She was the one who did the checking. How could she not know whether she had written something wrong or not.

Ma En shook his head: "Can you find a way to contact Max?"

"No need," Margaery looked at the screen and said, "Believe me, based on what I know about this lady, Max will protect her when facing such a sensible child."

"Is that so..."

Marn didn't question it much and continued to watch the gang of people running for their lives in the woods. According to Margery's ability, since she said so, there would be no problem.

Hermione continued to focus on the small parchment.

"I see you're not short of money either. Why do you come to this place?" In the parchment, the conversation between the two people continued.

Jasmine looked at the food in Max's hand and secretly swallowed another mouthful of saliva. She wanted to open her mouth to answer her question, but was afraid that the saliva would flow out, so she was a little entangled...

Max shook his head slightly: "Forget it, you'd better eat something first."

As he spoke, he put the piece of meat he had just taken out into Jasmine's hand again.These things were packaged very well when Hermione brought them to her, so they were not afraid of getting dirty.

Everything was handed to her hands, and Jasmine did not continue to refuse. Instead, she tore open the bag and started to take small bites. Even at this time, she did not forget the etiquette and ate very elegantly - even without a knife and fork.

"A child of a rich man." Max shook his head and sighed, and after speaking, he began to attack the vegetables and food on his plate.

Margaery in the black tea house tapped her temple, and a voice sounded in Max's mind in the desert: "I will put some more food in your backpack, including vegetables and fruits."

Max paused, then continued eating.

Without much conversation, the two of them ate not too slowly. It only lasted about ten minutes. There was nothing on the cloth on the floor. Max put away the knife and fork, and the girl stuffed the packaging into herself. in a small pink backpack.

"Sorry...I used up your supplies..." the girl said a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, just come with me. At least you won't go hungry. I have a lot of things here." Max said indifferently.

"A lot? You don't mean..."

Jasmine wanted to say that there was a limit on what she could bring in, but she felt that it was like questioning. She had just eaten a big meal, so it might not be appropriate to ask.

Max waved his hand: "Don't take it too seriously, I cheated."

"..."

The woman in front of her, who had a figure that could make most women jealous, said this without caring. Jasmine felt that she might need to digest it for a while...

"Huh? What's wrong? Can't accept it?"

"No... I just thought... well, this is kind of cool."

"Don't worry about that, let's go, we still have a long way to go..."

Max stood up and pulled her, put the picnic cloth on the ground into his backpack, looked at the bright sun outside, and considering that he was not afraid of the sun anyway, he casually put the sunhat on the girl's head. While leading her forward, he said, "You haven't told me yet why you came here. Of course, if there is anything inconvenient to say, you don't have to say it."

"My parents are too busy. There is only a housekeeper and some servants at home... They are very annoying. They always ask my mother and I to say bad things about others. I just want to come out and have fun."

Max discerned the direction for a while, raised his eyebrows, looked at Jasmine next to him and said, "Say bad things? Why?"

"Why else? The manservant wants to be a housekeeper, but the housekeeper is afraid of being kicked out. The girls are even more chaotic. My maid and cook can't deal with it. Mom's maid doesn't like my maid... They They always seem to want to compete, and I don’t like them.”

Maid...valet...butler...

These words, which seemed to be from the last century, were constantly being introduced into Max's ears. She knew that the little girl in front of her was probably the heir of a noble family, and judging from what she said about the family being able to support so many people, this family should be There is no decline.

"you are British?"

Jasmine nodded: "Yes."

"You are so honest."

"Isn't this the most basic thing?" Jasmine looked at Max with some confusion.

Max was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, this is the most basic thing. Let's go, Miss, remember not to leave my side, so that at least you won't see something you shouldn't see at your age. thing."

"But I'm here to seek..."

"Shh..." Max stopped and leaned over to face her: "No matter what you are looking for, it's too early at this age. What you need is to grow up and be a useful person, not a petty person." You seek excitement at a young age, I’m not preaching, but you may not know that the life you are living now is what many people dream of... Just treat this as a hiking trip, and I will be your tour guide, okay, miss?”

Jasmine looked at the deep groove exposed by Max's leaning over with the corner of her eyes, swallowed her saliva and nodded: "I know...Max..."