Chapter 322 Ms. Saint Guena's Night Visit

( ) Night has fallen quietly, and the lights in Georgi's bar are also inadvertently lit. Probably because there are only two bars here, the place becomes crowded at night.

No matter whether the drinkers knew each other or not, those who drank a few more glasses let go of the remaining restraint in their hearts and started talking with each other.

Hagrid, who was a little unhappy just now, quickly forgot what happened just now after a few glasses of wine, and started talking with another local wizard who couldn't even speak English.

Even if the two didn't know what the other was talking about at all, it didn't affect the congeniality between them in the slightest. It seemed that the atmosphere was quite good.

On the contrary, Mrs. Maxim still seemed unable to feel relieved that her apology was not accepted. When Maca chatted casually with the other party, she would glance over there from time to time.

In fact, Maca had noticed it a long time ago, but he really didn't feel the need to hold on to it—the other party obviously didn't take it to heart, did he?

What he wants to do most right now is naturally to have a few more conversations with the lady opposite.

... I don't know what kind of taste it tastes in the mouth of 'you'?

When he said this, Maca's eyes fell on the wine glass in the other's hand, and he didn't hide the curiosity hidden in his words.

Hearing this, the other party picked up the wine glass indifferently and took another sip.

I can't answer this question. Her bright red tongue poked out slightly, and she licked her upper lip lightly, as if she was savoring the fragrance left between her mouth and mouth. If I say it's 'sweet', then How do you know that the 'sweet' in my mouth is not the 'bitter' in your mouth?

As she was speaking, she stretched out her right index finger and thumb, gracefully wiped the rim of the glass she had drunk, and then pushed the glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

Why don't you try it?

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Maca always felt that she was a little naughty when she said this.

Maca was not too polite, he reached out to pick up the wine glass with great interest, and shook it in front of his eyes. In the translucent glass goblet, some kind of dark red liquor hung a thin layer of stickiness on the wall of the glass.

When he moved to the rim of the glass and took a light sniff, a rather strong smell of rust mixed with the light aroma of rum immediately filled his nostrils, which made him completely give up the idea of ​​taking a sip.

He smiled, pushed the wine glass back intact, and shook his head by the way.

As far as I know, the 'sweet' in your mouth and the 'sweet' in my mouth are actually the same taste. Maca thought for a while, and suddenly changed the subject, Want to have some dessert? I treat you .”

It's not a good idea to let a beautiful lady eat dessert at night? The other party raised a slender eyebrow and smiled sweetly, Little brother, I can't tell, you still know 'us' quite well... …You are right, except for this—” She held up her wine glass and gestured, “The other flavors are no different from the ones in your mouth, it’s just pure—”

...Not interested? Maca guessed.

Yes...you can put it that way! She nodded slightly, Although it tastes good, I don't have much desire to taste it.

Because the body doesn't have the corresponding needs...? Maca mused to himself thoughtfully.

Because organisms need food to continue their life, they will evolve the desire to eat and eat-this is the most direct causal relationship. As for the taste of food, it is at best a kind of bait to lure organisms to prey.

This is true for the human being Maca, and it is also true for this one in front of him.

To be honest, after thinking about this, Maca became more and more interested.

Perhaps, there are some unexpected connections between 'us'! His eyes were staring at each other, but the focus seemed to be on the entire ethnic group behind her, I don't know if I'm lucky enough to know your What's the name, 'Beautiful Lady'?

What can't you do? She sat up a little bit, and temporarily put the hand supporting her chin on the table, Nice Lane Sanguina—you must remember, little brother.

...

After that, Maca didn't continue to chat with the lady of St. Guina, but got up and said goodbye, and then returned to the round table where Mrs. Maxim was.

After a few people ordered some food and ate it in a hurry, they went to the dormitory behind the bar to rest.

Originally, when Maca and Hagrid came here to book rooms, Hagrid planned to book only two rooms, but under Maca's insistence, they finally booked three rooms.

When Maca heard the sound of thunder-like snoring soon after, he couldn't help but sighed with a wry smile.

I thought I had predicted it, but I still underestimated Hagrid! he thought to himself.

But just as he was about to place a silencing spell in the room, the hand holding the wand couldn't help but paused, and then inserted it back into the sleeve again.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled up his sleeves, looked at the black mark on his forearm, and was in a daze for a while.

That was the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack. In this mark, apart from a part of the remaining black gas, there is also some magic power that has been infected by the black gas and has not been completely cleaned up.

Today, those magical powers have been almost assimilated by the black air. In other words, most of the lost magical powers will never come back.

Fortunately, that's only a small part, and it doesn't have a big impact on Maca. It's just that although he blocked this part of the black air and the polluted magic power with runes, it was still a hidden danger after all.

At least he wouldn't want to meet Voldemort again until there was a way to get rid of it completely.

Even though he didn't think that Voldemort could control this part of the black energy sealed by the rune, as long as there was such a possibility, he would not take such unnecessary risks.

What made him a little unbelievable was that he didn't feel any malice in this black air. Don't talk about maliciousness, even the negative energy that all black magic must have has no trace in this black energy.

As far as the characteristics displayed by the Bewitching Monument are concerned, this has to be said to be a very strange thing.

Just when Maca was reminded of the little magic power he lost because of casting a spell, there was a slight knock on the door of the guest room. Even Maca barely heard over the loud grunting of Hagrid next door.

He pulled up the sleeves and smoothed them out, and adjusted his collar a little, before turning around and walking towards the door.

Oh—good evening, Ms. Sanguina. The person who came was the lazy beauty who had chatted for a while in the front bar.

To be honest, Maca really didn't expect her to come.

Little brother, my sister misses you!

Before Maca could invite her, she stretched out her hand and gently pushed Maca's chest, and walked into the room on her own.

Maca shrugged, smiled nonchalantly, and closed the door behind him.

Ms. Sanguina, I don't know about the visit at night. What's the matter? He walked in and said habitually, I need something to drink—

He stopped talking halfway through.

...Oh, sorry, seeing the other party looking back with a half-smile, he waved his hands and said, Don't look at me like that, I'm not a drink.

yes?

Ms. Sanguina said, winking at Maca meaningfully.

Of course, of course. Maca walked to the table in the room with a smile, and then reached out and pulled it out of his pocket. If you want to try something new, I actually have quite a few varieties here...

He was talking, but his subordinates didn't stop. It didn't take long for a lot of potion bottles, large and small, to be placed on the table.

Dragon's, troll's, mermaid's... oh, this is not an empty bottle, it's from an invisible beast, I only encountered it once, don't drink them all... By the way, here's another bottle Basilisk, I believe you will be very interested...

Every bottle of Maca is like a treasure. To be honest, these are all his stocks, and at least a small half of them are things that others may not even be able to buy.

Oh? There are even basilisks? Ms. Sanguina smiled coquettishly. It seemed that her spirits became better at night, Well... this smells very refreshing...

However, she just sniffed it, and soon put the bottle in her hand back on the table.

I'm letting you worry, little brother... But, sister, I'm picky about food!

These words sounded a bit malicious, but Maca thought of a possibility.

Speaking of which, your surname seems familiar... Maca raised his head and said, Is it that 'Saint Guina'?

You remember well... Ms. Sanguina said, she leaned towards Maca's side suddenly, her slender and tender fingertips gently brushed between Maca's neck.

How about it, do you want to be my first 'male'? She whispered in Maca's ear, winking like silk.

Even a vampire can't live that long... Maca smiled and pushed her away gently, Or you want to tell me that soaking in a girl's blood can really make a vampire prolong life and resist aging?

That's right, the Ms. Sanguina in front of her is a complete vampire.

Why, don't you believe it? St. Guina took a half step back, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face, Immortality is not the patent of those wizards. It is rumored in the Muggle world that vampires can live forever. The legend of the story!

Maca didn't argue with her, but sat down on the chair by the table and gestured behind her.

Sit down, please! I think...the night may be your active time, but I still need to sleep for a while!

As he said that, he repeated the original question softly: I don't know what's the matter for you to come to me?