To be honest, today is indeed a good day.
In a very cold winter, there are occasionally a few sunny days.
In the McMillan's dining room, there are large windows in the front and back that let in great light. Light shines through the branches around the mansion, illuminating the entire interior space.
At this time, a long large dining table was placed in the middle of the restaurant. The table was evenly spread with a beautiful red and white checkered tablecloth, and a variety of exquisite dinner plates were arranged on it.
Those are large dinner plates for eating, and they are all empty for now, but you can imagine that after they are filled with food, it will be another wonderful scene.
Near the four walls, there are small round dining tables for guests to sit with suitable people and enjoy the food after taking food.
At this time, there were already many people in the restaurant. Most of them stood in twos and threes beside the long table, talking softly to each other, as if they had endless things to say.
"...I heard that two special guests are coming tonight. Do you know who they are?"
As soon as Maka entered the restaurant, she heard two male wizards standing by the door and whispering.
"I just know it. It seems... MacMillan is going to give us a surprise." Another older wizard shook his head and said meaningfully.
"Isn't it just a surprise..." Not far away, a noble-dressed witch suddenly turned around and said mysteriously, "It is said that one of those families is coming this time!"
"Oh—really?" the two wizards said in surprise.
"Who knows whether it's true or not? It would be nice to have some information - the MacMillan family is hiding deep enough this time!" the witch said with an elegant wave of her hand.
"But... those families have disappeared for many years, and some people have begun to speculate whether they have..."
"The background is all there! It's not that easy!"
Maka just paused and heard so much news. Although he didn't get anything definite from it, the information contained in it was enough for him to figure out a lot of things.
After walking a few steps further inside, he realized that it was no coincidence that he could hear those conversations. Probably because the news just leaked out, many people are secretly talking about it now!
Just then, Ernie's father walked in from the side door. Beside him, there was a still charming woman, who must be Ernie's mother.
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. I think everyone is also looking forward to the dance in the evening, but there is no need to rush." Ernie's father said loudly, "At least, we have to fill our stomachs first, right?"
As he spoke, he waved his wand.
Suddenly, the large plates on the long table in the middle were immediately filled with small piles of various foods; wine in oak barrels seemed to be free of charge, and they were lined up on the wine racks beside the wall.
On the small tables around them, a large number of tall wine glasses appeared out of thin air, and pure golden champagne had been poured into them, exuding an extremely attractive fruity aroma.
"Let's have a drink first!" Ernie's father raised his glass and shouted, "Merry Christmas!"
Maka took a glass of apple juice from the long table and raised the glass symbolically.
"Don't you drink?" Ernie asked curiously.
"At least I won't drink today." Maka shook her head and replied.
When everyone started to move around and get food from the long table, the Christmas party officially started.
But no one expected that there were still several guests who were belatedly arriving at this moment.
The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and several men wearing black wizard robes walked in.
"…Avery."
The guests were talking in low voices, and the other party seemed to have some bad intentions.
"Merry Christmas, MacMillan." The man walking at the front chuckled.
It was a middle-aged man with black hair and meticulously combed hair. The wizard robe on his body looked like it was of high quality. It can be seen in his behavior that a certain mentality of superiority has penetrated deep into his bones.
"I don't remember inviting you." Ernie's father frowned.
"We are both one of the twenty-eight tribes, why do we need to act like outsiders?" The other party dusted off the non-existent dust on his shoulders and said casually.
"I've never seen you say that in front of the Weasley family." Ernie's father glanced at him and sneered.
The other party was obviously choked by these words, and the calm smile on his face froze.
It seems that even though he always looks approachable, he is still a member of a pure-blood family after all. When it comes to momentum, he is not in any way inferior to the other party.
Ernie's father knew very well that the interests of pure-blood families were intertwined. Seeing that he had gained a slight advantage at this moment, he immediately gave up.
"Now that you're here, let's sit down for a while, Avery."
The other party snorted coldly and chose a seat next to the door and sat down.
Several people who had followed him stood behind him, and only a gloomy-looking young wizard sat with him.
"Lev, stop sitting there... go say hello to the others!"
The little wizard nodded slightly and stood up again. He looked around, then walked straight towards Ernie, obviously well prepared.
"Are you Ernie MacMillan?" Lev looked at Ernie sideways and said coldly.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Ernie glanced at his father out of habit, but found that his father just blinked at him.
Hey, Dad! What do you mean by that? Did sand get into your eyes
"How was life at Hogwarts? Did you have fun?"
"Do you think that's a Muggle playground?" Ernie said angrily.
Lev glanced at him contemptuously and said calmly: "Muggles? Playground? Are you, the Macmillan family, ready?"
"What preparations?" Ernie said angrily.
"Becoming another traitor among the twenty-eight tribes," Lev showed a weird smile, "just like the Weasley family."
Ernie was so angry that he could hardly speak. It took him a while before he replied: "We are different from you! Self-righteous guys!"
"Is this education at Hogwarts?" Lev curled his lips.
He glanced casually around Ernie, looked at Hannah, Layla and Maka, and then his eyes rested on Maka.
"Let me see, this friend of yours may know better than you how to be a noble." Lev said casually, looking at Maka's neatly pressed dress.
In fact, he was just looking for an excuse to continue belittling Ernie, and he had no interest in Maka herself. But he didn't expect that these words seemed to hit Ernie's heart.
"Hmph! Who do you think you are comparing with me?" Ernie raised his chin, with a hint of pride on his face, "He is an elite student in our school, and he is also my roommate and my good friend!"
"Oh?" Lev glanced at Maka a few more times, "Elite? Elite in what way?"
"Of course, all aspects!"
In Ernie's mind, Maka is almost omnipotent - he is always proud that he and Maka live in the same dormitory.
But Lev raised a corner of his mouth and chuckled, as if he heard some joke.
"In all aspects?" Lev said with a smile, "I didn't expect Hogwarts to teach you how to tell jokes... Hahaha..."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Layla, who was watching the conversation between him and Ernie curiously.
"Can you tell jokes too?"
Maka on the side saw this and immediately raised her eyebrows.
He had no intention of interrupting the nonsense between Lev and Ernie who appeared here inexplicably, but once the little girl Layla Shafiq was involved, he could just make good use of this opportunity.
Just when he was chatting and laughing with the three of them in the backyard, he learned the identity of this little girl from Ernie—she was a member of the Shafiq family.
The Shafiq family is actually inconspicuous, because this family has implemented the concept of "low-key management" from beginning to end. What they are involved in are some basic industries in the magic world.
The most prominent and important industry of the Shafiq family is the production and supply of various magic raw materials.
When it comes to power, this family can only be considered average; but when it comes to wealth, the hidden profits are truly indescribable.
This is a golden thigh buried in the soil!
"...I can't tell jokes, but my mother always tells me, 'You are a big joke!'" Layla replied with a smile.
"Hahahaha—" Lev was so amused by this little girl that he lost his etiquette. He grinned and suppressed a smile and said, "It's really good. It seems like Hogwarts—"
"Oh, but I didn't study at Hogwarts..." Layla added suddenly.
Lev looked at her in surprise and said, "Then where do you go to school?"
"At home!" Leila blinked and said, "My mother gives me lessons every day."
Lev shook his head and said: "That's such a pity. Hogwarts has lost an 'excellent' student! Maybe if you go to Hogwarts to go to school, Hogwarts can have more An elite with 'all-round' development."
"Hey, McLegen, he's praising me for my excellence!" Layla turned her head and said happily.
Maka glanced at Layla, then at Lev, and then sighed.
"Mr. Avery, I think-" Maka looked at Lev calmly and said, "Durmstrang won't teach you how to bully a little girl, will he?"
Layla blinked her big eyes, turned around and asked Ernie in a low voice: "Was that boy bullying me just now?"
"He was calling you stupid!" Ernie patted her on the head and said angrily.
"Did I bully her?" Lev said smoothly, "Which word bullied her?"
"Don't pretend to be this childish word trick, it will only make you insult your own family name." Maka forced a smile at him.
He remembered Layla saying that this kind of smile would make people look sinister - not to mention, the current state might have a good effect when talking to the enemy!