"Master of Blois Castle, it is indeed a bit presumptuous for us to come to visit you unexpectedly. We may not agree with the ancient etiquette... But since you have never replied to our family master's letter, the family master is waiting anxiously, so he has no choice but to send you." I was sent here to wait. I don’t know... Lord of Blois Castle, what is your attitude towards the cooperation mentioned in the letter from our family?”
When Maka was running to the greenhouse to chat with Willie and change her mind, there were three mysterious black-robed wizards sitting in the living room of Willie's father.
Well, to say that they are mysterious does not actually lie in their words and deeds, but simply in their "appearance". The three wizards all wore black wizard robes of the same style. Not to mention the dull color, they looked old. What's more worth mentioning is that they all put on the wide hoods attached to their robes, as if they had no intention of revealing their true appearance from beginning to end.
Of course, Mr. Blois didn't care too much, because he clearly knew their identities.
"I have read the letter." After listening to the leader's inquiry, Mr. Blois nodded calmly and quickly replied, "The proposal about your family master is indeed very tempting... But to be honest, it's just That matter, our Blois family is still waiting to see, and I’m afraid there is no possibility of cooperation for the time being.”
Although he didn't say "that thing" clearly, the four people present knew it. What's more, if there is any big event happening recently, it is undoubtedly Beauxbatons' Nico Flamel alchemical legacy incident.
When Mr. Blois said this, the three wizards sitting on the sofa opposite each nodded, and then the leading wizard sitting in the middle spoke again.
"... This means that there is no possibility of cooperation between our two families? In this case, what is the Lord waiting for? The sooner our two families form a cooperative relationship, the more fully they will be able to get Is there any advantage?"
But Mr. Blois didn't speak immediately. He just glanced out the window first, as if he was admiring the beautiful dusk outside.
From where he could just see, just across the square, a young man and woman in the greenhouse were talking leisurely. Obviously, what he was looking at was not the scenery outside the window, but the people in the scenery.
After a short while, Mr. Blois withdrew his gaze and looked at the three visiting wizards again.
"I understand," he said calmly, "I will consider it carefully. The three of you can rest for a day at my castle in Blois. I will give you an answer tomorrow that you can return to for your report."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the old housekeeper standing aside, the meaning in his eyes was self-explanatory.
"Three distinguished guests, please follow me."
The old housekeeper took a step forward and stretched out his hand to invite you in a dignified manner.
The leader of the three was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about whether it was necessary to stay overnight. After careful consideration, he nodded.
"In that case, I'll wait for the castle master's good news."
After watching the three wizards leave with the old butler, Mr. Blois thought about it thoughtfully. While he was thinking, he stood up and walked to the window on the side of the living room, and then set his sights in the direction of the greenhouse in the corner of the square.
"Maka McClain..." Blois whispered to himself, "Who are you?"
As for Maka's identity and origin, of course it is an ancient magic text professor at Hogwarts. This status is already remarkable enough in the eyes of many people, but if you look at it in the eyes of the head of a powerful family such as the Blois family, he is just an outstanding talent.
But just now, there was something very suspicious in what the three wizards from an ancient family said.
Yes, although they have never even mentioned a word about Maka McClain, under the current circumstances, it is most suspicious to not mention Maka's existence at all. You know, the venue for the alchemy competition was decided not long ago, and Blois didn't think that the other party's family knew anything about it.
You know, the location of the competition has a big impact on their "cooperation plan", so how could they never mention it
The only explanation is that the family is still afraid of Hogwarts without Dumbledore. Needless to say, the reason for the fear is probably Maka.
However, no matter where Maka came from, now he had put his daughter's hope of getting rid of the curse completely in his hands, and he didn't want any accidents to happen to this most important thing. Bulova no longer cares whether there is another identity hidden behind Maka, he only trusts his own judgment now.
Call it confidence or gambling. Ever since he came back from the underground vault last time, he had already confirmed the friendship between Maka and his daughter - if he didn't sincerely regard each other as a friend, how could anyone be willing to take such a big risk? What about forcing your way into the enemy's formation? Not to mention that when Voldemort took Willy hostage in the end, Maka was just a hair away from killing herself on the spot.
Blois believed in his own eyes more than those invisible and intangible suspicions.
"McLean, I'll leave Willie to you." He looked in the direction of the greenhouse, and his usually indifferent eyes became much softer in an instant.
…
Blois Castle is really too big, and Maca has been doing research in the laboratory, so he doesn't know anything about the new guests in the castle. As for Willy, who was right in front of him, with her indifferent temperament and her indifferent nature, he wouldn't even know about it.
At this moment, both of them were squatting in a corner of the greenhouse, doing a rather boring nutrient treatment for the new soil.
If there is any research in the magical world that is very similar to Muggle knowledge, it is undoubtedly herbalism. Even if you cultivate all kinds of weird magical plants, the process is just the same as taking care of flowers and plants. The details may be different, but overall they are similar.
At this time, Maka was holding a small triangular shovel, constantly turning over a kind of dense sand; while Willie was carrying a fine-eyed sack, adding other fattening substances to the sand bit by bit.
There are many types of fertilizers in herbalism, not just traditional all-purpose fertilizers like dragon manure that are rich in dragon magic, but also all kinds of quite peculiar targeted "fertilizers".
For example, the "fertilizer" for Rafaela's Dragon Kiss, which grows by watering it with dragon's blood, is dragon's blood. If the blood of other creatures is used, as long as the magic power content and attributes are consistent, they will still gradually grow, but it will not work if they are allowed to bloom.
"Maka, is that enough?"
"Well, that's almost it."
From the time Maka came to the greenhouse until now, the total conversation between the two of them was probably only five or six sentences. Obviously, Willy is still the same as before, and she is as precious as words.
But even if they don't speak, the tacit understanding between the two will not diminish at all. This can be seen from the fact that both of them put aside the curse and chose to do things with their own hands.
For Maka, picking up a small shovel to mix the soil and holding the scissors to cut branches is a way to relax in leisure time. For Weili, cultivating plants with her own hands is a rare interest in life.
These two people are like this. They may be completely different in some aspects, but they get along very well in some small aspects of daily life.
After they each packed the processed sand into several sealed bags, the two finally took off their gloves and stood up.
The work in the greenhouse was finished, but Willie didn't seem to have any intention of leaving immediately.
"Maka," she turned around gently and tucked the silver-white hair hanging down her cheeks back behind her ears. The whole movement seemed careless, but also exceptionally gentle and delicate, "Father said, you... are now a professor?" "
Maka was stunned when she heard this.
Speaking of which, it had been a while since he took up the position of professor at Hogwarts, and he had already become accustomed to many young wizards calling him "Professor Maclean." But if you think about it carefully, the time since Willy dropped out of school seems to be longer.
"Yes!" Maka paused and couldn't help but smile, "I am now teaching everyone about ancient magical literature at Hogwarts, but... hey, to be honest, I am actually quite incompetent as a professor."
"Absenteeism."
Willie stretched out her slender fingers without hesitation and pointed straight at the tip of Maka's nose. This action, coupled with her plain expression, made Maka very interesting.
"Yes, I missed school." Maka shrugged, "But this time there is really a legitimate reason. After all, I came back to France for Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts..." Willie silently repeated the word, then looked up at Maka and said, "Is it the same as before?"
Hearing this, Maka couldn't help but quietly recall the year he first entered school, feeling a little emotional in her heart.
"Nothing is static, is it?" He shook his head slightly and said, "Some places have changed a lot, and some places have changed less... When your problem is solved, you can use your own eyes to see Take a good look.”
"… Yeah?"
After hearing this, Willy said nothing more. She just stared at the pots of flower seedlings on the table next to her expressionlessly, turning her head and staring with a faint look in her eyes. Even Maka couldn't guess what she was thinking.
The last touch of dusk before sunset passed through the transparent partition of the greenhouse and fell silently on the side of her face. The golden-red color spread quietly, but it still couldn't hide the transparent white on her cheeks.