The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

It turned out that he had indeed forgotten something.

At that time, he was being chased by Harry and asked about things on the court.

The kid finally came to his senses. At that time, he was riding a Firebolt at full speed, while Qiu Zhang was riding a Comet series that is common to the whole school. Normally, it would be impossible to catch up with him, let alone crash into him and break the broom. .

Someone obviously used external force.

Besides Mo Bai, there was no one else on the court who had Xianxin and the ability to make things worse afterwards.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"If I don't do this, can you make people owe you a favor?"

Harry looked confused.

Mo Bai shook his head.

Boys at this age do come to their senses later than girls.

"You saved her and missed the Golden Snitch because of this. Now you two have a relationship, and you still have the initiative in this relationship. From now on, whether you go to her for dinner or study, it will be justifiable, do you understand?"

"Oh……"

Harry scratched his head in confusion.

Mo Bai patted his shoulder, "Young man, you still have a lot to learn."

"Classmate Bai..."

Mo Bai turned around and saw that the person calling him looked familiar. He was from the same school and he had met him a few times.

"Someone asked me to give this to you. He said it was your family matter and it was very important."

After taking the note handed over by the other party, Mo Bai frowned, but when he looked up again, his smile had returned.

"Thank you."

After the man left, Harry asked him curiously.

"What happened to uncle and aunt?"

He stayed at Mo Bai's house for half the holiday and was very familiar with Hermione's parents.

"It's not them..."

Mo Bai pursed his lips, obviously not very happy.

"I have to leave first. If Hermione asks...just ask her to contact me directly."

"Don't you have that pocket watch? Why don't you tell her yourself?"

Mo Bai looked at Harry, smiled and shook his head, "You do still have a lot to learn."

"what?"

Harry looked at Mo Bai's leaving figure with confusion written all over his face.

"Harry."

Harry looked back blankly, just in time to see Hermione carrying Crookshanks downstairs.

"Where's Bai?"

"Uh...he..."

Harry pointed behind him, "He just left. He said something happened and asked you to contact him."

Hermione frowned, "Let me contact him?!"

The suddenly rising tone made Harry tremble.

"Uh, yes, I want you to contact him."

"This guy……"

Hermione gritted her teeth, "He was obviously the one who made me angry!"

"Um, are you okay..."

"fine!"

Harry, who was glared back by Hermione, seemed to have been cast a petrifying spell, and only his eyes followed Hermione.

Why are these two people so confused?

Hermione snorted coldly, took out her pocket watch from her breast pocket and opened it.

He cleared his throat reluctantly, "Where are you?"

A chuckle came from the pocket watch, and Hermione blushed.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Hermione curled her lips and did not respond directly, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to bury those girls who made you angry."

"Hey! Stop making trouble!"

Hermione's eyes widened.

Others thought he was joking, but Hermione knew he could really do this.

"Where are you?"

"Hehehe," the deep laughter made Hermione's chest feel numb, "Master Charles has something to do with me. It doesn't seem to be a big deal. I should be able to come back tonight."

"Then be careful."

"understood."

Buckling her pocket watch, Hermione glanced at Harry, turned and walked upstairs, walking briskly.

On the other side, under the stands of the Quidditch stadium, Mo Bai buttoned up his pocket watch, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Using my family as an excuse? Is this how your young master teaches you to do things?"

There was a man kneeling in front of him, his face was pale and his head was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at him.

Obviously, no matter what the man experienced just now, it was definitely not a comfortable experience.

This is the man who stopped Mo Bai at the beginning of the game.

At this time, the man felt aggrieved.

Although he is a senior spy outside, he is just an ordinary person in this magic school.

He couldn't afford to mess with any kid here. If he wanted to find someone, he could only ask someone to bring a message.

The most useful and safe information for students is definitely that there is something going on at home...

Who knew that this King of Hell would protect his shortcomings to such an extent that he couldn't even use it as an excuse.

He finally understood why the adult reminded him to be careful about his words and deeds before letting him come.

In those few minutes, he knew clearly that his body was not damaged in any way, but his soul seemed to have gone through hell.

"What on earth is going on?"

The man replied honestly, "The master of the house invites you to visit the manor."

Mo Bai frowned, "That's it? Why don't you write a letter?"

"The head of the family does not want any interception of this message."

Mo Bai frowned.

Is Ciel afraid that his meeting with him will be known to others?

Who would intercept the letters to Hogwarts?

Apart from Old Deng, all Mo Bai could think of was the Ministry of Magic...

He thought for a moment.

"Let's go..."

"what?"

The man looked up blankly and saw the young man reaching out to him.

His whole body trembled like a conditioned reflex and he huddled up.

"I just came to deliver a message! Spare your life!"

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

That's not it, he just cast the Cruciatus Curse and didn't use all his strength.

When he was in Nurmengard, he was beaten up to four times a day at this level...

"I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately, don't worry."

He directly pressed the man's shoulders.

The man felt like the world was spinning, and at the same time there was a tearing feeling all over his body.

Just when he thought he was about to be torn apart, the tearing feeling suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly found that he was back at Vandenheim Manor.

The man was stunned for a moment and quickly sorted out the cause and effect.

He bowed to Mo Bai, "I'll call the door."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

Ordinary people can adapt to long-distance disembodiment for the first time so quickly? Is it because he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse first?

The old man said that the Cruciatus Curse is the most suitable way to train resistance to curses, which makes sense.

Could it be that the old man really does it for his own good?

He shook his head quickly to get rid of the thought.

Why are you taking the initiative to PUA yourself?

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw Mo Bai shaking his head, "Mr. Mo, don't you have to call the door?"

Mo Bai paused, "No need, they already know."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the manor opened.

The black butler appeared at the door and saluted Mo Bai with one hand on his chest.

"Welcome Mr. Mo."

The second time I came to Vandenheim Manor, nothing changed at all. The corridors were still clean, the geckos on the walls were still green, and the three servants were still noisy.

"It seems that Ciel must have a deep relationship with them."

This didn't even bother them.

Sebastian smiled and said, "They are the young master's most cherished servants."

Mo Bai squinted his eyes, "You can see that everyone is hiding their secrets."

Sebastian smiled and changed the subject.

"This way, please."

Charles was waiting for him in the drawing room.

Two young men of similar age sat opposite each other, and the aristocratic demeanor in their gestures gave the illusion of looking into a mirror.

"Tell me what's going on."

Mo Bai didn't bother to be polite to him and started making tea as soon as the tea set was placed.

The demon butler appeared directly behind his master and placed the brewed black tea in front of Ciel in advance as if he was afraid of falling out of favor.

Mo Bai glanced at him.

"He's getting more and more attached to you."

This sentence was said to Ciel.

Ciel was noncommittal.

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic is checking on you."