Chapter 1020 Is This the End?

?Maka naturally saw the windbreaker wizard's repeated hesitation.

Although the other party hesitated to say what was going on, he had some idea in his mind, but he had no way of knowing if something would happen after that, or what exactly would happen.

So to be honest, before Maca went down to the tenth underground floor of the Ministry of Magic, even with his usual calmness, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

However, in reality nothing unexpected happened.

"... Isn't this weaker than the Black Death Apostles made by Voldemort?"

In the dark corridor outside the dungeon, torches swayed with a slightly faint flame. And under the dim light, each figure seems to have lost its will, wandering aimlessly among the corridors.

It can be seen that, as the Auror named "Hankins" said, these people are indeed completely unchanged in terms of appearance.

Does that look like... sleepwalking?

At least it looks like it.

Maca stood at the end of the corridor, and glanced at the few Muggles who had fallen in front of him—just a few seconds ago, he had just appeared here, and he had alarmed the muggles wandering around. Muggles.

Unexpectedly, although these guys' strength has become quite astonishing, and their speed has barely improved, they can only be regarded as a group of Muggles after all.

After Maca nimbly avoided all the guys surrounding him one by one, with just a few slightly stronger spells, they were easily knocked down.

"Well, you can't say that," he thought for a while, and then secretly said, "If they get close to you, it may be fatal to ordinary wizards... No, even the proud ones who are not proficient in melee combat will be deadly." Luo, they must all be in crisis."

"And...'wisdom'?"

He still remembered that Hankins had mentioned the wisdom of these mutated Muggles. But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, it is really not much.

Therefore, although these alienated Muggles are not like the former Black Death Apostles—they do not have the black energy that can resist the curse, once they are hit by the curse, they are basically equivalent to losing their fighting ability;

But to say that they are not dangerous to the world, it is probably inappropriate.

Of course, in front of Maca, it doesn't matter how many mutated Muggles come.

While quickly knocking down these people one by one, Maca also walked forward again and again at a rhythmic pace, checking every cell along the way.

When he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor, he finally found what he was looking for.

After casually knocking another Muggle rushing towards him to the ground, Maca quickly stepped into the cell, bent down and inspected each of them carefully.

It was more than a dozen people lying on the ground in all directions. These people were all quietly lying on their backs or lying down, silently accompanying the cold prison floor.

While in the meeting room above, Maca learned that Aurors and strikers were sent down to check the situation, and they hadn't returned in time.

And now, he finally found these people.

In fact, the identities of these people can be clearly distinguished from the clothes, two Aurors, four strikers who specialize in fighting against dark wizards, and the rest are mutant Muggles who were knocked down or even killed on the spot.

And these Aurors and strikers obviously all lost their magic wands, and four of them even had their arms broken abruptly.

Although there wasn't much blood in the whole scene, the scalps of those who saw it would inevitably feel numb.

"I guess I didn't expect these mutated Muggles to wander so widely?" Maca looked at the deepest cell and whispered to himself, "That's why they all chose to show up here. They were all caught off guard.”

After that, he patrolled and cleaned up the entire ten basement floors, and confirmed that none of the mutated Muggles were still standing.

Only then returned to the meeting room on the top floor.

But in fact, from the time he went down to now, it was just time to drink a cup of afternoon tea.

"Mr. McLean, you are... have you already dealt with it?"

In Scrimgeour's questioning voice, there was undoubtedly some nervousness - judging by his expression, maybe he was still worried that Maca had discovered some new problems.

But Maca didn't answer his hasty question first, but turned his head slightly, and glanced in the direction of the windbreaker wizard who was still standing outside the door.

To be honest, the situation I just saw below is too common. Even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will clean up the situation sooner or later.

For example, the current Neville may be able to do it.

But in this case, what did the repeated hesitation of the windbreaker wizard represent?

After a little thought, Maca still didn't come up with a reason, so he could only remind himself that the matter might not be over yet. At the same time, he turned around again and looked at the anxious Minister of Magic Scrimgeour.

"The dungeon floor is all right now, go open the blockade and gather all the Muggles lying on the ground!" He said, "Except for some who were killed by the Aurors and strikers sent down earlier, I will take care of everyone else." No killer."

Having said that, Maca paused for a while, and then continued:

"...However, I will definitely not be able to lock them here anymore. Help me carry them all to a cell, and I will take them elsewhere later."

Regardless of moral issues such as human nature, those mutated Muggles will definitely be used in subsequent inspections. In order to prevent this from happening again, further research is inevitable.

"Also, bring us something to eat! The stomach is full of dry food these days..." He said, turning his head again, and said to the figure outside the door, "Just tell me what you want to eat, don't worry , Mr. Scrimgeour is treating you today!"

...

This incident can be said to have ended just as it happened.

Due to Maca's timely disposal a few days ago, those Muggles failed to mutate in the Muggle world, which completely killed the worst development in the cradle.

Now, after a little reflection, this is only the loss of six Aurors and strikers, and even Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, feels a little lucky.

However, the fact that someone dies is someone dies, after all, this fact is still regrettable.

Especially Maca, if only he could have added some protective measures in the cell back then.

Of course, let's not mention whether he was still savoring the heaviness of life in his heart while hurriedly filling his stomach in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic. At this time at Hogwarts, Luna had just walked out of the principal's office.

"Go to class! Remember not to tell other students what you said just now... Oh, if it's Miss Granger, it's fine."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!"

Seeing that the other party returned to the office to continue working after admonishing herself, Luna turned around and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

Not long after, she carried a few textbooks and ran briskly to the ancient magic text classroom.

Although Maca temporarily resigned, the course will continue. In order to fill the vacancy caused by Maca's departure, Professor McGonagall also wrote a special letter to rehire Professor Babling who traveled overseas to explore the ruins of ancient wizards.

"Tut Tuk."

The students who were taking the magic text class all turned their heads to look at the sudden knock on the door.

"please come in."

Babling is a rather chattering middle-aged witch, and her babble haunts almost every session in her class.

But after she came back to serve as the professor of ancient magic text again, her words were obviously much less than before.

In fact, many little wizards were actually guessing—whether she felt a lot of pressure because of Maca's achievements in magic literature, so that she became more cautious when giving lectures.

However, only a few professors including Maca knew that she was actually cursed in an ancient site in the Sahara Desert.

Although I have already undergone treatment, my tongue still cannot be straightened!

"Professor Babling, um... I seem to be late?"

Professor McGonagall had just told her at the door of the office, and she certainly remembered it now. After blinking her eyes and thinking for a while, she finally found a reason.

It's a pity that this reason is too useless - after all, who would be late for more than half a class?

"Oh," Professor Babling pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and waved his hands helplessly, "2 points will be deducted from Ravenclaw House, remember the next class...well, I mean, the next class Don't be late again."

"I see."

Luna nodded slightly, then ran to the seat next to Hannah unsteadily, put down her textbook and sat down.

And not far away, Hermione, who was also in this class, stared at her with a rather concerned look, and didn't continue to look back until she passed by her desk.

However, her eyes were no longer looking, but Hermione still didn't let go of her heart.

Even Professor Babling started to talk about the content of ancient runes, and added her personal understanding on the basis of those compiled by Maca in terms of details.

For students who love ancient runes, these basic theories are not even worse than those taught by Maca.

Hermione, however, listened a little absent-mindedly.

She knew that Luna's absence in the afternoon must be due to Maca's disappearance, and the professors probably knew about it... But, what exactly did Luna do?

No, compared to what Luna has done, she is more concerned about whether Maca has come back?

Seeing Luna's brisk look when she entered the classroom just now, Hermione couldn't help but become more and more sure of her guess.

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