Chapter 1021 Process and Ending

? "... the meteorite may have fallen at a speed of over Mach 50, and the angle of entry into the atmosphere was almost vertical. Do you understand? This means that it reached the ground after entering the atmosphere with a thickness of more than a thousand kilometers The time can only be counted in seconds!"

"In an instant, it will only be an instant in time!"

"So, even if there are more accurate coordinates of the falling point to provide data, the possibility of intercepting meteorites in the atmosphere is very small. My suggestion after calculation is that you can prepare to try to intercept, but you must first clear the dangerous area crowd. And, be prepared for failed interceptions.”

The news of Maca's disappearance a few days ago was only known to Professor McGonagall because of a letter sent by Sinista's family.

At that time, because Old Victor wanted to see Maca, McGonagall contacted Lupine who was busy, but then heard that Maca was taken away by a burst of light.

And now Maca is finally back. After solving the emergency in the Ministry of Magic's dungeon, he came to Old Victor's house just to fill his stomach.

After all, the big rock in the sky that is flying towards the earth is also an existence that cannot be ignored.

Right now, Maca is sitting in Old Victor's bedroom, looking at the scrap papers thrown everywhere by Old Victor, while listening to the conclusion of his calculations during the recent period.

In the end, old Victor put the calculation results in his hand on the table, looked at Maca suspiciously and said:

"I probably know that most of you wizards are quite ignorant of science and technology, so I tried to speak as simple and understandable as possible. You... how much can you understand?"

As far as the old Victor said, he did try not to involve various theorems, and he didn't even mention the calculation formula at all, and only described the results in a way that ordinary people can understand.

But even so, he was not sure that Maca would understand.

Because, judging from the time he spent with his wife Aurelia, he knew how little common sense these so-called wizards really lacked.

Of course, if old Victor really explained it from a purely theoretical perspective, even Maca, who still remembered some Muggle knowledge, would definitely not be able to understand the complex data and calculation process.

But now old Victor speaks so plainly and plainly, he, the "former Muggle", is not as confused as an ordinary wizard.

"That is to say, do you think it is basically impossible to intercept meteorites with the current scientific and military level?" He thought for a while, "Then, what if we add magic? Or use other ideas, Like outside the atmosphere..."

"I don't know about magic, it's up to you wizards to consider," old Victor grabbed a piece of paper and said, "If you have any magic that can offset such a huge momentum, then you just use buffers to solve the problem, and I have no problem with it." .”

He stuffed the manuscript paper into Maca's hand, and then continued:

"As for the outside of the atmosphere... the problem now is that there is only one coordinate of the landing point that is relatively accurate. We can't even simulate the trajectory outside the atmosphere, and this will make it difficult for us to capture that 'little rock' in time. Where has it flown to?"

Old Victor was right.

For a person, that 300-foot-diameter stone is really big enough; let alone the universe, it is really only a small piece of rock compared to the near-Earth space. "little rocks".

When Maca fell into deep thought, the old Victor seemed not satisfied with such difficult thinking, and handed another manuscript to Maca again.

"...and," he said, "there's an even worse fall model."

This manuscript paper is easier to understand, because there is also an uncomplicated sketch drawn on it.

"You mean, that stone may still disintegrate naturally in the violent friction with the atmosphere?"

"Possibility is not impossible.

"Old Victor pointed to a few lines of text on the manuscript paper, "In fact, in the records of meteorites falling to the earth, there are even several precedents of disintegration and explosions—obviously, that would make the consequences even more uncontrollable. "

If it's just interception, Maca can still try to control the subsequent disintegration, but if the meteorite disintegrates naturally, the timing of the treatment is completely unpredictable.

"By the way, you just said...the angle at which the meteorite enters the atmosphere is vertical?"

...

When Maca came out from Old Victor's house, the sky was already getting dark.

He opened the gate to the slightly neglected front yard, and soon saw the wizard in the windbreaker following him in the yard full of weeds and uneven fences.

"Oh, are you still here?"

Maca said hello casually, and was still organizing her thoughts in her heart, preparing to think about where to go next. But at this moment, the windbreaker wizard walked over silently and stood beside him without a word.

"If... I mean if," the other party said abruptly, as if talking to himself, "if something with very bad consequences is about to happen, it won't help even if you say it... Do you think I should Say?"

This voice is still hoarse, and it still looks quite thin, but it has long lost the decisiveness it had when Maca heard it for the first time.

To be honest, Maca didn't know where the change came from, because he had no way of knowing what kind of mood the other party appeared in front of him.

But at least he understood that the reason why this mysterious wizard would intervene in this chaotic battle was undoubtedly for a certain purpose.

It is only because of certain reasons that the original firm belief has been worn away time and time again.

"Is it because you can't hold on?" Maca didn't look at the other party, he just looked at the sunset in the distance, and said softly, "Believe it or not, in fact, I might be able to understand how you feel now—if you If you feel that some things are best not to be changed, then just watch from the sidelines!"

After a moment of silence, the wizard in the windbreaker stood silently, hesitating again and again before saying:

"I don't need to say that. But if... If I say it, you will regret it later because you didn't let me say it?"

"Me?" Maca asked in surprise when he heard the words, "Why... oh, I mean, why do you hesitate because of my regret? Don't you just appear here for yourself?"

Originally, Maca couldn't determine the identity of the other party, but now that he was doing this, he didn't even know who this mysterious wizard was.

However, from a certain point of view, it seems that he should not know the identity of the other party.

"Hmm... okay!" Maca shook his head suddenly and said, "Although I definitely don't want to regret it, but if my regret will eventually lead to a good ending, isn't that unacceptable?"

Having said that, he suddenly spread his hands and said:

"So, do you think the ending is a good one?"

Regarding Maca's words, the windbreaker wizard thought for a long time before nodding with his lips pursed.

"It's good."

At least for me, the final outcome will be "good", because I came here for this. But what if you look at it from Maca's point of view?

"The ending will definitely be good," said the other party's gaze under the brim of his hat, staring straight at Maca's side face, "For me, for Mr. McLean, I believe it will be the best. Good ending."

"Really?" Maca nodded, "It's best! But you have to remember, if I don't agree with your approach then we will be enemies."

No, we will never be enemies—these words secretly passed through the heart of the wizard in the windbreaker, but he was unable to utter them after all.

Not long after, after straightening out all the things to be done, Maca finally said:

"It's time for me to find out what's going on with those Muggle mutations... What about you? If you have other things to do, then see you another day!"

"No," the other party said faintly, "I don't need to do anything for the time being."

"Oh?"

Maca thought for a while, then waved and said:

"Then come with me..."

Even if he let the other party act on his own, he couldn't really feel at ease, so he might as well just take it with him.

"This is really embarrassing!" Maca couldn't help thinking.

...

However, Makata is obviously not the only one who is in trouble right now.

"...That's right, Maca is back!"

In a remote corner of Hogwarts Castle, Hermione heard Luna say these words herself.

Yes, Maca's return must be something to be happy about. Although Luna seems to be responsible for it, and she, Hermione Granger, was ultimately unable to help.

But under the joy of Maca's return, this little matter seems to be no longer so important.

Now what makes Hermione feel awkward is whether she wants to take some time to meet Maca - you know, Luna saw Maca right away!

Shaking her head and putting aside these thoughts in her mind, Hermione asked immediately:

"Luna, you just said that you went looking for it with Professor Flitwick? Tell me, how did you find Maca?"

After a short pause, before Luna could answer, she continued to ask.

"I heard from Lupine that both Kingsley and Sirius have mobilized so many Aurors to look around," she said, "but there has been no news for several days, it is not so easy to find Right? And..."

Listening to Hermione's series of questions, Luna felt that she was almost drowned out by the chirping voice.

After Hermione poured out all the doubts entrenched in her heart, she looked at the other person's mouth curiously and said:

"Hermione, would you like some Goldigan tea?"

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