Chapter 1033 Afterglow

?Accompanied by a burst of space fluctuations, Maca and the wizard in the windbreaker both appeared in the grove outside the gate of Hogwarts.

And the moment the two of them appeared, the bushes not far away shook suddenly, and then a half-human-tall black dog came out of it.

"Sirius," Maca nodded at the black dog as a greeting, and then said, "Your feeling should be correct...the owner of the Hanged Man Tavern, there is indeed a problem."

Before the words fell, the big black dog suddenly began to swell and deform, and after a while, it turned into Sirius Black wrapped in a black robe.

"Really?"

I saw Sirius casually leaning against the tree trunk beside him, frowned slightly and said:

"Gleiman... I thought, just because of his timid temperament back then, he was the most unlikely type to join the side of the dark wizard! If there were no precedents, I'm afraid I wouldn't have paid attention to it. arrive……"

Obviously, the "precedent" he mentioned naturally refers to Peter Pettigrew who framed him and imprisoned him back then.

But to be honest, no matter in terms of identity or personality, the two really have a lot in common. For example, although the owner of the Hanged Man Tavern, Ted Gleiman, was two years later than Sirius, they were both classmates who had studied at Hogwarts.

However, when Sirius muttered so, Maca shook his head.

"I remember you said before that you sensed something was wrong from his displayed character, so you thought he might be affected by black magic?"

"Well," Sirius couldn't help turning his head to look at Maca when he heard the words, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"But I've just confirmed that the owner of the Hanged Man Tavern is still just a normal wizard, and he doesn't have any aura of black magic on him." Just as he was speaking, Maca said to the windbreaker wizard standing beside him, "You didn't find anything unusual, did you?"

"Yes, Mr. McLean." The wizard in the windbreaker nodded immediately.

Hearing what Maca said, Sirius was taken aback for a moment.

"But you just said—"

"Yes," Maca shrugged, "but even so, I still think there is something wrong with him."

After repeating this sentence, Maca continued:

"It's not his character that's the problem, though. You've known him before, but I don't—I don't know as much about Ted Gleiman as you do."

"But I still remember that you once told me that Gleiman wanted to be a chef since he was a child, and then inherit the Hanged Man Tavern that his parents failed to inherit from his grandma. Unfortunately, his craftsmanship Hasn't been great, he's sort of not up to the mark for a Hufflepuff..."

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

"However, today we tasted it with our own mouths. The food he made tastes not bad at all! You think it's delicious too, don't you?"

"Well," the wizard in the trench coat saw himself being asked again, and quickly nodded again, "It's really delicious—except for what I tasted at Hogwarts these days, I haven't eaten such delicious food. "

Upon hearing this, Maca smiled and said:

"That's just because you haven't tasted the real delicacy yet."

On the other side, Sirius couldn't help being startled as he listened.

"You mean—"

"Well, although the tavern owner is an ordinary wizard now, he is no longer Ted Gleiman." Maca nodded slightly, "Although it is not sure who it is—maybe called 'Martin' Maybe something like that, but it's not that important to us."

"Now I am more concerned about how many people like him are hiding in the British magical world..."

When Maca finished speaking, the grove fell silent. The three of them were secretly thinking about their own concerns, imagining what would happen next,

And how to proceed.

After a while, Maca replied again:

"In short, your investigation work will continue—as we agreed before, don't act rashly after discovering anomalies, just notify me directly."

"Okay." After giving an immediate response, Sirius turned around, "What about the African magic world? Over there in Ouagadou, are we really just waiting and watching?"

"That's all we need at the moment," Maca said. "As long as the federation doesn't take the initiative to contact me, it proves that things haven't turned to the worst. Don't worry! Mr. Akinbad is not a fool. Since he is the one who knows more about Waggadu's situation than we do at the moment, we might as well trust his judgment."

After seeing Sirius Apparate away, Maca signaled to the wizard in the windbreaker, and walked out of the grove towards the school gate.

Turning around slightly, the hillside not far away was bathed in the bright sun in the afternoon, and even the Muggles who were busy there were covered with a layer of dazzling brilliance.

...

"Maca!"

"Well, what's the matter?"

As soon as he entered the lawn in the vestibule of Hogwarts, Maca saw Ginny standing on the side of the road with an anxious expression.

"Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for me?"

As soon as Ginny saw Maca appear, she immediately ran over and took his arm and ran towards the castle.

"Maka," she said as she ran, "it's Harry—it's been almost three hours since he entered the training room. But because Hermione insisted that none of us open the door to check, so Everyone is still waiting there..."

Following Ginny all the way to the door of the Room of Requirement, he saw Hermione, Luna, Ron, and Neville crouching or standing in the corridor, obviously not in the mood to go to the afternoon class up.

Seeing Ginny dragging Maca to come, everyone gathered together.

Upon seeing this, Maca immediately said:

"Ginny has already told me about the specific situation on the way. Hermione, your decision is correct-don't worry, just go to the corner of the corridor and wait. I can go in alone."

On the way, he turned his head and said to the windbreaker wizard:

"You go with them too! If there's anything—"

Before he finished speaking, Maca shook his head.

"Forget it, it's nothing... you can go over there and wait!"

After everyone had left the corridor closest to the door of the Response Room, Maca put his left hand on the doorknob. At the same time, there was already a staff in his right hand.

"Crack."

Turning the doorknob to open the door, he raised his foot and stepped into the door, without being attacked during the whole movement.

When he entered the Response Room and stepped on the smooth floor, a figure standing in the center of the room immediately came into view.

Without a doubt, it was Harry!

But he saw that he was holding the hilt of the Gryffindor sword tightly with both hands, and stood the gleaming blade straight in front of him. And his right eye was staring at the other self in the sword body, and his whole body remained motionless.

At Harry's feet, the Sorting Hat was lying limply on the floor, looking bored.

"Maka, are you here?"

"If I don't come again, the sun will be setting outside in a while!"

After returning angrily, Maca turned around and closed the door of the room of response.

Then, he was about to pace towards Harry, but in the next moment he stopped walking with a subtle expression.

"Don't bother him! Hey, maybe Harry really has some hope this time!"

Maca suddenly realized that this familiar voice was not the weak Sorting Hat.

Turning around again and looking up, this time he immediately saw a slightly hazy figure sitting comfortably on the bench next to the wall.

That figure was holding a thick book, looking down casually, but there was a faint white light shining on his body.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Maca discovered that the book was the relic left by Dumbledore to Harry. It was a storybook that recorded several stories about Gryffindor-"Golden Gryphon from the Wilderness".

But after Maca subtly called out the name, the figure slowly shook his head.

"Albus Dumbledore has left, this is something even Fawkes knows - why, didn't Severus give you 'the key'? Or, you didn't put it in the meditation Have a look in the basin?"

Maca naturally knows that the "key" he mentioned refers to that special memory, but at this moment Maca pouted and said:

"No, what's there to see?"

"Oh, forget it..." The other party shrugged decisively immediately, and said with a smile, "At least you should try that bibi multi-flavored bean! The smell of dragon dung, vomit, and booger is all pickled. Let's go, I think you should have a taste."

"yes?"

After hearing what he said, Maca didn't bother to complain about some of the flaws, so he just waved his hand and said:

"I don't think you have much time, so let's not talk about what you have... If you want to help Harry, you might as well take advantage of it now!"

"Oh, did you feel that too?"

When that "Dumbledore" looked at Harry, Maca also stepped forward, stretched his neck and looked left and right between Harry and the Gryffindor sword.

But after that, he said softly:

"Unfortunately, there is some hope, but the rules of the soul are not so easy to comprehend... What I hope is that he can get the approval of the will that Gryffindor left in the sword this time. He won't grab this sword and slash people around!"

But on the other side, Dumbledore didn't say anything more.

He gently closed the book in his hand, then stood up and walked to Harry's side. Immediately afterwards, Maca saw him lean over and pick up the Sorting Hat, and put it on top of Harry's head.

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