Chapter 1902 Insignificant Struggle

"Are you Mr. McLean? During this period of time, all of us have heard a lot about your deeds. Since Dumbledore, our Hogwarts has finally produced another talent who can lead the overall situation." ..."

Before Maca and Bulova father and daughter reached the gate of the castle, they were stopped by some wizards who got the news and ran out. It can be seen that they are actually only curious about Maca, and most of them have no other meaning.

However, before they continued to approach, Willie raised her wand without saying a word, and blocked it a few steps away from Maca.

"Little girl, have you misunderstood something? We were all students at Hogwarts, so you must be too? Don't worry, we are all on our own."

To be honest, Willie's action seemed a little abrupt. After all, not only did none of them show any hostility towards Maca, but they all greeted him with smiles. Even if Maca doesn't know the identity of the other party, obviously there is no need to show such a blunt and rude attitude, right?

But Willie still pointed at them with the tip of her wand without buying it, and stood in front of Maca without giving an inch.

As for Mr. Blois who has been following behind, he was even more indifferent than Willy, and he just ignored the group of people in front of him, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Because all he cared about was his daughter's safety, and with the strength of this group of wizards, in his opinion, it was nothing worth mentioning, and there was no need to worry at all.

For other things, leave it to Maca to judge.

However, just when the gazes of those wizards and men and women passed the unmoved Willie and fell to Maca again, Maca suddenly raised his head and looked towards the main castle where the restoration of the main body was about to be completed.

After he looked back again after a long time, he who wanted to speak at first simply stopped talking - because he knew that the person who could make the decision here was coming.

"Mr. McLean, what do you mean?" A young wizard standing at the front looked at Maca and said with some doubts, "No, wait, are you Maca McLean? "

Before that, they had all heard of Maca's actions to save ordinary wizards and even ordinary Muggles, so they all thought that Maca was a kind wizard who had completely inherited Dumbledore's will. So now, after seeing Willie's inhumanity and Maca's ignorance, they all gradually became puzzled and guessed.

It's a pity that Maca obviously didn't intend to give any explanation for them, and he didn't even mean to justify the wizard's doubts.

As more and more people gathered at the door, it could be seen that the atmosphere at the scene became tense with the change of their sight lines.

"Everyone go in... The old jazz said, let you gather in the auditorium..."

Vaguely, Maca heard someone urging them near the gate of the castle behind the crowd, but the effect didn't seem to be very good. Most people still gathered at the gate, and more and more.

It is worth mentioning that the young wizard who questioned at first also stopped talking. Judging by the posture of his right hand in his pocket, it is estimated that he is already touching his wand.

"Give way."

Suddenly, an old but rather tough voice sounded from inside the gate, causing the buzzing in the crowd to immediately stop. And soon, everyone in front gradually retreated to the sides, causing a figure to appear in Maca's field of vision.

Maca saw that it was an old wizard who was already very old, his gray hair and slightly curly white beard were almost connected into one piece. Because they have not been maintained and pruned too carefully, they look a little wild and uninhibited.

On the body of this old wizard, he was wearing a set of old and simple old-style wizard robes, only the Hufflepuff emblem on the chest side was still brand new.

To be honest, although this old wizard who seems to be about the same age as Dumbledore is not as tall as the former one, you can feel it just from Maca's sight - this is also a wise and capable wizard. the old man.

"I'm Aslan, a Hufflepuff like you."

As the old Aslan said, he casually pulled the courtyard emblem on the chest of his outer robe, and smiled slightly. Immediately afterwards, he walked out and gestured towards the direction of the lake.

"Would you like to accompany me, an old man, to the lake for a walk?"

Until then, Maka, who had been silent in front of so many people here just now, finally spoke.

"Although I don't know what we can talk about, but... Of course, I still have time to take a walk with the old man and chat for a while."

As Maca said, he patted the shoulder of Willy who was still standing in front of him, and led the father and daughter to the lake first.

"Old Sir—"

A wizard came forward and wanted to say something to old Aslan, but he was blocked by the other side's wave of his hand.

"As I said, go to the auditorium to gather, and don't run around for the time being—I'll go and have a few words with Mr. McLean, and I'll talk about other things when I come back."

"But... sir, is that really Maca Maclean?"

The wizard frowned and asked, but old Aslan paused slightly, then looked at Maca's back and said:

"Don't worry! I can't think of any other possibility than Maca McClain."

The old man's meaning is obvious, at least he thinks it is absolutely impossible for Haierbo to come - and if it is not Haierbo, besides Maca, there will be a third person who can make him feel with just a look. Is it a powerful wizard whose soul is shaking?

Shaking his head lightly, old Aslan stopped talking to the other party, and walked straight in the direction where Maca left, seemingly slowly disappearing from everyone's eyes.

...

The tolerance of nature is powerful - when Maca stood by the lake, quietly admiring the water surface wrinkled by the breeze, he couldn't help sighing secretly.

He still clearly remembered that when the meteorite was hit by Haierbo on the castle, the spreading shock wave knocked away the surrounding grass and forests, and the lake was also attacked by many meteorite fragments, causing huge waves.

However, not long after, many sprouts emerged from the turned-up soil on the ground; besides some potholes were smashed on the lakeside, it also made the lake expand a little.

Even Hogwarts Castle, which had been strengthened by the founder, was mostly destroyed, but the mountains, the lake, and the plants and flowers had only undergone some insignificant changes.

"It's really a trivial struggle," Maca said, and he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the lake not far away. "Professor Dumbledore, don't you think so?"

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