Chapter 1903 Failed Conversation

"Albus Dumbledore, the smartest student we've ever had at Hogwarts—that's what everyone thought, classmates and professors. You know? Back then, we called him 'Hogwarts. Dumbledore of Gwartz', because he alone can represent the whole school, which not even the professor, or even the headmaster can do..."

Hearing the old voice behind him, Maca didn't look back, but still looked at the ice coffin not far away that was built by him...or more precisely, at the ice coffin inside the coffin. Dumbledore's remains are still clearly visible.

Maca knew that the old man following behind was also looking at it at the moment.

After the other party's voice settled down a bit, Maca opened his mouth and said:

"'Dumbledore of Hogwarts'... This title is indeed very appropriate. Leaving aside some personal matters, this school is what the professor misses most in his heart."

"However."

But when Maka finished speaking, old Aslan suddenly said:

"In the end, he still gave you the thing he was most reluctant to part with."

However, Maca did not continue this topic, and saw him suddenly change the subject:

"Old sir, you and Professor Dumbledore were classmates?"

"Huh? Yeah!" Old Aslan nodded. "I'm two classes below Albus—I just entered school when he entered the third year and started taking elective courses."

"Really?" Maca couldn't help but chuckled when he heard the words, "The professor must have been a very handsome guy when he was young, right? He was tall, with fair skin, and a good figure. With excellent grades...'being funny', she is definitely the prince charming in the hearts of many female students."

"Oh, of course - Albus is popular with both boys and girls."

After Maca mentioned this, old Aslan couldn't help but fell into the memories of that year. But soon he came to his senses, because he found that this topic seemed to be being diverted by Maca.

After a slight pause, he said again:

"Son, if you want to know what happened to Albus when he was young, you can come with me to the place where I lived all these years-I wrote some diaries back then, if you are interested, I can pick a few for you Come out and read.

"

"But now..." he said, he suddenly turned his head to look at Maca and said, "Son, can you tell me about the disaster in front of you, what are your plans for the future?"

After saying this, Maca didn't speak.

Perhaps seeing that Maca didn't respond immediately after hearing this, the old man paused for a moment, then continued:

"Son, you are a student who has been personally approved by Albus, and judging from the current facts, his choice is obviously correct-for these days, you can almost be said to have passed the Competing against Haierbo, he protected his friends, classmates, teachers and students of the whole school, and even many ordinary wizards and Muggles..."

"It's just," when he said this, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Actually, many people can see now—even you, you are a little bit powerless, right?"

What old Aslan said was indeed true. It can be said that he saw the situation very accurately.

Now, although Maca has gone deep into the fog again, she landed in Winchester, and bit the "throat" of Hai Erbo in London, and Hermione and the others also took the opportunity to counterattack during this time, on the land of England Barely stand firm.

However, it is still Haierbo who has the upper hand at the moment—this point has obviously not changed.

However, Maca didn't react in any special way to the old Aslan's "blunt words". Seeing him still staring at Dumbledore's ice coffin, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Old gentleman, you actually said something wrong. Professor Dumbledore's wisdom is naturally beyond doubt, but...how should I put it? All of this is not his choice."

"What do you mean?" Old Aslan was taken aback when he heard this.

"Didn't you just say that Professor Dumbledore chose me? But in fact, he just handed over the matter of dealing with Voldemort to me, and after that... the development of the situation has exceeded 'everyone' expectations."

Maca, the "everyone", actually even included Rowena Ravenclaw, but this was beyond what old Aslan could know.

And Maca obviously didn't mention Rowena's plan to the other party.

Having said that, Maca turned his gaze away from the ice coffin again, and turned to the lake in front of him again. Facing the breeze blowing from the lake, he took a deep breath of fresh and cool air, and then said:

"Old sir, I know that you all came back from a long distance to save this 'homeland', and it seems natural to choose Hogwarts as the starting point of your struggle... Oh, just now you wanted to ask me what's next I can’t tell you the specific plan, but I must tell you—take them and get out of here as soon as possible!”

"Why?" Aslan frowned, puzzled, "Now Haierbo's attention has been focused on the south, so the north here is naturally a relatively safer place... Shouldn't it be like this?"

It's a pity that Maca didn't give him a reasonable answer directly.

"You don't need to ask, let's go! You can leave on your own—to Weymouth or France. For Professor Dumbledore's sake, I won't drive you away."

It must be said that since Maca showed up at Hogwarts, she seems to have been very rude. Such behavior, even in the eyes of old Aslan, who saw him for the first time, felt that something was wrong.

However, the old wizard, who is quite strong and knowledgeable, is also very clear that the young man in front of him definitely has the confidence to be so "you're welcome".

To put it bluntly, if Maca behaved arrogantly and unreasonably, others really had nothing to do with him.

And the moment Maca said these words, Willy, who had been by his side from the beginning, raised his wand again, and pointed the tip of the wand in the direction of old Aslan.

She looked like she was saying that Maca didn't "do it", but she could.

"Are you... are you Maca McClain?"

When he saw Maca, he suddenly turned his face. Old Aslan, who was still very sure of his identity, was not so sure at all. It's just that with his sophistication and insight, he will naturally not be as impulsive as the young wizard before him.

After deliberating for a while, the old wizard finally backed away, gradually leaving the lake where Maca was.

And it wasn't until then that Maca put his hand on Wei Li's arm, sighed and said:

"Let's put it down! I'm too tired to hold it up."

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