Chapter 303: Harry's Disappearance

It was already dinner time, but not only Harry hadn't come back yet, Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, Tonks and a series of members of the Order of the Phoenix who worked in the Ministry of Magic hadn't come back yet.

To be honest, everyone in the kitchen was in a hurry.

Sirius sat on the main seat, shaking his legs non-stop - he was the first to say he was going to find Harry, but Mrs. Weasley, who was always more careful about Harry than anyone else, stopped him first.

Sirius definitely couldn't go out, especially in this very sensitive period, if he ran out rashly in case someone noticed his real body, it would be too bad.

Hermione and Ron were pinned down on chairs by a calm Lupine, preventing them from slipping out to look for Harry. But in fact, Lupine himself was extremely anxious, but he understood quite well that it is more important to keep calm when encountering a situation.

Mundungus was as absent-minded as ever.

A wizard like him who hangs around at the bottom has always been a short-sighted person who only cares about his own interests, and appearing here every day is just eating and drinking.

Although he also has his own principles, his "principles" will never include Harry's life and death.

As for the sisters Leni and Lena... It seems that they didn't take it seriously.

But in general, the atmosphere in the kitchen is extremely tense now, and the situation will probably not get better until Harry and the others come back.

At this time, brothers Fred and George walked into the kitchen lightly, but found that everyone was staring at them.

"What's wrong?" Fred and George said in unison.

"No, nothing."

No one knew who answered, and then everyone looked away quickly—they were waiting for Harry, not for these two troublemakers.

It was Hermione who spoke hastily.

"Fred, George . . . is there still nothing in the study?"

The twins shrugged at the same time, and George said, "Still no response."

After Maca went back to the study, Hermione felt that something was wrong after thinking about it. There was a sense of disobedience that constantly reminded her that Maca seemed to be hiding something.

So, she ran upstairs again later, only to find that the door of the study had been enchanted. Now the door was not even opened, it couldn't even be knocked, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the door.

"Don't stand there! Sit down! Sit down!"

Seeing Fred and George standing at the door talking to Hermione, Mrs. Weasley greeted her two restless sons impatiently and told them to sit down at the dining table.

However, she herself was leaning against the wall, the anxiety in her heart had already been written on her face.

"Molly, it's useless for you to stand there - sit down too!" Lupine waved his hand and said, "Wait another ten minutes, if they still don't come back, I'll go out and find a way."

"I'll go too!" Sirius immediately stood up.

"Don't make any more trouble!" Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfiedly.

"You can't go." Lupine calmly shook his head slowly towards Sirius, "Molly is right, if you run out, we will be more worried."

"Then tell me what to do!" Sirius's stubborn temper seemed to emerge again, "Tell me! What should I do? Why don't I go to the Ministry of Magic—"

"Sirius!" Lupine raised his voice seriously, "do you understand what you're talking about?"

Sirius opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and sat back heavily in his chair.

At this moment, Lupine suddenly frowned as if thinking of something. Immediately afterwards, he shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Although it's not the time to talk, I want to say—has the few of us relied too much on McLean recently?" He frowned and said, "If it weren't for the sudden emergency today, McClain just happened to be away. , I really didn't notice this problem..."

"recent,

As soon as an incident occurs, we will subconsciously write a report and hand it over to McClean for decision, and then he will naturally send us the solutions one by one..."

"Yes, McLean's handling methods are really powerful, and he often hits the nail on the head, saving us a lot of trouble in execution...just like Dumbledore before!"

"Dumbledore?" Mrs. Weasley was taken aback for a moment.

"Molly, you are still as smart as ever... I think you understand?" Lupine nodded and said, "That's right, we used to rely on Dumbledore's decision-making, but now we just use this The dependency shifted to McClain."

"I think you're right." Mrs. Weasley also showed a thoughtful look, "Compared with us, Moody and Kingsley will be more assertive, but the few of us... ..."

"No matter what you think, I'm not good at using my brain anyway," Sirius said impatiently, "What to do and what to decide, just leave it to smart people to think about it, and I'm just in charge of execution."

"Like now—I just want to know, what are we going to do?" he said aloud.

"Molly, what do you think?" Lupine asked Mrs. Weasley.

Just as Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but fell into deep thought, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from far to near outside the kitchen, and then everyone was pleasantly surprised to see that Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and Tonks entered in a file.

"What happened? Why does everyone have this expression?" Mr. Weasley asked suspiciously.

But everyone in the kitchen didn't answer him immediately, instead they looked behind Tonks who came in last.

no one! No Harry! Only these three people!

"Where's Harry? Arthur, didn't Harry come back with you?" Mrs. Weasley immediately asked anxiously.

"Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise. "He should have been back long ago? Miss Burns took him out of the Ministry of Magic herself... He didn't come back?"

"Miss Burns?" said Lupine in amazement. "You mean, Amelia Burns, Director of Legal Enforcement? She wasn't—"

"I'm not too sure. It's possible that Dumbledore went to her... Now the problem is not this, but...Harry really didn't come back?" Mr. Weasley was very surprised, his eyes widened.

"What did I lie to you for?" Lupine shook his head helplessly.

"Where's Mr. McLean?" Kingsley interrupted their conversation, "He must know something... Maybe, he's not at home right now?"

"Yes, yes, that is..." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the upstairs, "He went to the study as soon as he came back, said he didn't need to prepare his dinner, then locked the door and never came out again... "

Kingsley was taken aback when he heard the words, and then showed a puzzled expression.

"Locked the door?" He asked strangely.

"Yes! He put a spell on the study door, and we can't even touch it," put in Fred and George.

This time even Kingsley had no idea, he thought about it, turned around and walked out the door.

"I'll go to Burns' house to ask, you guys don't go out and run around... By the way, don't use the fireplace recently, the Floo network has been monitored."

After all, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a group of people staring at each other in the kitchen, all anxious and bewildered.

The dishes on the table were getting cold little by little, during which only Mundungus and Leni ate some, and even Lena didn't move the tableware in front of him.

She wasn't worried about Harry, of course, but because the atmosphere at the scene made her feel that if she ate carelessly right now, she would create unnecessary rifts with other people.

Lena has always been trying to avoid making a bad impression on these people. She needs to let her sister Leni live a stable life in this "big family", so that she can rest assured.

"I don't know...is Mr. McLean hungry?"

Lena looked up at the ceiling, inexplicably thinking of Maca.

...

Of course Maca will be hungry, and he usually eats the most. But tonight, he didn't have time to worry about whether he was hungry or not.

At this moment in the study room, a vast ocean of faint blue magic light is constantly surging, and a large number of runes are dancing in the entire study space, shining with beautiful colors.

On the cleaned floor, lines meandered and flowed, bursting out with soft white light.

Maca sat in the middle of the room seemingly casually, closed his eyes tightly, and focused all his attention on the magic power in his body.

To be more precise——it was concentrated on the black energy mixed with magic power.

He was using the power of the rune pattern to try to filter the black air out of the magic power.

The black air seems to be very easy to infect with magic power, and its adhesion is quite high, so it is extremely difficult to remove. But with the help of the rune pattern, this is not an impossible thing to accomplish.

The rune array under him can make all the magic power within the range of the array flow together at high speed. It is only a matter of time to separate the magic power from that weird black energy.

Of course, the premise is that the carrier of the magic power—that is, Maca himself can support it.

The flow of magic power is affected by the wizard's spirit, and the high-speed flow requires the wizard to have a correspondingly strong spiritual will, otherwise a magic riot will inevitably occur.

Just like when little wizards awakened their magic power for the first time, it was because their spirits had not adapted to the magic power that had just awakened and flowed slowly.

However, what Maca has to face now is the high-speed circulation that is much more terrifying than when the magic power is awakened.

At this moment, he still closed his eyes tightly, sitting calmly in the center of the rune pattern, propping his chin with one hand, and resting the other arm casually on his thigh.

However, his hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and the veins on his forehead were even more bulging. Sweat wet the bangs on the forehead, making a few strands of hair cling to the skin at the corners of the eyes.

Only the slight sound of breathing echoed gently in the quiet study room.