Chapter 430

( ) "Ron, are you out?"

Harry, who was uneasy about Qiu's "look back and smile", was awakened by Ron's vague voice, and he patted Ron on the shoulder in surprise.

"Hey——" Ron munched on the delicious sausage, slightly dissatisfied, "Don't make me sound like I just came back from Azkaban, that's too exaggerated!"

"Oh... come on!" Harry said happily, "It's good that you recover, it doesn't matter if it's Azkaban or the school hospital!"

"Madame Pomfrey heard about it, and she will pour you several bottles of potions!" Ron couldn't help trembling as he said, "Honestly, I don't want to go there anymore ! None of the potions there are drinkable."

"Really?" Harry thought for a while, "By the way, why didn't you go back to the dormitory after you came out? I was still wondering if you would be discharged from the hospital this morning!"

"Don't mention it!" Ron swallowed the sausage in his mouth, and then said with a bitter face, "Although the food in the school hospital is not bad, but the three meals a day are the same, anyone who eats too much will get bored... Now I just I want to eat something different! I want to go crazy!"

"Ha! That sounds like—"

Harry was about to tease Ron, but Hermione's voice interrupted the conversation between him and Ron.

"Stop talking about those useless things! Come and see this!"

The two turned their heads after hearing the words, only to see a large "Daily Prophet" covering Hermione's upper body, making her expression invisible. But just judging from her tone, I'm afraid she is not in a good mood now.

"Sirius—" Hermione said hurriedly, "Is Sirius in America? I remember correctly, right?"

"You remember it right," Harry said as soon as he heard the name, he hurried around Ron and grabbed the newspaper, "What happened to America? What happened?"

Since it was a matter of Sirius' situation, Harry made a mistake. Hearing a "crash", the newspaper was torn in two, and he and Hermione each held one half in their hands.

"...A large number of unknown attackers suddenly appeared in the United States. The wizarding world and the Muggle world suffered multiple unorganized attacks at the same time. The U.S. Department of Magic announced the opening of a second-level wartime emergency plan, and some areas may be upgraded depending on the situation. Magic stationed in the United States World Reporter, Cora Smith has an urgent report for you."

"Wartime?" Ron said with his eyes widened. "When was the last time the wartime plan was started? During the first wizarding war?"

"This...I...we have to tell Maca immediately!" Harry hurriedly said,

"That sounds like a bad situation!"

"I think you're right..." Hermione also stood up abruptly, brushed past Ron, and walked quickly to the side corridor passage, "By the way, the contingency plan is after the first wizarding war." It was only proposed at the International Council of Wizards, and the classification was passed after it was passed—before that, there was no such word in the wizarding world!"

Harry followed Hermione and walked over there, while Ron blinked, reached out and inserted the last sausage on the plate, and then hurriedly turned and chased after him.

"I've really studied the history of magic this time. I'm sure the above didn't mention this." He said innocently to himself while trotting forward.

...

"Bang bang—"

The three of Hermione ran through the stairs and corridors, and came to Maca's office door panting. But before she knocked on the door a few more times, the door opened by itself.

"Oh - Maca! Maca, look at this -" Hermione repeated, "Something happened in America!"

"What's wrong?"

Maca, who was muttering to a book behind the pile of books on the desk, stopped. He put the book on the table, got up and walked around the pile of materials around him, and appeared in front of the three of them.

"Something happened in America—" Hermione said as she handed the half of the newspaper with related reports to Maca.

"Ok?"

Maca caught a glimpse of the photo of the overseas report. In that photo, a large black mist with sparks and streamers in the center bombarded a bunch of Muggle buildings in groups, causing a large-scale explosion. Buildings collapsed.

After hastily skimming over the contents of the report, his face became more serious.

"No normal person would plan such a stupid thing," Maca frowned, "unless it's a complete lunatic."

Just looking at the area covered by the photo, the number of black mist clusters clearly exceeds a hundred people, and this is definitely only a part of it. And Maca knew very well in his heart that every black mist cluster that looked like a black meteor represented a silent person.

He had also imagined that maybe the number of silent people would not be so small, but he never expected that there would be so many. It can be seen that those remaining members of Greenwald have not been less busy over the years.

"I'm going to Sirius right now, let's not talk about anything else, at least I have to bring him back." Maca said as he was about to go out, but Harry grabbed his robe, " What's the matter? Are you going too?"

"Harry? Have you ever thought about it, we—" Hermione immediately glared at Harry.

"No!" Harry interrupted loudly, "I know that with our strength, we can only add trouble to Maca! I just want to say, be careful, Maca... that seems very dangerous .”

"If it's not what I want to say, I think you are more dangerous." Maca muttered secretly, but didn't say it out of his mouth.

He just nodded, and after Harry let go of his hand, he strode out of the office door.

"Sorry, Harry," said Hermione sheepishly, "I thought you—"

"It's okay." Harry shook his head and said, "Actually, I really want to go with Maca, but... I think you all feel the same way, right?"

"I'm going to practice." Ron stuffed the last sausage on the fork into his mouth, and then suddenly walked towards the corridor outside the door, "I'm a training session behind you. It's just not enough..."

"I'm going too!" Harry immediately chased after him.

Behind them, Hermione stood in the middle of Maca's office, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked around the office, feeling a little more heavy in her heart.

Just now, it was obvious that she wanted to go to America with Maca in her heart, but when Harry seemed to be the first to speak out, she subconsciously tried to veto it.

Yes, she, Hermione Granger, had always been sensible, but she didn't really want to be that way all the time. She knew very well that it was necessary to be impulsive sometimes, otherwise she would not always be half a point behind Harry in actual combat.

In ordinary non-emergency situations, her sanity would be very useful; but in emergency situations, when her brain has no time to fully consider, this advantage can be dramatically transformed into a fatal flaw.

After the training last night, Maca said this to her, and she felt that Maca was right. But this kind of thing doesn't mean that it can be changed by changing it. This happened to her just now.

Of course, as far as the situation just now is concerned, this is not a wrong judgment. Hermione was just thinking, if one day, when she had to face some kind of crisis, would she be able to make a decisive and correct choice.

"...I'm afraid you will hesitate?" Hermione sighed sadly.

...

On the other side, Maca quickly swept across the lawn in front of the castle, unlocked the defensive spell on the main gate of the school, and came to the horse path outside the gate. But before he got into the bushes by the side of the road as usual and left with the help of the portkey, he turned his head back.

"Although it should only be a short-term departure, the specific situation over there is still unknown. To be on the safe side, let's leave something behind!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a silver-white mist glowing all over his body. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a huge silver-white eagle and left his body. It spread its wings and flew towards the castle, leaving a trail of light in mid-air. Long strips of light.

It takes a lot of magic power to maintain the existence of the patron saint from a long distance. But no matter what, he didn't want any more disasters to happen at Hogwarts.

If the Patronus is left behind, unless Voldemort or Greenwald comes in person, it can still be dragged on for a while.

The physical control of the Patronus Charm is a high-level usage he created unintentionally, and the long-distance use of the Patronus Charm is a result of Dumbledore's research. Dumbledore taught this usage to some members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Maca was of course among them.

"Although the eagle is indeed more handsome than the badger, it's still somewhat embarrassing..."

Maca shook her head, turned and stepped into the bushes. As the space distorted for a while, when he reappeared, he had already crossed the entire sea area and arrived at New York, USA, on the other side of the ocean, along the Hudson River.

As soon as his eyes became clear, Maca knew that what he was worried about had come true—the riverside hut had been turned into ruins.

He hurriedly waved the staff in his hand, and a wave of magic power swayed, and everything in the ruins was reflected in his mind with the feedback of the magic power of the detection spell.

There were no fluctuations in magic power, no signs of life, no giant spiders, no corpses left, not even a trace of blood.

It seems that Sirius and the pair of sisters should have left safely, otherwise, there would be no remnants of the magic power from the battle.

"Where are they going..." Maca frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "Jackson Square? The only thing I can think of right now is over there. After all, those children are also there, and Abigail knows that ..."

After thinking for a while, he immediately put on the Disillusionment Charm, stepped on the magic book, flew into the air, and left in the direction of the entrance of Jackson's Trade Plaza. Behind him, a gust of wind passed over the ruins of the house quietly, and several fragments of newspapers flew along with them, floating far away towards the sparkling river.