Chapter 460 Returning to Black's Old House

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! When the house elves living in the Hogwarts kitchen meet the elves of the old Lark who are with freedom , Maca thought they would argue at least for a while.

But in fact, the scene where the two groups of elves met for the first time seemed unusually peaceful.

The house-elves kept to themselves, and after politely greeting Old Lark and the other elves, they continued to get busy preparing for dinner. As for the performance of Old Lark and the others, they are even more indifferent than the house elves.

"...they have masters, but we have freedom, don't we?" Old Lark looked at the house-elves walking back and forth on the stove, and said calmly, "As long as there is purpose, agreement, and work to do, little There's nothing wrong with elves."

Of course, Maca can't understand this kind of life concept that is completely different from that of human beings, but he can't completely deny it because of this.

At first, many people thought that the reason why the house elves served the wizards was that they were defeated and captured, but now he learned of another possibility from Old Lark. Therefore, no matter how irrational the facts in front of us are, there are still certain reasons behind them.

Of course, Hermione will definitely still work tirelessly for the rights and awareness of the house elves, and he, Maca, will still help more or less when he can.

Sometimes it doesn't really matter what the truth is. Because whenever we make a choice that we think is right, who knows if it's just our own wishful thinking?

Of course, you will regret if you make a mistake, but the most regrettable thing is usually "not doing it".

Just like Maca now, when he watched the two groups of elves doing their own thing, they didn't talk much to each other at all. To be honest, he did think it was a little silly, but it was better than regretting that he didn't bring them in the future.

"Then, let's go!" Maca beckoned, "I have to show you where you live, and then assign you some tasks... Come with me!"

After Maca led them out of the doorway again, the house-elves in the kitchen started chirping and murmuring.

"Look at those scary little elves - they have clothes on! It's really scary!"

"No! Where did Mr. McLean find them?"

"Shh--don't mutter, we'll just do our work and leave 'em alone. Oh! loafing elves, they're poor...but don't come near them."

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After getting old Lak and the elves settled down, Maca finally returned to his office.

To be honest, this school year has not been completely over yet, but he has encountered so many things that he feels a little numb.

Originally, a Voldemort was tossing around in the British wizarding world, but after a lot of twists and turns, he finally had the ability to firmly suppress the opponent. But now, another Greenwald came out to make trouble.

The two generations of Dark Lords didn't say that they came first, they rushed up to him and blocked his way, so that he didn't even have the right to choose to avoid it.

However, although these two top dark wizards of different eras have already stood on the opposite side of Hogwarts, because the concepts of the two are indeed very different. Judging from the clues obtained so far, it seems that they did not gather together, but chose their own direction of action.

This can barely be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Now that Christmas is approaching, Professor McGonagall has announced the date of Dumbledore's public funeral. It is conceivable that during the period before the funeral is officially held, although the undercurrent must still be turbulent, it will definitely be calm on the surface.

That is to say, in the first half of the Christmas holiday, Maca could take a break at least.

After packing up some of the necessary items he left in the office, he sat behind his desk and flipped through his notes for a while,

Then he paced and walked out slowly.

It was still snowing outside, but the wind was not so strong. The snowflakes are light and erratic, falling on the snow on the lawn with a little coldness, doing their insignificant effort to pile up the whiteness.

Looking up, the vestibule of Hogwarts is a piece of white, which is almost the same color as the rolling hills outside and the clouds all over the sky, making people feel a little blurred about the distance.

Most of the students have already signed on the list to go home for Christmas. When Maca stood on the steps in front of the gate, most of the little wizards passing by would say "Merry Christmas" to him, and then three to five percent The group walked towards the carriage parked on the side of the vestibule together.

Maca looked at their figures and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for herself.

Rather than being a professor who fights for students, he actually hopes that he is a student who only needs to bury his head in his study and life. But his student days seemed to end a little too early.

Shaking his head slightly, Maca put these trivial emotions behind him, and stepped on the crunching snow to the outside of the school gate.

Not long after, the space on the deserted street in front of Grimmauld Square suddenly twisted, and Maca's figure quietly appeared there.

He opened the hidden Black old house, pushed open the door and walked in leisurely.

Mrs. Weasley seemed to have gone back, at least Maca didn't hear her usual loud shouting. Therefore, the portrait of Sirius' mother is still covered with curtains, and there are no sharp and high-pitched curses.

There are more people here, but there are fewer people, but overall, it has indeed become a little deserted here.

Maca had just stepped on the thick carpet and walked through the hall, before deciding where to go, but saw a small figure sitting on the steps of the stairs.

"Isra?"

The carpet eliminated Maca's already light footsteps, so that until he spoke, Isla, who was alone in a daze, barely noticed his arrival.

"Maca!"

The little girl stood up abruptly, and then hurried to Maka, grabbing the sleeve of his robe.

"You came."

Maca stroked her hair lightly, a slight smile appeared on her face.

He still liked this child quite a bit, at least Isla was different from those children in the same situation, in despair she still did not give up hope. And a strong child will always make people feel good.

Under Isla's clear gaze, Maca knelt down and took a good look at her.

"You're still so thin, have you eaten well?"

Isla nodded timidly. The excitement when she saw Maca on the first day of junior high school was gradually fading, and the accustomed silence returned to her.

Maca didn't care, because the other children must be more silent than Isla - he could easily predict it without even looking.

For these children, it takes time to slowly settle down if they want to return to their personalities like normal children.

Just when Maca was about to try to talk to Islado, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, regular and light, probably Lena.

Sure enough, as soon as Maca looked up, he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure from the gap of the stair railing.

"How are you doing?"

Although his contact with Black's old house has never been interrupted, and he knows most of the situation here, after all, it is impossible to write down all the trivial details of life and convey them to him in the encrypted report .

As one of the actual leaders of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca felt that it was still necessary to understand everyone's lives.

Lena was just as prim as ever.

However, after hearing Maca's question, she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she calmly gave a precise and concise response to Maca's question after she stood in front of Maca properly.

"Living here is very comfortable and safe. Although Leni always said that she was bored and wanted to go out, she didn't really hate it here. Mrs. Weasley was very good to us, and Leni was very kind." like her……"

Although Maca was asking her, nine of the ten sentences she heard were about her sister. For this werewolf girl whose head is full of sisters, Maca has nothing to do.

"I already know about Leni's situation," Maca nodded, "So, what about you?"

"Me?" Lena seemed to have never been aware of her own thoughts. After Maca asked, she thought about it a little bit, "...I am very happy to be in the kitchen every day."

"Okay!" Maca shrugged, gave up asking, and asked instead, "Where is Sirius? His body should have almost recovered, right? Where is he now?"

"He went to the street to buy Christmas gifts, and he will probably come back after dark." Lena replied.

"Where's Lupine?"

Maca nodded and continued to ask, but just as she spoke, Lupine and Tonks appeared at the door of the reception room together.

"Here it is!" said Lupine loudly. "Merry Christmas, Maca!"

"Yes! Merry Christmas!" Tonks also greeted, "Are you alone? Didn't you bring other people over this time?"

"It's Christmas, everyone should go home for a reunion, how can we have the time to come here!" Maca said with a smile, "I think it's better if there is no one here, that's good!"

Maca's casually joking words could not help evoking emotion in everyone's hearts.

If there is no one here, there are only two possibilities. Either the world is peaceful, or their beliefs are completely shattered.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the possibility of achieving the goal is still not small.

"I hope!" Lupine said, "This year's Christmas wish, this is it!"

Several people looked at each other and couldn't help but smile knowingly. With a wave of Maca's hand, a Christmas tree decorated with magic lights appeared in the hallway, and the lights and lights made the room more warm.

"Then have a relaxing Christmas first!"

Maca's words warmed the hearts of everyone present. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.