Chapter 753

If the bald old man from before was used as the criterion, for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, the level of danger of that group was not low.

Of course, based on the information Mundungus has collected so far, nothing can be said.

"Start by keeping an eye on the general movements of those people, but don't try to get too close—again, the priority is to ensure your own safety."

Speaking of which, Maca poured all the remaining butter beer in the glass into his stomach, and then put the glass on the bar behind him.

"Oh, I almost forgot! If it were you, you probably wouldn't take the initiative to go over there, no matter whether it was safe or not?"

Maca smiled at Mundungus, then took out a gold Galleon and put it next to the cup, as if he was about to leave.

"Are you going to get busy again?"

At the bar, Aberforth, who was collecting cups, made a rare initiative to ask, and Maca shook his head accordingly.

"I don't think... I've never really been free..."

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Mundungus couldn't help raising his head and asked in doubt, "Are you... are you going to investigate in person tonight?"

"Investigation is definitely necessary. After all, this incident involves some minor issues that I am concerned about," Maka paused. "But before that, I have to meet someone first."

Remembering that bald head had repeatedly mentioned "Successor of Evil" and "Dagger of Pain", Maca wanted to dig out something from the opponent's brain.

It's a pity that apart from the astrological prediction, he didn't get any more practical and useful information.

However,

Since the other party mentioned the dagger, it meant that the matter was more or less related to what he was researching. In other words, he might be able to obtain some information that can be written into the new "Book of Sin".

As long as there is such a slight possibility, Maca will not let it go easily. Because as long as he still wants to figure out Rowena Ravenclaw's true purpose, he must try to make himself have the same or even more actual intelligence as the other party.

Otherwise, he could only be trapped in Rowena's grasp forever—even if the "great" witch seemed to have been dead for nearly a thousand years.

"I have to go, see you next time!"

After greeting the two of them, Maca straightened his collar and walked out of the Pig's Head Bar quickly.

It's night now.

The nights in Hogsmeade are always chilly, and there are thick snow accumulations beyond the roads. He stepped on the snow, creaked and took two steps towards a place where no one was around, and as the space expanded and contracted, a cloud of snowflakes was brought up, and he disappeared completely.

...

There are still classes scheduled for tomorrow morning, so it is best to finish this trip in the evening. Fortunately, this time he really just wanted to find someone to find out about the situation again. In theory, he must be able to catch up and get a good night's sleep.

"Boom!"

It was no longer the tense period when Voldemort was still active, and most of the Floo network lines connected to the Department of Magic Hall had been restored.

Of course, Maca himself knew very well that when he used the fireplace to move, there would always be some unavoidable disturbances.

"Yes, yes, don't stare at me, isn't it just a little bit hotter?"

With Maca's popularity in the magic world today, even the overreaction of Floo powder's magic flame will only surprise the wizards even more.

But to be honest, at this point when most of the staff have already gone home from get off work, it is quite surprising that there is still a lot of people in the magic department hall.

Just to compare it with the scene during the day, it is obviously much better.

When passing the security checkpoint in front, the staff on duty behind the counter looked back and forth at Maca a few more times. But it is conceivable that as long as Maca has no intention of stopping at all, they are afraid that they will be embarrassed to death.

"Don't worry, this is your job, I will try my best to cooperate," Maca walked up to a security inspector, and smiled at her, "But before that—I wonder if Mr. Scrimgeour is off work? ?”

"Uh..." behind the counter, the female security inspector in uniform hesitated, "No, I don't think so. On normal working days, Mr. Minister is usually at-"

Just as she was speaking, she looked up at the huge wall clock on the square, and then said, "Yes, I won't get off work until more than two hours later."

Maca couldn't help but shrugged when he heard this.

"Oh, that's really conscientious—" he went on, "send a message to the Assistant Secretary's Office! Just say that Maca McLean at Hogwarts needs to see Mr Scrimgeour... "

In the middle of the conversation, Maca suddenly seemed to remember something, and added deliberately: "Ah, I won't hand over my wand to you for inspection. I don't think it makes any sense."

"Wand... this... is it..."

The female security inspector touched the hat on her head with some anxiety, and then turned her head to glance at another colleague with a slightly different uniform.

From the looks of it, that person's position seems to be somewhat higher than hers... Even if not, that colleague's qualifications must be much deeper than hers.

Seeing that the other party nodded to her, she turned around and looked at Maca again.

"I understand, Mr. McLean." She also nodded first, and then followed up, "And... sorry, do you have... I want to say, have you made an appointment?"

"No no no no!"

The female security inspector was asking intermittently, and Maca hadn't shown any impatience yet, but the middle-aged staff behind her seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

He took two steps forward and squeezed to the side of the female security inspector, with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. McLean, you definitely don't need an appointment." He said loudly, "Just go in, the minister's office is on the right hand side of the top floor - I think Mr. Scrimgeour will be happy to join you Narrative!"

"Oh, thank you!" Maca smiled and said, "But I have to say, the lady security inspector did a good job. Actually, I'm not in a hurry today, just follow the procedure—"

"Let's inform the assistant minister first! Whether you need to make an additional appointment, that's his job!"

As Maca said, he was not in a hurry today, and if he needed an urgent meeting, he would not go to Scrimgeour in the usual way like now.

The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly very important to the wizarding world of a country, and this was clearly highlighted at the time of Voldemort.

Considering that the despicable Haierbo would suddenly come back to life at some point, he also deliberately checked the situation here, which could be regarded as making some preparations for the future.

If necessary, he can even help Scrimgeour add some security guarantees to consolidate the relative stability of the British Ministry of Magic for some time to come.

Judging from the performance of the current Minister of Magic, Maca doesn't mind making some contributions to this place.

After waiting for a while, the assistant minister ran down from the upstairs, and picked up Maca in good spirits under the eyes of everyone.

Not long after he left, the middle-aged security inspector muttered in bewilderment.

"...Isn't there no need for an appointment at all?"

As for the female security inspector who received Maca just now, she still stretched her neck and looked in the direction of the elevator until Maca's back could no longer be seen, then she looked back with bright eyes.

"Anna, McLean praised me just now! He praised me for doing a good job!"

"Hey, people just said it was 'not bad'." Behind another counter, the same female colleague immediately gave her a blank look. "Besides, why are you so excited? Just like you, are you still counting on something?" No?"

"Eh? No..." She whispered awkwardly, "He's five years younger than me...five years...wait, it doesn't seem like the difference is too much!"

The female security inspector muttered while looking up at the square. Among the "Portraits of Outstanding Contributors to the Ministry of Magic" on the wall of the fountain square, there was a glorious image of Maca flashing on it.

...

While many people followed Maca's arrival and shifted their eyes to the portrait painting, Maca himself followed Scrimgeour's third assistant to board the upward elevator.

Of course, he also saw the portrait with his upper body, and the self in it raised his eyebrows at him as a greeting.

However, this doesn't mean much to him, because if he and Mr. Minister have a bad relationship in the future, maybe his portrait will be removed secretly!

Vested interests are the most effective interests, and the rest can only become more permanent by relying on careful maintenance. Unfortunately, accidents are often unexpected and merciless.

"Mr. McLean, this way please—"

Along the way, Maca could feel that the assistant minister who was walking in front was somewhat indifferent to him, probably because of the jealousy of being a "young man".

As Scrimgeour's assistant, he knew very well that he had to be respectful enough to Maca, but he happened to be not much older than Maca, and he still happened to be an "excellent talent".

To be honest, if he wasn't excellent, he wouldn't have won the most sought-after position of "Assistant Minister of Magic" among so many competitors.

"For example, this one." Maca couldn't help chuckling secretly.

If this "talent" can climb up again and again in the future, through the accumulation of experience in various positions, and finally rely on strength and luck to grab the position of Minister of Magic, then the relationship between Maca and him is usually not much better that's it.

Even if they are polite on the surface, if they want to communicate in depth, it may be extremely difficult.

"I have greeted Mr. Scrimgeour just now, and he is waiting for you inside now. I still have something to do here, so I won't continue to accompany you."

After sending Maca to the door of the minister's office, the third assistant left without looking back.

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