Chapter 763 Canterbury School Port Street

"Why is Luna sleeping again?"

While this idea was fleeting in Hermione's mind, Maca, who was sitting on the teaching desk stuffing French fries into her mouth, was also curious about it.

Luna's daily work and rest time is still very regular. Don't look at her always in a trance, but unexpectedly pays attention to life planning.

Just like when Maca stayed at Lovegood's house, Luna called him every morning.

"When I recall that time back then, my nose itch..." Maca put down the fork with a wry smile, and rubbed his nose with his hand.

At this moment, he tapped lightly on his forehead again, secretly reminding himself:

"Well, be careful not to overprotect...don't overprotect..."

After that night in the library, Maca has changed a little bit about many people and things... When Dumbledore treated him back then, he kept a certain distance as much as possible, which will greatly promote people's growth. big help.

But now, what should be done is Maca herself.

After putting the last piece of French fries on the plate into his mouth with his hands, Maca immediately stood up, greeted the other professors, and then walked straight to the gate of the auditorium.

The way to return to the office is usually through the side corridor doorway. Look at him, either he wants to go for a walk in the vestibule, or he is planning to leave Hogwarts again.

"Maca?"

When passing the Gryffindor long table, Hermione suddenly stopped him.

"Oh,

what happened? Maca paused, and turned his head to look over, "Today's fish and chips are very Muggle-style, and the amount of salt is just right—but don't eat too much, this thing is easy to make people feel sick." Fat, I don't think Madam Pomfrey will help you lose weight! "

"It's nothing..." Hermione pursed her lips and said, "I just want to say... Maca, when are you free? I want to show you something."

"Well..." Maca thought for a while, "Maybe it won't work today, or tomorrow... can it be?"

"Of course," Hermione said immediately, showing off her face. "Of course, then at noon tomorrow, we'll be at—"

As she was speaking, she stretched out her finger and pointed upwards.

"Waiting for you at the 'old place'."

Maca knew right away that she was talking about the Response Room, because Maca had told her that at the beginning.

"Ok, no problem."

After nodding to Hermione, Maca chatted casually with Harry and the others, and finally glanced at Luna, who was still dozing off, before turning and leaving.

"Hermione, are you going to perform this morning's experiment for Maca?" Harry asked subconsciously, looking at the slowly closing doors of the auditorium.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Ron couldn't help but whispered, "Hermione, don't you think you should wait until your research is more mature..."

"Of course I didn't intend to just show Maca the one in the morning! Didn't I say that? That's not even the first step..." Hermione said with drooping face.

"Oh, is there anything cooler?" Harry nodded immediately, "That's no problem!"

"Yeah, of course there are 'cooler' ones..." Hermione suddenly lowered her head and sighed as she spoke, "However, that also requires repeated experiments and adjustments before it can be successful. .”

Having said that, she finally waved her hand and said, "Okay! Ron is right, this is not a good idea... I was too impulsive."

Hermione wanted Maca's approval, and both Harry and Ron already knew that. But that's why they both...

"Don't worry! The one this morning is already amazing, Maca will be happy for you after reading it!"

They couldn't say such consoling words at all, because they knew very well that even if the fact might turn out to be like that, Hermione herself couldn't be happy.

"Hermione, Harry," after the three were silent for a moment, Ron suddenly said, "This afternoon... let's skip class..."

...

When Hermione and the three little lions were discussing some bad things, Maca had already gone directly from the school gate to the gate of Black's old house.

Because he knew that at this time, someone was already waiting for him here.

"Oh, are you eating here too?"

Entering the old house through the foyer, he went straight to the door of the reception room, but Maca found that there was no one inside. Ordinarily at least Lupine didn't leave here very often, so he knew right away that everyone must be in the kitchen.

Sure enough, as soon as the door at the end of the corridor was pushed open, Maca saw that lunch was being busily eaten inside. The children he and Sarah had saved before were also here, and it seemed that they were living a much more comfortable and relaxed life than before.

"Maka, are you here?"

As soon as Lupine saw him show his face, he greeted him immediately, and Sirius, who was sitting near the door, also reached out and touched Maca's arm friendly.

It is worth mentioning that when the children turned their heads when they heard the sound, a burst of names were "splashed" at Maca. Maca, McLean, brother, sir... they all have names, but Maca can only stand where he is and respond with a cheerful smile.

To be honest, he can't really deal with children—of course, those like little wolf girl Lainie must be excluded.

But these children are finally becoming cheerful, which is a good thing in any case.

"Mr. McLean, would you like to sit down and eat something?" Only Lena remained the same. After discovering Maca, she immediately stood up from her seat, "I'll go and prepare some for you."

"No, no need—" Maca said hastily, "I've already eaten at school."

"Then I'll make a cup of Goldigan tea..."

Lena nodded calmly, and was about to turn around and go to the teapot, Maca had no choice but to stop her.

"Drink when I come back! Sit down first and eat well..." He said, and quickly waved to the place next to the wall inside, "Mundungus, don't eat and drink there ,Come out!"

After all, Maca waved to everyone, telling them to continue eating. As for himself, he quickly turned around and walked towards the reception room.

Mundungus didn't dare to neglect, after leaving the kitchen, he hurriedly followed behind.

"I want to ask you what you know." After reaching the reception room, Maka didn't sit down, but stood at the door and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Mundungus just stood still in front of Maca, and nodded quickly after listening to Maca's words.

"Last time you said that we were not allowed to follow up on our own—" he whispered, "so, the news after that is still obtained from others... You know, it may not be very accurate."

"Of course," Maca said immediately, "Just say it, I'll verify it myself."

"Okay," Mundungus continued, "I heard from an old man that after leaving London's black market, the group seemed to have returned to the southeast—it was just yesterday."

"Scholar's Street in Canterbury? The place where wizards gather..." Maca answered, but then pondered, "What did they do there? If nothing happened, the news should still be out. It won't be in your hands so soon."

"Oh, I think so..." Mundungus spread his hands and said, "But it's a bit strange - they robbed a man at the door of a wizard's house, a male wizard surnamed Smith, from the Hong Kong Post Office Deputy Director."

"Really?" Maca raised his eyebrows and whispered to himself, "I took away an owl manager? Is it related to some letter?"

After thinking for a while, Maca looked at Mundungus in front of him again.

"After this, is there any updated information?"

"Probably there is," Mundungus said, but admitted frankly, "but most of the information is still on the way... Maybe we will know more at night."

"Then don't wait," Maca looked up at the wall clock in the conference room. "Is your 'old buddy' following there? Or did he get the news from someone else?"

"Hey," Mundungus laughed obscenely when he heard this, "My old buddy is as timid as I am—of course, if you want to touch the source of the information, you will soon be able to." turn up."

"Then you come with me!" Maka waved, and went to the hall first, "When you find that group of people, you can come back by yourself first, and I will do the rest by myself."

"Oh, it's great to be able to do things with you!" Mundungus followed up with a smile, and said casually, "At least there will be no danger."

...

A moment later, Xuegang Street, Canterbury.

"This is my old buddy, if you have any questions, just ask him!"

In the depths of a booth that was randomly set up with sackcloth and bamboo poles, Maca saw an old man who was even more sloppy than Mundungus.

When Maca noticed him, he was still talking non-stop with other people, the kind that couldn't seem to stop for a while.

So Maca simply flicked a gold Galleon over, telling him to shut up and walk over.

"Hey, Dunge!" the old man said casually while playing with the Galleon in his hand, "Although we have known each other for a long time, since you have brought someone, this is a business! I want to ask a question, a gold gallon Garen is not enough!"

"Come on!" Mundungus immediately pushed the old man, "What to say, what to say, it's the latest incident, I brought our boss to 'pick up the goods' face to face."

"Boss?" After hearing this, the old man couldn't help but look at Maca again, "I've heard you brag about me every time, and this time I finally met a real person... All right, all right! Come with me..."

A guy like him who has been doing information business all his life is obviously very curious about Maca's identity. It's a pity that Maca had already prepared a disguise before he came, so he couldn't see what was coming after all.

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