Chapter 824: Two Thanks

Overnight, under London, the scorched earth, thick smoke, ruined walls, and most of the black market residents hurried away from this place of right and wrong.

Speaking of which, no matter how many elves are, no matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to compete with so many wizards, let alone drive them away almost unscathed.

But the fact is that, when the danger comes unexpectedly, most people think:

"I just need to run faster than those idiots behind me."

And what Maca uses is this peculiar psychology that even thinking about it feels a little subtle.

In fact, Maca asked the elves to bombard them with spells, mostly vacant mansions in residential areas, and then basically stared at the open space at the end of the flow of people.

If anyone was injured, it was obvious... But when those wizards who escaped from the black market searched around for their relatives and friends, they found that almost none of them lost their lives.

As a result, some plausible rumors began to spread.

"Dick, do you know? This chaos was actually caused by the Ministry of Magic. They are breaking up the forces in the black market. Maybe they are planning to seize the black market and transform it into a new settlement for wizards!"

"Xie Te, don't talk nonsense there! I think it must be that some dark wizard forces have united and planned to form a group to occupy the black market..."

"Look what you're saying is true! Dick, Shet, let me tell you! I've got the latest news from my uncle who is the head of the Auror office—"

"Shut up, Demet! Who in the entire black market doesn't know that your uncle is a salesman..."

Of course, rumors are always a little weird, and no one would take them seriously. As long as they can satisfy the pastimes after dinner, their mission is considered complete.

As for how to deal with these wizards who escaped from the black market, this is what Scrimgeour should worry about.

What Maka cares about is actually some people in the black market.

"Mr. McLean...for today's...thank you."

On the banks of the Thames, Maca strolled along the river beach, his mind full of the messy things about Hai Erbo. Behind him, Asa who had just recovered was being supported by Miriam, following step by step.

When Maca heard Yasa thank him, he just waved his hand and didn't even look back.

"Instead of thanking me, it's better to think about what to do next. Don't think that I will really take you in - I don't have that idea, nor do I have that interest."

When he said this, his expression looked a little strange, but the two who followed behind couldn't notice it.

"Oh! If you can help us once regardless of the past, we are already very grateful, how dare you..."

"Asa!"

Seeing that he has been expressing his gratitude to Maca, Miriam's expression is somewhat bored.

To be honest, although she also developed a little affection for Maca, in her heart, everything that "Grandpa Lavin" explained was what she valued most.

However, the tasks assigned to her by "Grandpa LaVine" were all about opposing Maca.

"Let's not mention that you violated the boss's mission instructions, and now you are still thanking the enemy over and over again. You..." Halfway through the speech, Miriam subconsciously looked up, and Maca was right behind her. Slightly swaying in the field of vision.

"Thank you once...is that enough?"

It seems that the conscience in her heart made her unable to say some words that were too ungrateful after all.

However, Maca who was walking in front suddenly nodded after hearing Miriam's words.

"Miss Miriam is right. After all, I am still your enemy—as long as your boss doesn't change his mind, this will not change for the time being."

"Of course, I personally don't agree with your 'boss' idea!"——Maka just thought about this sentence in his heart,

Didn't say it.

After a short pause, he suddenly turned around and shrugged at the two of them.

"Okay, it's already very late, before dawn..." Maka stared at Miriam, seemingly inadvertently looking a few more times, "Well, anyway, everyone should go back and have a good sleep Bar!"

...

It's still dark at night!

Returning to Hogwarts from the river bank, not to mention anything else, at least the air has become a lot cleaner all of a sudden.

Maca originally thought that the light in the entire castle should be gone. But when he looked up, he found that the window of the principal's office was still brightly lit.

Is Professor McGonagall awake... oh, maybe Charlotte's there too?

He originally wanted to go back to the office to lie down, but he felt a little ashamed, and went all the way to the top of the main castle.

"Tut Tuk."

If there is something urgent, Maca usually won't knock on the door. He was also free to come and go from the Headmaster's Office, which was one of the few privileges he had since Dumbledore's time.

But it was so late, I thought it would be better to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice from inside the door, the door opened automatically, and Maca lifted his legs and walked in.

To his surprise, there were more people in the principal's office than he expected.

"Maka, how's the situation? Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing he saw was Charlotte. She probably happened to be near the door just now, so she opened the door for him by the way.

"The situation is... at least not bad."

Maca smiled, and was about to walk in with her, but found that Snape was also here.

During recent holidays, Snape spent time at home with his younger sister Tia, and tomorrow marks the arrival of a new week. Counting the time, has Snape been waiting here since he came back from home?

"Uh, good evening Professor..."

Seeing Maca, Snape just twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted casually, passed him, and went out the door first.

Well! There is no need to open the door again.

"Professor Snape waited here when he heard about Hai Erbo's appearance. He is knowledgeable and knows that the despicable Hai Erbo is not an ordinary wizard. He is worried that you need to be treated if you are injured."

Charlotte followed Maca and explained a few words while walking, but Maca's expression was a little subtle.

"Is that what the professor really said?"

Hearing Maca's question, Charlotte couldn't help but chuckle, that unreserved smile reminded Maca of some past times subconsciously.

"No, I guessed it..." She smiled, "Even if Professor Snape thinks so in his heart, he can't say it out of his mouth, so I can only rely on guessing!"

The two didn't take a few steps, and when they were about to reach Professor McGonagall's desk, she suddenly moved a little closer to Maca.

"This time, thank you very much."

This is the second time Maca has been thanked tonight. To be honest, who doesn't like to be thanked? But for some reason, these two thanks made Maca feel very complicated.

Perhaps Charlotte felt the same way, so after thanking her, she immediately took two steps forward.

"came back?"

Professor McGonagall was obviously very happy with Maca's return, but Maca saw that her eyes were mostly exhausted.

This time Hogwarts was also involved a little bit. Although not many students were involved in a short period of time, the huge name of "Despicable Haierbo" made it impossible for those who knew him to ignore him easily.

look! Even the gray-black eyes of the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall glanced at Maca from time to time.

It's a pity that these principals are all after the four founders. Even if they each have their own specialties, it is difficult to raise opinions in the current situation.

It can be seen that the pressure on Professor McGonagall will definitely not be small.

"Well, I'm back."

Maca didn't know what to say... Like the matter of Haierbo, or the matter of the two ancient wizard families, these actually have nothing to do with Hogwarts.

If you have to say that it is related, that is the old man Ewan Ravenclaw, but you can't just say it casually.

Maca couldn't help sighing a little more when he saw a few strands of frost under Professor McGonagall's pointed hat.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall! I will take care of this matter..."

Thinking that Hai Erbo's target seemed to be himself, Maca unconsciously came up with an idea that he had considered a few times earlier—should he formally consider leaving Hogwarts?

Just thinking about it, Maca quickly shook his head.

Leaving aside other issues, the Bewitching Monument and the Devouring Mirror alone are a big problem. Especially the latter, last time he took advantage of the opportunity of Hai Erbo's body to seal it, and it is really not a wise move to unseal it now.

"Sit down! I'll make you a pot of tea to warm your body before you go to bed... sleep a little longer tomorrow morning! You don't care about one more class or one less class in your rune class."

Seeing the thoughtful look on Maca's face, Professor McGonagall couldn't help sighing to himself—this child is too tired to live, even more tired than her as the principal.

Little did they know, Maca was also secretly lamenting her hard work!

"Oh, I don't think so." Maca said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Classes still have to be attended. You can't just give up on me just because I've always missed classes in the past!"

When he thought about the class, he suddenly realized that by the next school year, Hermione and the others would be in the seventh grade.

"But you can still drink some tea..." Maca took the opportunity to sit down on the chair next to him, and said in a soft tone, "Time flies so fast, even if I didn't quit school, it's not far from the time of graduation .”

"I'll make this tea! Professor, you've been busy all day, but I haven't done anything yet!"

Watching Charlotte pick up the teapot from the side and walk briskly towards the fireplace, Professor McGonagall and Maca, the young and the old, immediately looked at each other and smiled.

But at this moment, Charlotte looked down at the flames in the fireplace and let out a soft cry.

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