Chapter 842 "Justice" Will Never Admit Defeat

"Justice never surrenders!"

At first glance, this inexplicable headline with the atmosphere of the second class really blinded Maca's dog's eyes. But when Maca saw the subtitle below, he immediately forgot about the main title full of kingly spirit.

"...'The headmaster of Sheberhe School of Magic stepped forward, the mysterious black wizard was wounded and escaped'," Maca read out the line slowly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Why don't I believe it?"

Anyone who knows who destroyed the Israeli Ministry of Magic is unlikely to believe the content of this article. Who is Hai Erbo? That is a powerful dark wizard whose name has survived to this day!

Sheberhe Academy of Magic is the only magic school in Israel. Since it is next to Egypt, most of the student resources have been robbed.

As for who the dean of that academy is, Maca has never even heard of it—yes, it seems that even a decent treatise on magic has never appeared.

But of course, the words can't be too absolute, who knows if it is another old monster who likes to hide his strength?

You know, since stepping into the magic world until now, Maca has seen several old wizards who are obviously beyond the normal level. He wouldn't be surprised at all if there were one or two more.

However, the most likely thing now is - Hai Erbo has started directing and acting on his own!

Just as Maca expected before, Haierbo is indeed not so bold as to be an enemy of the world. But what Maca didn't expect was that this old guy was not only timid, but also surprisingly cautious.

Coupled with his despicable means of doing things and unique magic, it is of course easy to change his identity.

In the final analysis, Maca still lacks the necessary understanding of Haierbo, just like he has not been able to figure out Rowena's nature for a long time.

Thousands of years are indeed enough for many information to be buried in the dust of history forever.

"justice?"

After skimming through the entire news, he glanced at the headline again, only to laugh in his heart.

"Maka, do you think that the dean of Heber College..."

"It should be Hai Erbo himself."

Maca directly gave his answer to Professor McGonagall's inquiry. In fact, since McGonagall would ask such a question, it is obvious that he also has doubts about the "Justice Dean".

"Then," Professor McGonagall took the newspaper again, and said seriously, "I'm going to write an urgent letter to Mr. Akinbad now... What to do next, first look at the trend of the International Federation of Wizards talk."

"Well, it's better to be on the safe side." Maca nodded, "Oh right... I have already sent President Akinbad the content of the previous report. Professor, you only need to explain your guess about this new change. That's it."

"OK."

Professor McGonagall said, and patted Maca on the shoulder.

"You are right to do this. There are many things that should not be borne by you. You are a kind child, but now, you should also understand that 'your own pain and fatigue will make some people feel painful' It's over."

After all, Mag didn't stay any longer, turned around and left quickly.

Maca stared blankly at the closed office door, and after a long time, he nodded silently.

"I see."

Looking back suddenly, the snowflakes outside the window are still falling leisurely, and the cold air is slowly sucked into the lungs, telling the coolness of the heart.

...

Since Haierbo will choose to settle in Israel, this is not only the fact of his reappearance to Maca, but also a signal of temporary safety.

And the relaxed life at Hogwarts proved this at the same time.

Under the persuasion of Professor McGonagall...or in other words, under the dominance of the idea that "the sky is falling and the International Federation of Wizards will support it", Maca temporarily put aside those troubles.

If it wasn't for the fact that the international pages of the "Daily Prophet" were not talking about the situation there every day,

Everyone is afraid that this big news has long been forgotten.

After all, no matter what, this is an incident abroad. Just like the attack on the school in Greece last time, the phenomenon of having nothing to do with oneself and not worrying about oneself exists everywhere.

In the past few days, apart from studying the data provided by the old Eun before going to bed at night, Maca spent at least half of his daytime on designing activities of "Protecting Fantastic Beasts" and "Defense Against the Dark Arts".

Perhaps to other people, Maca was doing difficult tasks, but to him, it was undoubtedly a kind of relaxation.

"Hagrid, is it in there? Hagrid?"

One afternoon, Maca stepped on the gradually thicker snow to the hunting lodge, and knocked hard on the wooden door.

And Fang the Hound's barking told him that Hagrid was most likely at home.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before he heard another rough voice added to the dog's bark, which was the sound of Hagrid telling Fang Fang to shut up.

Soon, the wooden door was opened from the inside with a creak, and Maca greeted him casually.

"Hagrid, are you free? Come with me—"

He didn't even go in, he just stood on the steps of the door and opened his mouth.

"What?" For a moment, Hagrid looked a little puzzled, "If you are free, you are free, but... where are we going?"

"Romania," Maca said with a big wave of his hand, "I contacted Charlie's research institute... Oh, you know, Charlie Weasley—he helped take your Norbert away."

"Oh, I remember," Hagrid nodded, "Ron's brother...uh, do you mean it?"

"That's right, I borrowed a fire dragon from a Romanian dragon farm. Well, in fact, this is the inspiration you brought to me."

"Triple Cup?"

The last time Hagrid borrowed an invisible beast as a classroom textbook, he was looking for the relationship of the Triwizard Tournament. Only this time, Maca set his target on the seemingly impossible Fire Dragon.

Generally speaking, it is impossible to borrow such dangerous magical creatures, unless it is a large-scale traditional event like the three-finals.

Except for the special dragon farms with the special license of the International Federation of Wizards, all private or organization domestication of fire dragons is illegal, and they will be sent to the wizarding court!

"Maka, how did you do it? How could the Romanian Fire Dragon Research Institute agree..."

But Maca waved his hand, signaling Hagrid to close the door and get ready to go.

"I asked Scrimgeour to help me get a research application-in fact, Professor Dumbledore has done this before, otherwise you think the 'dragon blood' in his 'Twelve Uses of Dragon Blood' can help the dragon speed up How did 'healing wounds' come about?"

What Maca mentioned was Dumbledore's famous research, and it was also a major discovery that played a decisive role in the development of Dragon's Blood Healing Ointment.

"...Let's go!" He continued to urge after finishing speaking, "Harry and the others are also going together, Luna still has a class to attend this afternoon! We have to come back before the last class!"

Visiting the dragon farm is usually the thing that students yearn for the most.

Because, although the boys all like this kind of powerful creature full of power, due to the danger and uncertainty of the fire dragon, the dragon farm is usually closed to the outside world.

If you want to visit, unless you apply in the name of research and study like Maca—after all, dragon farms also need to recruit trainers, right?

After Hagrid closed the door, the two hurried to the school gate.

After a moment of astonishment, Hagrid looked extremely excited. He was the one who liked dragons the most here.

The best proof is that he secretly hatched the dragon eggs and tried to keep Noble in the hunting lodge.

"Come here and form a circle, let's use the Portkey."

Maca beckoned, and then took out a strange pink collar from his waist pocket. This Portkey was given by the Ministry of Magic, otherwise, it would be inconvenient for him to take such people with him since he had never been to Romania.

...

Romania has a mountain range that spans the country like a spine. This natural screen alone occupies 40% of the country's land.

And the Romanian dragon farm, hidden from the sight of the local Muggles, is located in that mountain range.

In recent days, snow has also started to fall here, covering the mountains with a fine white layer. The place where Maca and the others appeared was a slightly open mountain clearing, and the surrounding area was almost dark green mixed with snow.

At one end of the clearing, a small path stretched crookedly into the forest, and was blocked by more dense trees not too far away.

It's just that right next to the intersection, a wooden sign inserted obliquely on the ground pointed out the way for everyone... Although this is somewhat superfluous.

"There is only one road here. What is the significance of this sign?"

Ron couldn't help but spit out, but Ginny next to Harry coughed lightly.

"That looks like Charlie's handwriting," she muttered under her breath. "Look at that 'D' and it's written as a 'P' again! He's never been very good at writing..."

A few people talked casually while walking along the winding forest path. It can be felt that there is a certain slope under their feet, and they should be walking down.

Maca guessed that the dragon farm might be built in a valley.

And not long after, when they rounded another corner, the scene that suddenly appeared in front of them let Maca know that his guess was correct.

This is a gentle valley with a large area, and there are several old-looking buildings standing on the valley.

Except for those buildings, the rest of the place retains the original topography, and a wooden fence symbolically extends to the left and right until it disappears into the forest.

As for why it is "symbolic"... After all, this place is a fire dragon farm, how could the wooden fence be able to trap those huge flying monsters?

"Oh! There are fire dragons!" Luna suddenly yelled.

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