Chapter 907: Guide

"Astronomical observatory? Telescope? Haha... Brother, what era are you talking about? The Royal Observatory in Greenwich has long been moved to Fort Herst Monsuau!"

Maca is now more and more convinced of his original idea.

For things like this, Scrimgeour should directly contact the Muggle Prime Minister in his capacity as the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom-this is the most effective way of doing things at present.

To be honest, he felt a little bit blind right now.

As soon as Maca entered the so-called "Old Royal Observatory", he found that there were only a lot of exhibits there. It was not so much an observatory as it was a museum related to astronomy education.

After coming out of it, he thought about it and planned to ask someone.

And after disturbing a few Muggle men and women in the vicinity, he realized that the Greenwich Observatory had been moved to another place decades ago, and what remained here was just a commemorative site!

Hearing that his trip was in vain, Maca also felt a little helpless.

After all, he knew very little about Muggle astronomy, or the rise and fall of Muggle observatories. Looking at it this way, he suddenly felt that it was no coincidence that he could enter the magic world and become a wizard - those children who grew up in wizard families were probably at his level.

While wondering whether he should consult with a Muggle "big shot" next, he unconsciously paced along the road. But when he started to think about going to the prime minister's office for a sit, he found that he was already in a certain snow-covered garden.

"Oh, it's him?"

Maca looked at the familiar figure not far away, and immediately realized that that was not the talkative uncle he had just gotten rid of?

And when he was looking at the bench next to him, an old man in a volunteer uniform also came into his eyes.

"...Then this should be the 'alcoholic father' he is talking about, right?"

Just when Maca was hesitating whether to avoid it to avoid wasting time, the old man suddenly raised his head.

Those cloudy eyes with a hint of irritability met his gaze directly.

"I'll eat somewhere else."

Old Victor paused for a moment, but he seemed to react quickly. But he didn't know what he was thinking, so he casually said something to his son, then picked up the bag containing the lunch box again, and went straight to the rest bench on the other side.

"Dad... oh, sir, are you here?"

The middle-aged uncle just wanted to ask his father why he had to change the place and start from scratch even though he had already cleaned up the bench. But as soon as he turned his head, he happened to meet Maca's eyes first.

"Well, I'm going to...uh, take a walk."

"That sounds good," the middle-aged uncle nodded, "How is it? Did you receive 'knowledge' in the old observatory? To be honest, I have liked astronomy since I was a child...It's a pity that I am too Stupid, I probably didn't inherit any of my dad's genes!"

While talking, he beckoned Maca to sit on the bench, and finally said casually:

"You see, that's my dad... Oh, don't get me wrong, he definitely didn't target you when he left. I have to say, my dad is usually withdrawn and doesn't like to get too close to others... Well, it's probably like this thing."

"That's not necessarily true," Maca shrugged. "If you want me to say, your father should regard me as one of your friends. In order not to let me have a bad impression of you because of him, he will avoid it on purpose.”

Hearing what Maca said, the other party immediately shook his head.

"No, no, how is it possible—" he waved his hands again and again, "You must be thinking too much, my dad has always been the kind of person who does his own thing, how could he take care of my face!"

"Believe it or not." Maca spread her hands, and then asked casually, "You just said...you liked astronomy since you were a child?"

After the other party heard it,

Dang even nodded at Maca.

"I like it, I always think that the mysterious universe should be the romance of everyone!" He said happily, "If possible, I really want to go to the universe one day... Of course, this wish will probably not come true , so I plan to engrave a sentence on the tombstone after I die—”

"An epitaph?" Maca pretended to ask with great interest, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing Maca's cooperation, the uncle couldn't help but become happier, and soon he smiled half-truthfully and half-falsely:

"Just write 'Please send my coffin up into the sky, and if you're worried about turning into space junk, let me fly towards the sun!' … What do you think?"

"Isn't that the same as cremation?" Maca also smiled, and then said, "By the way... I remember you said just now that your father's genes have not been passed on to you? Could it be that he has a great understanding of astronomy?" Do you understand well?"

He made a small detour, but he still got to the question he wanted to ask.

Speaking of which, although he can directly use magic to do many things, but right now he would rather use a more normal and ordinary way to obtain what he needs.

Because, now there is another Haierbo who doesn't know where to hide! If you want to get things done well, you should not easily do something that attracts that guy's attention.

As for Macana's seemingly curious inquiry, Old Victor's talkative son seemed even more interested.

"Of course!" he said, "I know, seeing my father, it must be difficult for you to guess that he was a great man. To be honest, I admired my father when I was a child, because I thought, He seems to know everything!"

"Well, did you just ask him if he knows a lot about astronomy? I have to tell you that he was hired as a professor of astronomy at Cambridge University at a very young age, specializing in astrophysics..."

While this middle-aged uncle was chattering excitedly, Maca looked at him as a grown man, but he was still able to show such a young mind without realizing it. If he used to adore his father, wouldn't he adore him now?

Maca didn't speak to disturb his interest, until the other party finally had enough of his addiction, he nodded in agreement.

"Oh, you do have a wonderful father!"

"Ah, sorry, I didn't stop it for a while, I said a bit too much..."

At this time, the guy seemed to realize that he seemed a little impolite, and quickly apologized to Maca, but Maca didn't care much about it.

"No, you made me understand that people can't just look at the surface..." Maca smiled, "Then, if possible, can you introduce your father to me? I've heard you say so much, We can’t wait to get to know him.”

He had been waiting for this moment ever since he heard a clue from the other party's words. However, the other party seemed to feel a little embarrassed.

"This..." the uncle hesitated, "Actually, as I said just now, besides drinking and cleaning the park, my father only has a bad temper. It's not that I don't want to do it for you." Introduction, it's just..."

However, Maca still just smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I know - when I came here just now, not only did I hear it clearly, but I didn't forget it. You can take me there with confidence! Otherwise... If you don't mind, I'll try it myself?"

"Oh! That's even worse, you will definitely be pissed off by his mouth..." The uncle hesitated for a while, and finally had no choice but to nod, "Okay, I'll try it with you... This is what you have to do!"

He seemed to think that Maca would definitely encounter some unpleasant situations in the past, so he repeatedly instructed Maca. But from the inside and outside of his words, it can still be heard that this is undoubtedly a kind uncle.

Because he even made an appointment with Maca, if his father scolded him, then Maca would hurry away and let his son bear the storm from the old man.

It seemed that he was often scolded at home.

When Maca followed the other party to the bench where old Victor was, he found that he was chewing an egg sandwich with his few teeth, and his mouth was constantly twisting.

But when he saw the two of them approaching, old Victor stopped talking. His eyes only stayed on Maca for a moment, and then fell on his son.

"What's wrong? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Dad! Be polite... I just met this gentleman in the park. He wanted to come over and get to know you after hearing me tell you about your achievements..."

"Achievement back then?" Old Victor curled his lips and said, "What achievements have you made? How come I don't know?"

As he spoke, he finally looked towards Maca again, but it was just a casual glance.

"Well, the young man is quite energetic..." The old man looked up and down, and then muttered, "Do what you have to do! If you have the time to get acquainted with a rotten alcoholic like Lao Tzu, you might as well go home to read more How many books are there!"

While speaking, some bread crumbs and egg stars fell out of his mouth, which looked somewhat disgusting.

But no matter how disgusting Maca is, it's not like I haven't seen it before, so it's nothing... Besides, he didn't spray it on himself, did he?

"Sir, I remember someone said before, 'No matter how many books you read, it's better to walk more roads'. Not to mention, I don't even know which road to take now..." Maca After thinking about it, "I don't understand anything now, so I urgently need a 'guide'!"

Old Victor listened, looked at Maca again, and then was about to say something. But at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something was wrong, and subconsciously looked around...

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