Maka naturally saw the windbreaker wizard's repeated hesitations.
Although he had some idea of what was going on when the other party stopped talking, he had no way of knowing what would happen next, or what exactly would happen.
So to be honest, before Maka went down to the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, even with his usual calmness, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
However, in fact, nothing unexpected happened.
"...Isn't this weaker than the Black Deaths created by Voldemort?"
In the dim corridor outside the dungeon, torches swayed with a faint light. Under the dim light, each figure seemed to have lost its own will, wandering aimlessly in the corridor.
It can be seen that, as the Auror named "Hankins" said, these people have indeed remained completely unchanged in appearance.
Does that look like... sleepwalking
At least it looks similar.
Maka stood at one end of the corridor and glanced at the few Muggles who fell in front of him - just a few seconds ago, he had just appeared here and alerted these mutated people wandering around. muggles.
Unexpectedly, although these guys' strength has become quite amazing and their speed has barely improved slightly, they can still only be regarded as a group of Muggles.
After Maka nimbly avoided all the guys surrounding her one by one, she easily knocked them all down with just a few slightly more powerful spells.
"Well, you can't say that," he thought for a moment, and then said secretly, "If they get close, it would probably be fatal to ordinary wizards... No, even Aurors who are not proficient in close combat , they will all be in crisis."
"And... 'wisdom'?"
He still remembered that Hankins mentioned that these mutated Muggles were intelligent. But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, it is really not much.
Therefore, although these alienated Muggles are not like the Black Deaths of the past - they do not have the black energy that can resist the curse. Once they are hit by the curse, they are basically equivalent to losing the ability to fight;
But to say that they are not dangerous to the world would probably be inappropriate.
Of course, in front of Maka, it was meaningless how many mutated Muggles came there.
While quickly knocking down these people one by one, Maka also moved forward at a rhythmic pace, checking every cell along the way.
It wasn't until he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor that he finally found what he was looking for.
After casually knocking down another Muggle who was rushing towards him, Maka quickly stepped into the cell and leaned down to check each one carefully.
There were more than ten people lying on the ground in various directions. These people were lying quietly on their backs or lying down, silently accompanying the cold prison floor.
While in the conference room above, Maka learned that Aurors and strikers were sent down to check the situation, and they were unable to return in time.
And now, he finally found these people.
The identities of these people can actually be distinguished from their clothing. There are two Aurors, four strikers who specialize in fighting dark wizards, and the rest are mutated Muggles who were knocked down or even killed on the spot.
All of these Aurors and strikers had obviously lost their wands, and four of them had even had their arms broken off.
Although there was not much blood in the whole scene, those who saw it would inevitably feel their scalp numb.
"You probably didn't expect that these mutated Muggles would wander around in such a wide range, right?" Maka looked at the deepest cell and whispered to herself, "That's why they all chose to reveal themselves here. As a result, But they were all caught off guard.”
After that, he patrolled and cleaned the entire ten underground floors, confirming that no mutated Muggles were still standing before returning to the conference room on the top floor.
In fact, from the time he went down to now, it was just time for a cup of afternoon tea.
"Mr. McClain, what are you doing...have you already taken care of it down there?"
There was undoubtedly some nervousness in Scrimgeour's questioning - looking at his expression, he might be worried that Maka had discovered some new problem.
But Maka did not answer his urgent question first. Instead, she turned her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the windbreaker wizard who was still standing outside the door.
To be honest, what I just saw down there is too ordinary. Even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will come to clean up the situation sooner or later.
For example, today's Neville is probably able to do it.
But in this case, what does the windbreaker wizard's repeated hesitation mean
After thinking for a while, Maka still couldn't figure out the reason, so she could only remind herself that the matter might not be over yet. At the same time, he turned around again and looked at Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic who looked anxious.
"There is no problem on that level of the dungeon. Let's open the blockade and gather all the Muggles lying on the ground!" He said, "Except for some who were killed by the Aurors and strikers sent down earlier, I have killed everyone else. There was no killer."
Having said this, Maka paused for a moment and then continued:
"... However, I definitely can't keep them here anymore. Help me move them all to a cell, and I will take them somewhere else later."
Putting aside moral issues such as human nature, those mutated Muggles will definitely be used in subsequent inspections. To prevent this from happening again, further research is inevitable.
"Also, bring us some food! I've only had dry food in my stomach these days..." He said, turning around again and facing the figure outside the door, "Just tell us what you want to eat, don't worry, Mr. Scrimgeour’s treat today!”
…
This incident can be said to have ended as soon as it happened.
Due to Maka's timely handling a few days ago, those Muggles were unable to mutate in the Muggle world, which completely nipped the worst development in the cradle.
Now that I think about it a little, I realize that this is only the loss of six Aurors and strikers. Even Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, feels a little lucky.
However, the fact that someone dies is someone who dies. This fact is still regrettable after all.
Especially Maka, it would have been nice if he had put more protective measures in the cell.
Of course, let's not mention whether he was still silently savoring the heaviness of life while he hurriedly filled his stomach in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic. At this time at Hogwarts, Luna had just walked out of the principal's office.
"Go to class! Remember not to tell other students what you just said... Oh, if it's Miss Granger, that's fine."
"Okay, Professor McGonagall!"
Seeing that the other person returned to the office to continue working after giving her a warning, Luna then turned around and headed towards the Ravenclaw Tower.
Not long after, she held a few textbooks and ran briskly to the ancient magic text classroom.
Although Maka has temporarily resigned, the courses will continue. In order to fill the vacancy caused by Maka's departure, Professor McGonagall also wrote a special letter to re-employ Professor Babling, who had traveled overseas to explore the ruins of ancient wizards.
"Tuk-tuk."
The students who were taking the magic text class all turned their heads and looked over when they heard a sudden knock on the door.
"please come in."
Babling is a rather nagging middle-aged witch, and her chattering words linger in her class almost every time.
But after returning this time to resume her position as professor of ancient magic texts, she obviously spoke less than before.
In fact, many young wizards are actually guessing whether she feels a lot of pressure because of Maka's achievements in magical literature, so that she has become much more cautious even when giving lectures.
However, only a few professors, including Maca, knew that she was actually cursed at an ancient ruins in the Sahara Desert.
Although I have undergone treatment, my tongue still can’t be straightened from time to time!
"Professor Babbling, um... I seem to be late?"
Professor McGonagall had just given her instructions at the door of the office, and of course she still remembered it now. After blinking and thinking for a moment, she finally found a reason.
Unfortunately, this reason is too naive—after all, who would be late for most of the class
"Oh," Professor Babling beside the podium pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and waved her hand helplessly, "Two points will be deducted from Ravenclaw House. Remember the Shajie class... Ahem, I mean, don't leave until the next class. Too late again.”
"I see."
Luna nodded slightly, then wandered to the seat next to Hannah, put down the textbook and sat down.
Not far away, Hermione, who was also taking this class, stared at her with a very concerned look. She didn't look back until she passed by her table.
However, even though her eyes were gone, Hermione still didn't let go.
Even Professor Babling continued to talk about the contents of ancient runes, and the details were based on those compiled by Maka and added her personal understanding.
For students who love ancient magic texts, these basic theories are not even worse than those taught by Maka.
However, Hermione listened a little distractedly.
She knew that Luna's absence in the afternoon must be due to Maka's disappearance, and the professors probably knew about it... But, what did Luna do
No, instead of what Luna has done, she is more concerned about whether Maka has come back
Looking at Luna's brisk look when she entered the classroom just now, Hermione couldn't help but become more and more sure of her guess.