"... The falling speed of this meteorite may reach more than Mach 50, and the angle it cuts into the atmosphere is almost vertical. Can you understand? This means that after it enters the atmosphere with a thickness of more than a thousand kilometers, the time it takes to reach the ground It can only be calculated in seconds!”
"In an instant, it will only be an instant!"
"So, even if there are relatively accurate coordinates of the impact point to provide data, the possibility of intercepting meteorites in the atmosphere is very small. My suggestion after calculation is that you can prepare to try to intercept, but you must first clear the dangerous range crowd. Also, be prepared for interceptions to fail.”
The news of Maka's disappearance a few days ago was only known to Professor McGonagall because of a letter sent from Sinistra's family.
At that time, because old Victor wanted to see Maka, Mag contacted Lupine who was busy, but then he heard that Maka was taken away by a burst of light.
And now Maka is finally back. After solving the emergency in the Ministry of Magic dungeon, he just filled his stomach and came to old Victor's house.
After all, the big rock in the sky flying towards the earth is also an existence that cannot be ignored.
At the moment, Maka is sitting in Old Victor's bedroom, looking at the scrap papers thrown everywhere by Old Victor, while listening to the other person finish the calculation conclusion of the recent period.
Finally, old Victor put the calculation results in his hand on the table, looked at Maka with some suspicion and said:
"I probably know that most of you wizards have little understanding of science and technology, so I tried to make it as simple and understandable as possible. You... how much can you understand?"
As far as old Victor said, he really tried not to get into various principles and theorems. He didn't even mention the calculation formulas at all, and only told the results in a way that ordinary people could understand.
But even so, he wasn't sure that Maka would be able to understand.
Because, judging from the time he spent with his wife Aurelia, he knew how much these so-called wizards lacked common sense.
Of course, if old Victor really explains it from a purely theoretical perspective, even Maka, who still remembers some Muggle knowledge, will definitely not be able to understand the complicated data and calculation process.
But old Victor now speaks so plainly and clearly. As a "former Muggle", he is not as confused as ordinary wizards.
"In other words, do you think it is basically impossible to intercept meteorites based on the current scientific and military levels?" He thought for a while and said, "Then, what if it is supplemented by magic? Or use other ideas, For example, outside the atmosphere..."
"I don't know about magic. It's up to you wizards to consider it," Old Victor grabbed a piece of manuscript paper and said, "If you have any magic that can offset such a huge impulse, then I have no problem with you using buffers to solve the problem. .”
He thrust the manuscript paper into Maka's hand, and then continued:
"As for the outside of the atmosphere... the problem now is that only one impact point coordinate is relatively accurate. We can't even simulate the trajectory outside the atmosphere, and this will make it difficult for us to capture the 'little stone' in time. Where have you flown?"
Old Victor was right.
For a person, that 300-foot-diameter stone is really big enough; let alone the universe, just relative to the near-Earth space, it really can only be regarded as an extremely small piece. Just a "little stone".
When Maka fell into deep thought, Old Victor, as if he was not satisfied with such difficult thinking, once again handed another piece of manuscript paper to Maka.
“…and,” he said, “there is actually another, worse model of the fall.”
This manuscript paper is easier to understand, because there is also an uncomplicated sketch drawn on it.
"You mean, that stone may also disintegrate naturally due to violent friction with the atmosphere?"
"It's not impossible." Old Victor pointed to a few lines of text on the manuscript paper. "In fact, in the records of meteorites falling to the earth, there are even several precedents of disintegration and explosion - obviously, the consequences will be complicated. More uncontrollable.”
If it was just an interception, Maka could still try to control the subsequent disintegration, but if the meteorite disintegrated naturally, the timing of the processing would be completely unpredictable.
"By the way, you just said... the angle at which meteorites enter the atmosphere is vertical?"
…
When Maka came out of old Victor's house, the sky was already getting dusky.
He opened the door and entered the slightly neglected front yard, and soon saw the windbreaker wizard following him in the yard, which was strewn with weeds and had uneven fences.
"Oh, you're still here?"
Maka said hello casually, still sorting out her thoughts and preparing to think about where to go next. But at this moment, the windbreaker wizard walked over silently and stood near him wordlessly.
"If... I mean if," the other person said coldly, as if talking to himself, "if something with very bad consequences is about to happen, even if I say it, it won't help... Do you think I should say it? "
This voice is still hoarse and still seems quite thin, but it has long lost the decisiveness it had when Maka first heard it.
To be honest, Maka didn't know where the changes came from, because he had no way of knowing what mood the other party was in when he appeared in front of him.
But at least he understood that the reason why this mysterious wizard intervened in this chaotic battle undoubtedly had a certain purpose.
Just because of some reasons, the original firm belief will be worn away again and again until now.
"Can't you hold on?" Maka didn't look at the other party. He just looked at the sunset in the distance and whispered, "Whether you believe it or not, in fact, I may be able to understand how you feel now - if you feel , if some things are best not to be changed, then just watch from the sidelines!"
After a moment of silence, the windbreaker wizard stood silently and hesitated before saying again:
"I don't have to say that. But what if... what if I say that you will definitely regret not letting me say it afterward?"
"Me?" Maka suddenly asked in surprise after hearing this, "Why... Oh, I mean, why do you hesitate because of my regret? Don't you just appear here for yourself?"
Originally, Maka couldn't determine the identity of the other party, but now that he was like this, he didn't even understand who this mysterious wizard was.
However, from a certain perspective, it seems that he should not know the identity of the other party.
"Um... Okay!" Maka suddenly shook her head and said, "Although I definitely don't hope that I will regret it, if my regret will eventually lead to a good ending, is that not unacceptable?"
Saying this, he suddenly spread his hands and said:
"So, do you think the ending is good?"
Regarding Maka's words, the windbreaker wizard thought for a long time, and then nodded with his lips pursed.
"It is good."
At least for myself, the final outcome will be "good", because this is what I came for. But what if you look at it from Maka’s perspective
"The ending will definitely be good," the other party's gaze under the brim of the hat stared straight at Maka's profile. "For me, and for Mr. McClain, I believe it will be the best." Good ending."
"Really?" Maka nodded, "That's best! But you have to remember, if I don't agree with your approach then, then we will be enemies."
No, we will never be enemies - this sentence passed through the windbreaker wizard's heart secretly, but he could not say it out after all.
Not long after, after sorting out everything that needed to be done one by one, Maka finally said:
"I should go study what those Muggle mutations are all about... What about you? If you have other things to do, then see you another day!"
"No," the other party said quietly, "I don't need to do anything for the time being."
"oh?"
Maka thought for a moment, then waved her hand and said:
"Then come with me..."
Even if he lets the other party act on his own, he can't really feel at ease, so he might as well just keep him with him.
"This is really embarrassing!" Maka couldn't help but think.
…
However, Makata was obviously not the only one who was in trouble right now.
"...Yes, Maka is back!"
In a remote corner of Hogwarts Castle, Hermione heard these words spoken by Luna herself.
Yes, Maka's return must be a joyful thing. Although Luna seemed to have contributed to it, she, Hermione Granger, was not able to help in the end.
But this little thing seems to no longer be so important under the joy of Maka's return.
What makes Hermione feel embarrassed now is actually whether she should take the time to see Maka - you know, Luna met Maka immediately!
Shaking her head and putting these thoughts aside, Hermione immediately asked:
"Luna, you just said that you went looking for it with Professor Flitwick? Tell me, how did you find Maka?"
After a pause, before Luna could answer, she continued to ask.
"I heard from Lupine that Kingsley and Sirius have mobilized so many Aurors to search everywhere," she said, "but there has been no news for several days. It's not that easy to find no matter how you think about it. Right? And... "
Listening to Hermione's series of questions, Luna felt like she was almost drowned by the chattering voice.
After Hermione poured out all the questions in her mind, she looked at the other person's mouth with curiosity and said:
"Hermione, would you like some Gordigan tea?"