When people talk about someone being great, they usually don't mean guys like Dumbledore or Maka.
Because when a person suddenly praises another person, it is inevitable that he has compared himself with himself in the bottom of his heart and feels that he is inferior. Only then can he give a compliment.
As for wizards like that who are considered outstanding in the global magic community, it is basically difficult for others to compare them with themselves.
Or the other way around:
When you find that you can't feel jealous of someone, then that person is either worse than you, or it must be far beyond the limit of what you can expect of yourself.
Therefore, when Maka came into people's sight along with Voldemort, Grindelwald, and now Hale, his rise not only did not arouse too much doubt and jealousy, but also He has gained considerable popularity among the younger generation of wizards.
However, other people who also possess talents and abilities may not be able to "accumulate in a low profile and explode at the right time" like him.
For example, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the current head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic and an outstanding wizard who is one of the main combat forces of the Order of the Phoenix.
To be honest, although he looks more mature and steady, he is actually much younger than Sirius and others. But his magical talent and commanding ability are better than most other wizards.
However, just because his "excellence" is not beyond the reach of others, his life is not as smooth as people see it.
In fact, there are still several people eyeing the position of Head of the Auror Office!
But fortunately, Kingsley not only excels in his personal ability, he also has a really good eye for seeing people. Not to mention those struggles on the surface, at least secretly, he first joined the Order of the Phoenix and followed Dumbledore, and now he is walking down-to-earth by Maka's side.
There is no doubt that this is a smart man.
However, Pansy just doesn't like "smart people" like Kingsley.
As mentioned before, her brother Perses failed to compete with his rivals because he dated the wrong person in the workplace. Although it was not Kingsley who competed with him for the position at that time, among those who rose instead of falling during that period of frequent changes in authority, he seemed to have benefited the most, other than Scrimgeour.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Pansy didn't want to see him, she still had to do what Maka said.
After she left the elevator and walked through a corridor, she turned a corner and soon saw two open oak doors. And inside those two doors, a large open office area with messy layout and noisy people immediately came into her eyes.
In the sky between those small office cubicles, enchanted paper airplanes were circling back and forth, flying from one cubicle to another, delivering various documents and messages.
This is the Auror office.
To be honest, Pansy's father had never brought her here before. So when she saw the scene in front of her, there was only one word left in her mind - chaos!
But she didn't know that it wasn't the first day this place was in such a mess.
"Well, who are you? What's the matter here?"
Suddenly, a witch with one eye covered by a blindfold popped up from her cubicle, stared at Pansy and asked.
Although the other person's one-eyed appearance was somewhat scary, as soon as he spoke, his tone and expression were surprisingly gentle.
When the female Auror wearing an eyepatch asked, Pansy quickly replied:
"I'm here to see Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt. Is he here?"
"Are you looking for Kingsley?" When the female Auror heard this, she immediately turned around and pointed at the door at the end of the office area, "He hasn't come back yet. If you have anything urgent to do, I'll I suggest you consult anyone here...except me, of course."
"Oh, uh..." Pansy said hesitantly, "I'm not in a hurry, I just came back from the American wizarding world and I want to tell him something about it."
"I see," the female Auror glanced at the badge on her chest, then waved and said as she walked, "Then go to his office and wait for him! It will be time for lunch in a while, I think. He'll be back soon."
…
Would Kingsley go back early to prepare for lunch, as his female colleague said
All right! Originally, he really wanted to return to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. After all, although this search operation seemed to be very serious on the surface, in fact it was just to create momentum according to Maka's instructions.
Therefore, when it was time to eat, he was not so busy that he could not spare the time to fill his stomach.
Unfortunately, he might not be able to eat his lunch today until later.
"He is truly worthy of the talents that Haierbo has gathered... Not to mention his ability, his courage is quite impressive. Is this his plan to capture me in turn?"
In an abandoned house in Knockturn Alley, Kingsley held a wand in his hand and looked a little solemn. Because he found that he seemed to be temporarily trapped here by the anti-Apparition spell.
Previously, Kingsley found traces of Martin in an alley of Knockturn Alley. If it was according to Maka's intention, then even though he didn't have to catch Martin when he met him, he couldn't just turn a blind eye.
Kingsley knew that he should at least put more pressure on the fugitive Martin through constant pursuit.
However, he didn't know whether it was because he put too much pressure on the other party, or because the other party had a strong endurance, but suddenly he found that Martin was actually targeting him in turn.
Therefore, Kingsley, who did not expect this at first, fell into the opponent's plan.
This is a house that has been abandoned for a long time. Perhaps its former owner has no heirs, so the property has gradually become ownerless.
If I have to say it, there are actually many legacy assets like this.
Because almost every year, one or two once-glorious families suddenly come to an end. After no one inherits them, those inheritances are either accidentally discovered and collected by scavengers, or they are completely abandoned like this house. In some inconspicuous places.
Kingsley originally thought that Martin was hiding in this house, because he saw with his own eyes that Martin climbed into the house through the window under his unhurried pursuit.
But after he observed the situation outside for a while and found that the other party did not come out, he wanted to go in and see the specific situation.
But he never expected that Martin would directly set up an anti-Apparition spell and several other protective spells in this house, trapping him here instead.
When Kingsley frowned slightly and was about to use several powerful crushing spells to break through, a voice suddenly sounded from a corner of the room.
"Director Shacklebolt, hello!"
That was undoubtedly Martin's voice - even if he changed his voice slightly with great restraint, it was naturally impossible to hide this from Kingsley, who had been following him for a long time.
"Hello," Kingsley said, "What, are you planning to attack the Auror?"
"how come… "
Martin, who was hiding, couldn't help but curled his lips when he heard this.
"I don't want to attack you, you see! Do I use any spells that can cause harm to people... No, not really." He said, "I just want to exchange you for someone at the Ministry of Magic."
"oh?"
Kingsley held the wand in his hand tightly and stood motionless, his eyes constantly scanning the corner where the sound came from.
"I have to say, this is actually a bad idea. Don't even think about exchanging me for hostages. It's impossible - how many people do you think would care about my life or death?"
"Hmph," Martin snorted, "At least McClain counts as one, and if I want to see it, that's enough."
"Are you sure?" Kingsley listened and chuckled, "I'm not saying... I'm asking you, how much do you know about Maka?"
"I know more than you think."
Seeing that Martin seemed to be very confident in his judgment, Kingsley couldn't help but shook his head secretly. It seems that words alone can't convince this guy.
After a short pause, Kingsley simply raised his hand and stretched out his wand.
"Since you are so confident, it seems that there is no need for me to say anything more..." He pointed the tip of his stick to the corner of the room and finally said, "Then let me see if you have taken this thing from me. Show your strength!"
Before he finished speaking, a red light burst out from the tip of his staff silently, instantly forming a shock wave and heading straight to the corner of the wall.
"Bang!"
When a burst of wood chips flew everywhere, Kingsley kept his feet and ran forward slightly sideways.
Judging from his experience of fighting dark wizards for many years, if Martin is not in that corner, he is probably on the opposite side.
Therefore, when facing the enemy, you must not only pay attention to the front, but also pay attention to your behind.
Sure enough, the moment he left the place, the floor he was standing on exploded.
Kingsley, who kept moving, did not look back, because he could tell just by listening to the sound that it must be a powerful explosive spell.
The next moment, Kingsley waved his wand back with his backhand, and cast an Iron Armor Curse just as two consecutive disarming spells were about to hit him.
For a moment, scattered magic light particles spread throughout most of the room.
"Tsk—"
Martin is very unhappy now—even though he has been with Haierbo for so long, he can still only be an ordinary wizard when it comes to the magic power that he cares about most.
Even though his own magic talent is not bad, in his opinion, it is still a bit of a joke.
He wants to learn those "real magics"!