"Albus Dumbledore, the smartest student we ever had at Hogwarts - that's what everyone thought at the time, both classmates and professors. You know what? Back then, we all called him 'Hoggy' Watts' Dumbledore', because he alone can represent the entire school, which not even the professors or even the principal can do..."
Listening to the old voice coming from behind, Maka did not look back, but still looked at the ice coffin not far away that was originally built by him... Or to be more precise, at the ice coffin that was still inside the ice coffin. Dumbledore's body is clearly visible.
Maka knew that the old man following behind her was also looking at it at the moment.
After the other party's words settled down a little, Maka then said:
"'Dumbledore of Hogwarts'... This title is indeed very appropriate. Putting aside some personal matters, the thing that the professor misses the most is this school."
"However."
But when Maka finished saying this, she heard old Aslan suddenly say:
"In the end, he still gave you the thing he couldn't part with the most."
However, Maka did not continue this topic, and saw that he suddenly changed the subject:
"Old sir, you and Professor Dumbledore were classmates?"
"Huh? Yes!" Old Aslan nodded, "I'm two grades below Albus - when he reached third grade and started taking elective courses, I just entered school."
"Really?" Maka couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this, "The professor should have been a very handsome guy when he was young, right? He was tall, with fair skin, and a good figure. Plus, With excellent grades... 'funny person', he is definitely the prince charming in the eyes of many female classmates."
"Oh, of course - Albus is popular with both boys and girls."
After Maka mentioned this, old Aslan couldn't help but fall into the memories of that year. But he soon woke up from it, because he found that this topic seemed to be taken astray by Maka.
After a slight pause, he continued:
"Child, if you want to know about Albus's deeds when he was young, you can follow me to the place where I lived over the years. I wrote some diaries back then. If you are interested, I can pick out a few for you. Read it.”
"But now..." He said, suddenly turning to look at Maka and saying, "My child, can you tell me what your next plans are for this disaster?"
After saying this, Maka did not speak.
Perhaps seeing that Maka did not respond immediately after hearing this, the old man paused slightly and then continued:
"My child, you are a student who has been personally recognized by Albus, and judging from the current facts, his choice is obviously correct - during this period of time, you can almost be said to have fought with Albus alone. Haierbo fought against him and protected his friends, classmates, teachers and students in the school, and even protected many ordinary wizards and Muggles... "
"It's just," when he said this, he couldn't help but frown, "A lot of people can actually see it now - even you, you're a little out of your depth, right?"
What old Aslan said is indeed true. It can be said that he saw the situation very accurately.
Now, although Maka has gone deep into the fog again, settled in Winchester, and bitten the "throat" of Helbo in London, Hermione and the others also took the opportunity to counterattack during this period, and launched a counterattack on the British land. Barely able to gain a foothold.
However, it is actually Haierbo who currently has the upper hand - this has obviously not changed.
However, in the face of old Aslan's "blunt statement", Maka did not make any special reaction. He was still staring at Dumbledore's ice coffin. He pondered for a moment and then suddenly said:
"Old sir, you actually said something wrong. There is no doubt about Professor Dumbledore's wisdom, but...how should I put it? None of this was his choice."
"What do you mean?" Old Aslan was stunned when he heard this.
"Didn't you just say that Professor Dumbledore chose me? But in fact, he just handed over the matter of dealing with Voldemort to me, and after that... the development of the situation has exceeded 'everyone's expectations" Anticipation.”
Among the "everyone" Maka actually even included Rowena Ravenclaw, but this was not something that old Aslan could know.
And Maka obviously didn't mention Rowena's plan to the other party.
Having said this, Maka withdrew her gaze from the ice coffin and looked back at the lake ahead. He faced the breeze blowing from the lake, took a deep breath of fresh and cool air, and then said:
"Old sir, I know that you came all the way back to save this 'homeland', and it seems natural to choose Hogwarts as the starting point of your struggle... Oh, you just wanted to ask me what's next. Plan, right? Although I can't tell you the specific plan, but I must tell you - take them and leave here as soon as possible!"
"Why?" Aslan frowned and asked in confusion, "Nowadays, Haierbo's attention has always been focused on the south, so naturally the north is a relatively safer place... shouldn't it be like this?"
Unfortunately, Maka did not give him a reasonable answer directly.
"No need to ask, let's go! You can leave on your own - to Weymouth or France. For the sake of Professor Dumbledore, I won't chase you away."
It must be said that since Maka showed up at Hogwarts, she has always seemed to be very rude. Such a performance seemed not quite right even to old Aslan who saw him for the first time.
However, the old wizard with considerable strength and knowledge also knew very well that the young man in front of him definitely had the confidence to be so "rude".
To put it bluntly, if Maka behaves arrogantly and unreasonably, others will really have nothing to do with him.
And the next moment Maka said these words, Willie, who had been by his side from the beginning, raised the wand again and pointed the tip of the wand in the direction of old Aslan.
The look on her face seemed to be saying that although Maka didn't "take action", she could do it.
"Are you...are you Maka McClain?"
As soon as he saw Maka, he suddenly turned his face. Old Aslan, who was still very sure of his identity, suddenly became less sure. But with his sophistication and knowledge, he would naturally not be as impulsive as the young wizard before.
After thinking for a moment, the old wizard finally retreated and gradually left the lake where Maka was.
It was only then that Maka put her hand on Willy's arm and sighed:
"Put it down! It's too tiring to hold it up."