"Oh—McLean, you look like you've grown taller again!"
Remus Lupin was greeted here. He still looked as impoverished as ever, and he didn't know where he had been during this time.
But at least he seems to be in good spirits, and he should be living a pretty satisfactory life.
"I'm growing, aren't I?" Maka said, pointing to Tonks beside her, "Nymphadora Tonks, the new Auror of the Ministry of Magic, is a rising star in the British wizarding world. of rising stars.”
"Uh... Hey, hello! Nifa... huh?" Lupine pondered the name in his mouth for a while, but found that it was really inappropriate to say it out, "Ahem... I am Remus Lupin."
"Call me Tonks!"
Obviously, Tonks herself didn't like this name very much, as it always reminded people of some inappropriate and vulgar epithets①.
"Is Sirius here?"
Maka didn't have time to worry about Tonks's name. He looked into the back room and found that there was indeed someone else inside, but it was obviously not Sirius.
That's a... um... how should I put it? He is a man who is almost integrated with the darkness!
Uh, okay! In fact, he is just a dark-skinned wizard...
"Shacklebolt?"
Maka was surprised that this elite Auror was actually free to come here in the middle of the night.
How about saying that a man becomes stronger if he goes bald! This tall Auror with no hair on his head is, as his name suggests, an expert at catching dark wizards, and he is also quite experienced in other matters.
At this moment, he was leaning on the table writing something. When he heard someone calling his name, he immediately raised his head.
"Mr. MacLean?"
It was the first time for the two of them to meet each other, but they could be considered to have been known to each other for a long time. Maka has seen the name "Kingsley Shacklebolt" in various incident files; as for Shacklebolt, the name "Maka McClain" is simply synonymous with "big trouble" .
"From today on, I finally don't have to worry about Mr. McClain and you..." Shacklebolt's voice sounded deep and solid, giving people a sense of stability, "After all, we can be regarded as standing here. We’re in the same camp.”
Maka smiled and shrugged, and said slightly apologetically: "I've caused you trouble... But from what I can tell, this is probably just the beginning!"
"Oh—that's not pleasant news."
Shakur shook his head slightly, then lowered his head and continued his work. The stronghold here has just been opened recently, and the Order of the Phoenix has only officially restarted today. There are many things that need to be planned in detail!
At this moment, Tonks grabbed Maka's shoulder and poked her head in, then pulled back.
"Why is he here too?" Tonks stretched out her finger and poked Maka's lower back, muttering softly.
"Isn't it nice to have a boss here to take care of you?" Maka chuckled, "With such a good opportunity, why don't you learn more, Shacklebolt is an elite ranked in the Ministry of Magic. Auror."
"..." Tonks curled her lips and said, "He is good at everything, but he is too boring."
Maka smiled nonchalantly, and then looked at Lupine again.
"Hey! Let me ask you, what do you think about the proposal I made last time?" He asked, "It was about going to that island to breed magical creatures."
"I think we should wait until the matter here is over!" Lu Ping spread his hands and said, "You are short of manpower here, aren't you?"
"Okay... Oh, that's right! Remember to come here regularly to take potions. I put them all in the medicine cabinet over there." Maka pointed to the other side, then turned around and said, "Then , I should go back to Hogwarts to catch up on some sleep, see you next time!"
"Dear Mr. MacLean, are you leaving now?"
Maka just turned around and saw the house elf Kreacher appearing in front of him wearing a rag as usual.
"Although it's very presumptuous, but old Kreacher thinks that the mistress is not happy to have so many dirty things-"
"Stop complaining, Kreacher." Maka said casually as he passed by it, "If you want Regulus's last wish to be fulfilled, you have to rely on them, do you understand?"
"... Well, by the way, next time I'm free, I'll clean this place up with you... It's too dirty!"
Kreacher shrank his neck, glared at Tonks and Lupin who were standing at the door of the inner room, and then stepped aside.
"How can I trouble you? Yes... cleaning... Old Kreacher can do it by himself, he can do it..."
Under the extremely respectful gaze of the elf Kreacher, Maka left the Black family's old house calmly.
"What's going on with that house elf?" Tonks turned around, only to see Lupine looking at the door with a numb expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Mr. Lupin?" Tonks asked strangely, "What's wrong?"
"Well..." Lupine finally came back to his senses when she called him, "That's Kreacher. He has been serving the Black family here since he was a child... You will understand later."
Kreacher doesn't like anyone, and as Sirius's best friend, Lupine has already experienced this - however, this doesn't seem to be a problem for McClane!
When the two of them were about to go into the back room, the door suddenly opened again. When they looked back, it was Maka who had gone and returned.
"By the way, I should remind you..." Maka stood at the gate and ordered inside, "In the next period of time, Voldemort will make many small moves, so you just need to pay more attention."
After saying that, there was another "bang" and the door was closed again.
"...Did he almost forget this most important thing?" Tonks said with a chill.
"Who knows?" Lupine sighed.
Members of Dumbledore's anti-Voldemort organization are reuniting, and Voldemort's Death Eaters are already eager to take action. The turbulent undercurrents originally hidden under the calm lake surface seem to be about to begin to stir.
And it is foreseeable that when the first undercurrent breaks through the water, no matter how weak it is, the ripples will spread to the entire lake at an extremely fast speed, ruthlessly breaking all the tranquility floating on the surface.
If Maka had not taken action in time, once the previous cases of missing persons turned into werewolf murder cases, it would surely have formed the first wave of people being in danger.
Maka's current actions are undoubtedly delaying the intensification of conflicts and the outbreak of chaos.
As long as all undercurrents remain undercurrents, even if they are ready to move and are unstoppable, false peace can still bring him a period of peace.
Yes!
In order to be able to contact the Monument of Bewilderment in a nearly perfect state, in order to eliminate possible dangers without any doubt, he still needs time, and the more the better...
This night, Maka hurriedly hurriedly rushed, but still only managed to get three hours of sleep.
It was not because he loved learning and research that he gave up the time to sleep in, but because someone came to Durmstrang's big ship early the next morning to look for him.
"...Professor Moody?"
When Mad-Eye came to the cabin without saying a word, Maka was already sitting on the edge of the bed with a wand in hand. He was rubbing his eyes vigorously and yawning loudly.
"Do you still have time to sleep? The perpetrator came to your door..." Mad-Eye muttered angrily, "Come with me quickly, go to the principal's office..."
"The victim?"
Maka waved her wand, and the clothes hanging on the hangers were put on him one by one, and she tied the belt herself. Immediately afterwards, he reached out and buckled the medicine bag and miscellaneous bag on the table at his waist, and then followed Mad-Eye onto the deck.
"Barty Crouch." Mad-Eye said casually, striding forward on crutches, "You're a pretty ruthless kid. You've done this kind of thing more than once, haven't you?"
Maka quickly followed him, smiling bitterly and shaking her head.
"I hope it can be avoided a few times. After all, seeing a life disappear under one's hands... not everyone can be happy." He curled his lips and said, "From this aspect, being able to be a complete It’s not easy for Death Eaters.”
"Hmph... Only when you know how to fear death will you become stronger." Mad-Eye said disdainfully, "Those bastards obviously can't understand this truth."
"You can really tell a few truths casually?" Maka couldn't help but complain, "From a magical point of view, this is really the case..."
Only a strong spirit can breed powerful matter. Even the learning and application of rule runes starts with understanding the spirit.
In this world, all magic cannot escape from this basic theory, but each wizard's understanding of it is always different.
During the casual conversation, the two quickly arrived at the door of the principal's office.
When the door was quietly opened, Maka immediately saw the current Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic - Barty Crouch, I.
Compared with the meticulously dressed Mr. Crouch whom we saw at the opening of the Triwizard Tournament, he is now standing in the principal's office with a hunched back. The color is beyond words.
Having lost his son "again", he is no longer as calm as before. He is old after all.
"Mr. Crouch."
Maka walked to him calmly and solemnly, leaning slightly towards him, showing the awareness he should have.
No matter how evil Barty Crouch Jr. is or how much he devotes himself to Voldemort, he is still his father's child after all. Even if his father has always been incompetent, Maka should express his apology at this time.
"I am the one who sent your child away with my own hands."
Maka told the truth without any hesitation.