"... Lie down quickly, like a patient!" Hermione stood beside the hospital bed, pointing at the bed and said stubbornly, "Don't you think it will embarrass us all if you stand at the door? It's like you are here to visit the patient. of?"
As soon as Maka entered the ward, she didn't even have time to say thank you, but she was a little embarrassed by Hermione's call.
Yes, in principle, he is still a patient. Although he knew very well that he fainted in the end only because of the overdraft of magic power, not because of any injuries.
I remember that when he woke up from St. Mungo's hospital bed, he was very surprised at why he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries at all the trouble. Because he just fainted, there was nothing wrong with his mind. What was going on before he fainted was still in his mind!
At that time... that is, yesterday, he took the ancient magic mirror and moved directly to the deep mountains and forests of Albania. There are few people there, so it is naturally relatively suitable for temporarily placing such terrible items.
After that, he used the remaining magic power to lay out a rune array in the underground palace based on the soul runes, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. But it wasn't until he finally started sealing that he realized that this thing couldn't be sealed easily.
The power of that ancient mirror is very powerful. Wave after wave of soul vibrations seem to be endless. No matter how strong the seal is, it is impossible to completely seal it.
Unfortunately, in order not to take any more risks, he did not go to the Ghost Swamp in the United States to observe it. If you go and take a look, you might be able to get some inspiration from its original sealing method.
In the end, although he temporarily opened the sealing formation, it was hard to say how long it would last. It seems that before he can find the correct and effective sealing method, he will have to reinforce it again and again.
Of course, future events can be put on hold for the time being. After all, this incident can actually be said to have eliminated two major hidden dangers for Maka. Voldemort and Grindelwald both lay dead. Of course, Maka was the happiest person. At least for him, the Bewitched Monument and the broken mirror were temporarily safe.
Maka, who was greatly relieved, barely returned to Hogwarts in a state of depleted magic power and fell unconscious in the snow. If he hadn't made an agreement with Professor McGonagall beforehand, there's no telling how long he would have been lying there in the ice and snow!
Not mentioning this, now Maka had no choice but to lie back on the hospital bed under Hermione's stubborn persuasion. If anything, he did still have some injuries, but the damage caused by excessively looking back in time could not be healed by lying in bed.
"Maka, how are you feeling now?" Mrs. Weasley looked no more anxious than Hermione. As soon as Maka lay down, she asked, "Although you can run to the next door, your face looks like this." But I don’t want to be as good as you show! Look at you, you have lost weight... "
"Madam, I'm really fine." Maka shook her head helplessly and said, "Don't I know my own situation? I'm just slightly injured, and it doesn't have much impact."
"I don't think so!" Tonks said disapprovingly, "Tell yourself, when have you ever been in such a mess? You know, it was Voldemort and Grindelwald!"
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly, "The two generations of Dark Lords fell into your hands!"
"If Dumbledore knew, he would definitely be proud of you." Even Lupine couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, they had whispered these words many times in private when Maka was unconscious. At that time, all the wizards in Hogwarts Castle also made similar comments when they came out to watch.
"Everyone says that you are the Dumbledore of this era!" Neville also said, "This is really... this is really amazing!"
But after Maka heard it, she could only smile bitterly to herself.
Although he did have a plan to kill the two Dark Lords in one fell swoop, there was such a huge flaw that he was troubled by it. But to be honest, the process may not be very important in many cases. As long as the result is good, people will be happy about it.
Therefore, even if one of the two Dark Lords abandoned his body and the other was buried in the pit dug by the former, it seems that neither of them has much to do with Maka. But after Maka's hard work, all the results belong to him. This is a natural fact.
"I'm not as powerful as you think." Maka shrugged, just being modest.
It doesn't matter to him, since he spent a lot of energy from beginning to end anyway, it doesn't matter if he just accepts the credit. Because the truth is difficult to explain clearly. If it is unclear, it is better not to say it directly.
"Maka, what was the situation? How did you fight with the two Dark Lords..." Fred asked enthusiastically.
"Did you duel with the two of them alone?" George then added the next sentence.
Maka thought for a while and was about to pick out some random things to tell everyone, and by the way, he could also spread his modified version through their mouths. But he had just spoken a few words when he noticed that there seemed to be a wizard walking in the corridor outside and stopped in front of the ward door.
As the knock on the door rang, a male voice entered the ward from outside.
"Mr. MacLean?"
The voice seemed a little hoarse, but it sounded very magnetic because of it. Although the tone was polite, there was a sharpness in it, and just hearing the voice gave people a tough feeling.
"It's me," Maka recalled for a moment, realizing that she still couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was. It was obviously not an acquaintance. "The door is unlocked, please come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party opened the door and walked inside with long and fast steps. Judging from the crisp and neat way of action and the decent clothes, he must be a resolute and powerful man.
"Are you... Mr. Scrimgeour? Oh no, you should be called 'Minister' now." Maka took advantage of the situation to be polite, and then continued, "Is the Minister of Magic here to ask about yesterday's events? ?”
Mr. Scrimgeour, whose full name is Rufus Scrimgeour, is the new Minister of Magic after Cornelius Fudge's accident.
He has dark brown curly hair, a pair of eyebrows like two sharp knives, and a pair of thin-framed glasses with gold rims on the bridge of his nose. There is also a pair of sharp eyes hidden behind the glass. Even though his feet were injured due to his past career as an Auror, and he was inevitably a little lame, he still walked with ease.
This guy used to be the director of the Auror Office, and his behavior has always been very tough. When it comes to the principles of life, he is actually much more positive than Fudge, especially in terms of eradicating dark wizards. It's a pity that he and Dumbledore often have different opinions. After all, their starting points are completely different from the beginning.
When Maka asked the new minister the purpose of his visit, the other party shook his head first.
"Yes, I really want to know first how you solved Voldemort and Grindelwald at the same time. But I came here today because of another thing..." Scrimgeour tensed up. His face was as businesslike as ever, "But before that, I would like to ask everyone here to step aside. I need to talk to Mr. Maclean, Mr. Potter, Weasley... Rona Mr. de Weasley, and Miss Granger, let's talk together."
There were obviously several "Mr. Weasleys" squeezed into this ward, so much so that Scrimgeour had to correct the way of addressing them, so as not to waste more words due to unclear expressions.
When Maka heard this, she frowned slightly and thought for a moment, and couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Is it related to Professor Dumbledore?"
Scrimgeour nodded expressionlessly, but probably because everyone was still in the room, he didn't give a specific answer.
Maka had some guesses in her mind and nodded towards the others. Lupine and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other and then asked everyone to leave the ward temporarily.
Not long after, the ward that originally seemed quite crowded became spacious again.
When Scrimgeour saw them all going out, he suddenly took out his wand and carefully placed a silencing spell around the room. He is indeed a wizard who is used to being an Auror, but his words and deeds are somewhat similar to the original Moody.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, are you here because Professor Dumbledore left a will?" After the other party finished setting up, Maka asked.
When he asked this, the other three friends in the room felt a little surprised. Professor Dumbledore made a will? When was it established? What does it have to do with them
"You know?" Scrimgeour glanced at him hesitantly, "How do you know? Albus Dumbledore has never told anyone."
"Well, I guessed it." Maka spread her hands and said, "Because the time is almost up."
"What time?" Scrimgeour frowned.
"How much time can there be?" Hermione suddenly said loudly, "Professor Dumbledore must have left something for us, but you withheld it! If the thirty-one day period had not come, you would not have been prepared to give it to us." Will they be sent over?"
After Scrimgeour heard this, he glanced at Hermione with an unchanging expression.
"According to Article 13 of the Justified Confiscation of Materials Act, the Ministry of Magic has the right to inspect and confiscate illegal items involved in the will." He said, but then looked towards Maka, "Of course, if there is no illegal If it is an item, the Ministry of Magic will naturally deliver it to the relevant heir within the time limit."