The news about Rita Skeeter is still very valuable to Hogwarts. If you can know the evil thoughts of some unofficial groups in advance, you can try to stop or change them in advance. This is much better than waiting for the situation to be exposed and then solving it later.
And for the same reason, after thinking about it for a while, Maka decided to take the initiative. Instead of waiting for the wizards gathered in Iran to come to his door, he might as well act according to the opportunity.
If Skeeter's information wasn't completely accurate and the other party didn't actually mean to make a fuss, then it would just be a waste of time on his part. But if the other party really wanted to mess up the event, he would never allow it.
As night fell that day, the headmaster's office at Hogwarts Castle.
"Professor McGonagall, there seems to be some movement in the Iranian magic world. I'll go over and take a look in a while. There's nothing big going on here at the school. You'd better take a break... Isn't Charlotte here? If you need to run some errands, call me. Just let her go!”
Maka's words made Charlotte, who was sitting not far away, raise her eyebrows.
"Hey! Little Maka, you've been very courageous lately -" she stood up and walked this way, smiling and said, "I will naturally treat Professor McGonagall's affairs as my own, and I don't need you. Tell me?"
"Oh, I'm not doing this just to please Professor McGonagall!" Maka immediately turned around and said with a shy smile, "Senior sister... come on, come on, don't be angry..."
However, Charlotte didn't buy his account at all.
"Eh? How can you tell that I'm angry? I'm not—"
Before she finished speaking, she grabbed Maka's shoulders and turned his body back, followed immediately by a crisp "pop" sound, which was still a familiar smell.
After spending a long time with McGonagall in the principal's office, Charlotte had long lost her restraint. Because she discovered that Professor McGonagall actually liked to see the vitality of young people, which made her even more unscrupulous.
Of course, except for Maka, she didn't have the courage to play with other professors like this.
"Okay," Professor McGonagall, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the two children in front of him and couldn't help but smile, "Maka, what happened in the Iranian magic world?"
"Oh, that's it..."
When it came to business, Maca put away his playful thoughts and seriously told Professor McGonagall the deal he had made with Rita Skeeter. Finally, he mentioned his plan to go to Iran to investigate.
After listening to Maka's words, Mag frowned visibly.
"If the information provided by Ms. Skeeter is correct, there must be quite a few wizards gathering there right now -" she said in a deep voice, "Maka, I think this matter should be left to the International Federation of Wizards to resolve. Even so. If we take a step back, we should discuss it with the Ministry of Magic first - this event is also very important to the British wizarding community, and Scrimgeour will definitely take action."
But Maka immediately shook his head. He did not completely agree with Professor McGonagall's idea.
"Actually, I also know this," Maka said, "However, whether it is to notify the Wizards Federation or to communicate with Scrimgeour, it must be confirmed after there is definite verification. If the actual situation is still in a dilemma I'll negotiate with both parties when I have time. If Skeeter's information is wrong... then it won't be as simple as me running all the way in vain!"
The problem that Maka wants to say is actually very clear - if Scrimgeour and even the International Federation of Wizards are busy in vain, although this will not leave a bad impression on those two parties, the favor will be owed.
Nowadays, Hogwarts can be considered a considerable force, at least it is famous for now. And favors based on one party's power are not so easy to repay!
Of course, Maka's consideration is more beneficial to Hogwarts, but McGonagall's choice is more secure. Comparing the two, it's hard to say whose idea is better. It can only be said that each has its own emphasis.
"Maka..."
After listening to Maka's analysis, Professor McGonagall's brows relaxed slightly, as if she was pleased that the child was thinking about the school. But no matter how powerful Maka is, in her heart she is still a student she has taught, and it is natural to think about her children.
"I still think you'd better not... Albus once said in the past that even he will make mistakes. When doing things, you should be as cautious as possible... "
"Yes! No matter how capable you are, you are only one person. Don't always think of solving problems by yourself." Charlotte on the side put her hand on Maka's shoulder and persuaded her.
But Maka waved her hand, with a relaxed smile on her face.
"This is not about dealing with Voldemort and Grindelwald. Who says I have to go alone?" He smiled, "Don't worry! Aren't some of the old guys from the Order of the Phoenix having nothing to do all day long? Last time Lupin They are so idle that they run into the Malfoy family’s private affairs... I will call them all when I go to Iran this time!"
"Well, that's okay..." Professor McGonagall said, but then paused, "But, there are only a few people over there now... Didn't you say that the Indian delegation is all in Iran? The number is still too small. "
"Professor, don't forget that we still have a lot of fresh troops!" Maka pointed to the floor, "There are so many elves, it's enough to fight! Not to mention that this time we are just going to find out the real news. , if you are lucky, you won’t even be able to do it..."
"Well..." Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay! However, since you mentioned those elves... I still have to remind you that they are not wizards after all, and it is not easy to unify... You still have to be careful.”
"Of course," Maka responded, "I will pay more attention."
He said this, but he was thinking in his heart that he really should find something to do for them. Now those little guys wander around in the Forbidden Forest all day long, occupying the territory vacated after the centaurs left. They don't even return to the castle very much recently. Only occasionally will a few elves become interested and come to the school to help clean.
Although this kind of spontaneous action is the normal state of life of the elves, it is not a problem if it continues like this. Maka didn't just trick these little guys into coming to Hogwarts just to get them to settle here...
Now that Professor McGonagall has been cleared up, Maka will not delay any longer. Of course there is a time difference between the UK and Iran, and it should be almost early morning there.
After saying good night to Professor McGonagall and Charlotte, he immediately set off for the Black Mansion and called Sirius and Lupin.
When Maka walked out of the school gate, as the space distorted, his figure disappeared under the night in the blink of an eye.
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"Click—"
The doorknob of the main door of Blake's old house turned slightly, and immediately, a long-lost guest was welcomed here.
Since there is really nothing to do now, plus there are children living here. So when night comes, those who should go out to find a place to have a drink will have already gone out, and those who should go back to their rooms early to sleep will not stay downstairs.
As soon as Maka stepped into the foyer, she found that the room was dark, and even the lights had long been blown out.
"Speaking of which, is it almost time for Isla to go to school? Next year or the year after?" He thought to himself as he walked in, "Well, let's ask Helen later..."
However, even though everyone is basically upstairs right now, the people living here are either wolves, dogs, or house elves, and they all have good ears! From the moment Maka didn't deliberately suppress her voice, it was destined that someone would appear soon.
As expected, the first person to appear in the foyer was Kreacher, the house elf who lived under the kitchen boiler. He has been staying in this old house since he was born, rarely running outside, and knows everything here well.
With a slight "crack" sound, his rickety little figure immediately appeared in front of Maka, and then he bowed deeply.
"Dear Mr. Maclean, old Kreacher sends his regards..."
"Well," Maka nodded towards him, "Where's Sirius? Did he go to the Leaky Cauldron tonight?"
"Oh... yes, of course he went..." Kreacher was still hunched over, and after answering Maka, he continued to mutter in a low voice, "The mistress's unfilial son, of course he doesn't want to stay here... but he should also It is clear that the hostess also does not want to see him hanging around here..."
Seeing that the house elf of the Black family was still the same, Maka couldn't help but smile.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps from the stairs at the end of the hall. Not long after, a quiet girl still wearing a nightgown came down from the second floor with an oil lamp.
"Lena," Maka looked up, "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... But Lupin should be here, right? Help me call him-"
Halfway through his words, he paused, but then shook his head: "Forget it, I'll go myself... Kreacher, go to the Leaky Cauldron for me and call Sirius back, and say I found some for him." Things to do!”
"Yes, distinguished Mr. Maclean, old Kreacher will go now-"
The house elf was always extremely obedient, even though he actually didn't want to see Sirius, his only nominal master, but he still disappeared without saying a word.
Maka, on the other hand, led by Lena, walked along the stairs to the second floor.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
Lupine has been living in the old Black mansion since the Order of the Phoenix was reorganized. He and Sirius, an old brother, had nowhere else to go, so it would be nice for them to keep each other company.
But when Maka suddenly heard a suspicious commotion in the room following his knock on the door, he suddenly felt that Lupine might be moving out soon.