Chapter 98

"What's next?" asked Harry curiously. "What are you doing?"

"Yes, yes... Then we 'accidentally' noticed Filch's filing cabinet drawer. One of the drawers said: confiscated materials, high risk."

"Don't tell me you --" said Harry, laughing uncontrollably. "Well, what did you do?"

Fred squeezed his eyes at Harry and said, "George threw another dung bomb to distract him. And I, quickly opened the drawer and grabbed -- this!"

He said, pointing to the old parchment on the table.

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," George said. "We think filch never found out how to use this parchment... But he probably guessed what it was, or he wouldn't confiscate it."

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Oh, yes," said Fred with a silly smile, "this little thing teaches us more than the whole school!"

"Are you kidding me?" Harry looked at the broken parchment with disbelief.

"Oh, you said we lied to you?" George exaggerated his hand, took out his wand and gently clicked the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I have done no good."

Suddenly, the thin ink lines immediately spread like spider webs from the place where the wand had just touched.

These lines crossed each other and extended to every corner of the parchment, and then some curved dark green handwriting began to appear above the parchment:

"The auxiliary suppliers of magic prank makers: moon face, Wormtail, big foot board and pointed fork - gentlemen are proud to present the living point map!"

The map shows all the details within Hogwarts in detail.

But what really matters is the small dots of ink moving along the map, each with a name in tiny letters.

Harry was so surprised that he bent over and looked closely.

A small ink dot in the upper left corner showed Professor Dumbledore pacing in his study; Mrs. loris, Filch's cat, was wandering on the third floor; And the joking ghost Pipi is jumping around in the prize room.

Harry's eyes swept up and down the corridor he knew.

"Well -" Harry suddenly looked up at the Weasleys' twin brothers. "Have you seen Marca?"

"Oh, let me see... Well... Maybe he has left school?" George shrugged. "Don't worry about that. Today is mainly for you to see -"

With George's fingers, Harry noticed something.

This map shows a series of passages he has never entered before. Many of these passages seem to lead to

"It's the way to Hogsmeade village," Fred pointed along a passage. "There are seven! Here, filch knows these four -"

He pointed out the four one by one, "but we're sure that only we know these other ones... Don't bother about the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor. We used it until last winter, but it collapsed - completely blocked."

"We don't think anyone has passed this one, because the beating willow is planted at its entrance..."

"But this one -- yes, look at this one. It goes all the way to the cellar of Prince honey. We've been there many times. You may have noticed that the entrance is just below this room, through the hunchback of the one eyed old woman."

"Moon face, Wormtail, big foot board, pointed fork," Qiao Qia sighed. He patted the title of the map. "We owe them so much!"

"Noble people, work tirelessly to help a new generation of rule breakers!" Fred said solemnly.

"By the way," said George briskly, "don't forget to wipe it off when you run out!"

"- or others will see it," Fred warned. "Just tap again and say 'the prank is over' and it will turn into a blank parchment again."

"Well, little Harry," said Fred, acting strangely in Percy's tone, "remember to behave."

"See you at the honey Duke," said George, blinking.

Then they both giggled and left with satisfaction.

……

In fact, Maka is not at school. At the moment, he is visiting the manager's family of Hogsmeade village with Tyrande!

"... Mr. Hosa, this activity is also in memory of the founder hangis." Maka sat on the sofa and said calmly, "you know, I am also a member of Hufflepuff college, and so is Mr. hangis - this is the glory of our college."

Opposite him, a fat old man with a big brown beard was half lying in another bigger sofa. In terms of width alone, he was like one of Hagrid's lost brothers.

The fat old man Hosa looked lazily at Marka and said, "yes, it sounds like a good proposal... My great ancestor founded Hogsmeade village here, which is a great event worth recording in the history of English magic!"

"In fact, it is indeed recorded in the history of English magic," echoed Maka.

"Yes, you're right." Hosa stretched out a fat finger and pointed to Marka. "To be honest, I'd like to go to this open-air party, but it's a pity, my body - you know."

"I don't care what people say about my body. It's not a big deal... But I have to say, it makes me feel a little tired." Hosa nagged. "It's really inconvenient to move..."

Behind Hosa, a nurse like woman patted him on the shoulder.

"It's time to take the medicine, sir," she said.

Hosa narrowed his eyes and shook his fat head slightly.

"Well, well - then I won't send you," he said to Marca. "Son, I agree to this activity - I have no reason to refuse - I'll let my son attend it for me."

After that, Maka nodded to Tyrande, who was sitting next to her, and politely got up and left.

"I said, cough... Mr. McLean..." when I got outside, Tyrande kept staring at Marca. "I think I'm still not... Cough... Not able to accept the fact --"

"Businessmen first care about interests," Maka said faintly, "but I'm glad that sometimes more human cooperation is more conducive to continuity and development."

"But I can't see how happy you are," Tyrande said to himself.

After a few steps, Tyrande couldn't help it again.

"Mr. McLean," he asked again, "I also want to ask, your activity... Cough... Although it doesn't cost much gold gallon, after all, cough... It's also a sum of money -"

"You want to ask what value it is?" Maka turned her head.

"Cough... Yes!" Tyrande said.

"This is a human investment with uncertain return," Maka said naturally. "As I said just now - I like more human cooperation."

At this point, Tyrande, who often does business in the magic world, doesn't understand? Indeed, it is a low-cost and efficient choice to have a good relationship with graduating students.

If done properly, Maka can build his own network in just a few years. No matter how effective, the value that can be created will definitely be higher than the cost of investment.

And most importantly, this investment is not complex and does not require frequent follow-up operations.

The relationship between people is sometimes so simple.

"It's like... Cough... A shrinking Hogwarts?" Tyrande said.

But Maka shook her head: "it still needs a strong strength to support - the ability of pharmacists alone is not enough."

"You want to be next... Dumbledore?" Tyrande's eyes widened.

In fact, Tyrande wanted to say "greenward".

After all, the latter is more direct and thorough; He left a dark legend in the magic world - but he failed. Dumbledore defeated him in a duel with his personal strength.

However, Maka still shook her head.

"I am me, not the next one." he said calmly, "I don't have the love to protect the magic world, nor the ambition to conquer and change the magic world... I'm just preparing for a rainy day, that's all."

They talked from time to time and walked to the avenue of Hogsmeade village.

……

On the other side, Harry had followed the secret path to Duke bee's cellar.

It was filled with wooden chairs, boxes and drums, probably filled with all kinds of inventory.

Harry climbed out of the floor door and closed it carefully - it was one with the dusty floor. I couldn't see such a door on the floor.

He climbed slowly to the wooden staircase leading upstairs.

Now he was sure that he heard the voices of all kinds of people, not to mention the sound of ringing the bell and opening and closing the door.

Harry didn't know what he should do. Just then, he suddenly heard a door close open and someone was going downstairs.

"Take another box of jelly slugs, honey... They're about to buy out of our stock..." a woman's voice came down.

Then a pair of feet went up the stairs.

Harry hurried behind a huge wooden box and waited for the footsteps to go away.

He heard the man moving the box on the opposite wall. He thought he might not have another chance——

Harry came out of his hiding place quickly and quietly and went up the stairs as quickly as possible; He looked back and saw a wide back and a shiny head buried under a box.

He went to the door at the top of the stairs, slipped out of the door, and then he found himself behind the counter of Prince honey.

The honey Duke was always crowded with Hogwarts students, and no one would look at haddock.

Harry walked among them, looking around.