Chapter 100

At the door of the three brooms, MEG and flavie came in with a snowflake.

Immediately behind him was big Hagrid, who was having a heated conversation with a dignified man in a dark yellow green bowler hat, a thin Cloak - the Minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Ron and Hermione put their hands on Harry's head and pushed him under the table.

Hermione cast a spell and moved a Christmas tree to their table, covering them all. Harry looked out through the thick branches and leaves under the Christmas tree. He saw that the four chairs at the next table had been pulled away. Then he heard the teachers sitting down with fudge, muttering and sighing.

Then a dialogue began.

"A small cup of Canyon water -"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of Mead -"

"Thank you, Rosetta," said Hagrid.

"A Sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snail -"

"Oh!" said Professor flavy, smacking his lips.

"Then you have red currant rum, minister."

"Thank you, Rosetta, dear," said Fudge's voice. "I must say it's nice to see you again - would you like a drink, too? Come and sit with us..."

"All right. Thank you -"

Before Ms. rosemotta finished, the door of the three brooms was opened again, and a voice that surprised Harry and them clearly came from the door.

"Sorry, Ms. rosemotta, before that, give me a cup of... Um... Butter beer, thank you!" the calm tone was obviously Maka talking, and Harry heard it all at once. "... I've always heard that butter beer is very popular with my classmates, but I haven't tasted it yet!"

"Oh - Marca?" Hagrid's voice sounded cheerful. "I haven't seen you for a long time, since last time - you know!"

"Yes, of course." Maka said, "there are a lot of things to learn recently. I can't spare time..."

"Marca, listen to me - you don't have a signed application form -" Professor McGonagall seems to disagree. After all, she always values the rules.

"Well, yes... But I don't think I can find someone to sign my application form."

Maka's tone was still calm, as if she were stating something that had nothing to do with him. But the meaning contained in the words made Hagrid burst into tears.

"Oh - I know, I know how you feel, Marca."

"Sorry, Hagrid, don't try too hard..."

Hagrid, who has always been rough in appearance and thin in heart, seems to have saved Marca. Harry can even imagine the suffocation feeling of being strangled by a powerful force - he has experienced that feeling.

"Well -- maybe so, but --" tangled Professor McGonagall, "well, well -- albus didn't care if you went to the party - I mean, Professor Dumbledore."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall!" said Marca. "I'll take care of myself - Oh, thank you, Ms. rosemotta."

He picked up a large glass full of butter beer and took a shallow taste.

At this time, Harry's heart jumped to his throat.

He didn't expect that not only the teachers but also Maka came! He didn't sign like himself, but he swaggered around the professor - it's incredible.

Should he go out? Say hello to the professors? No, he doesn't have the courage!

Hermione seemed a little uneasy, too, and her legs wiggled slightly next to Harry.

"What brings you here, Minister?" Rosetta sat down next to fudge.

Harry saw Fudge's thick lower body wiggle in the chair, as if to see if anyone was eavesdropping around.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "what else will happen except Sirius Black, honey? I bet you've heard what happened at school on Halloween?"

"I heard rumors," said Ms. Rosetta, "but I also heard that a student was going to have a farewell party for Graduates --"

"I don't know where to start getting angry," Professor McGonagall sighed.

"Do you think Blake is still around here, Minister?" Ms. Rosetta whispered.

"Sure," fudge said briefly.

"Did you know that Dementors have searched my tavern twice?" said Ms. Rosmerta, with a slight edge in her voice. "They scared my customers away - it's not good for business, minister."

"Rosetta, honey, I don't like them as much as you do!" said Fudge uneasily. "That's a necessary precaution... But you're right, I just met a few. They were very angry with Dumbledore - he didn't let them into the castle site."

"I think it's bad to let them in," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "These terrible things float everywhere. How can we teach?"

"Search and defense cannot rely too much on them. After all, in the final analysis, they are not reliable." Maka said calmly.

"Yes, remember --" shrieked the little professor flavy. "We all know black can --"

"You know, I still can't believe..." Ms. Rosetta didn't care how black escaped, "Of all the people who fell into the bad guys, Sirius Black was the last person I expected to do so... I mean, I remember when he was a child at Hogwarts. If you told me what he would become at that time, I would say you drank too much."

"You don't know half the truth, Rosetta," fudge said stiffly. "Few people know the worst thing he's done."

"The worst?" said Ms. Rosmerta, her voice full of curiosity. "Do you mean worse than killing so many poor people?"

"Of course," said Fudge. "I can't believe it. What could be worse?"

"Fudge, I think it's better to change the subject -" Professor McGonagall suddenly interrupted.

"What's the matter - Oh!" fudge was stunned. As soon as he turned his head, he just saw Maka drinking butter and beer.

"Sorry, it's really not suitable..." he sipped his wine.

But Maka put down the big glass in her hand and turned her head towards them.

"I didn't expect butter beer to be so sweet -" he said calmly. "I mean, there's nothing inappropriate... In fact, I happen to know something about the original thing."

He paused and then said, "the curse of loyalty, betrayal and escape, the death of 12 Muggles... And, of course, Peter Pettigrew."

"Isn't it because black later joined the mysterious man?" Rosmerta whispered. "And what's the mantra of red courage loyalty?"

But for the time being, no one has the time to answer Ms. Rosmerta.

They were all shocked by Maka's understanding of the incident - although Maka only said a few key words, all the people sitting here were insiders. They knew as soon as they heard it. Maka's understanding of the incident was obviously not just "just know some" as he said.

"Oh - McLean, how do you know?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

"Trust me, Professor, it's not that hard to verify."

Marca's upper lip still has white milk bubbles of butter and beer, which makes him look like he has a white beard, but no one can laugh now.

"But --" fudge also seemed a little uneasy, "because the case was blocked, there were not many insiders in that case --"

"Minister, in fact, I'm more concerned about some details of the case than this." Maka said calmly. "In fact, I analyzed the principle of the spell used to blow up the street at that time, but the result surprised me."

Although his expression was the opposite of the word "surprised", people were more concerned about what he wanted to say.

"All the professors here - and, of course, the minister!" Maka then said, "you are experts who have a deep study of magic. For me, there are some... But I don't know if you have noticed the nature of the spell?"

"It should be a rather eccentric black magic, which can detonate the magic contained in the body, but what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall wondered.

"To be exact, it is a kind of sacrificial black magic, which originates from an ancient evil magic." Maka analyzed, "detonating the body, or detonating the soul - these evil magic have appeared in the long river of history, but they all have to be 'voluntary' to take effect."

He reached out his hands, hooked his fingers and put a quotation mark on the word "voluntary".

"Do you mean to say that Pettigrew Peter was blown to pieces voluntarily?" Hagrid shouted, "no, how is that possible! Poor Peter..."

"Shh!" Professor McGonagall was obviously blaming Hagrid for his loud voice.

"In fact, I want to say that this kind of black magic is generally self sacrifice," Maka whispered. "Of course, it's not always the case! But at least, it has the highest success rate."

"Are you doubting Peter?" Professor McGonagall frowned. "We all know that black is James's Secret Keeper! The curse of loyalty is absolute!"

"James Porter told Dumbledore that Blake would rather die than tell where they were, and that Blake himself was going to hide..." Professor McGonagall added, "that's what James said himself."

But Maka shook her head.

"The mantra of red courage and loyalty is absolute, which must be true... But James... Well, uncle James's words are not necessary." Marca said. "It's like the Weasley brothers. Uncle James and uncle black are smart and... Cunning."

Marca noticed that when he said this, a piece of glass in the side window of the tavern shook slightly.