Chapter 207

The things that should be explained have been explained, and then there is the warm part of the godfather and Godson nostalgia. Maka sat next to Buckbeak and looked at Sirius and Harry quietly, but she couldn't help feeling.

It was not until 3:30 p.m. that Harry and others left the cave at the urging of Sirius.

"Uh... Marca, won't you go?" Harry looked at Marca, who was still sitting.

"I have something to do later. Go back first!" Marca waved.

Of course he is. To put it bluntly, this time he came to Sirius just by the way. What happened later in the evening was the real purpose of his running out today.

"What else can I do for you later? Can I help you?" Sirius asked casually.

"No, it's just to meet two people." Maka smiled casually. "After all, the plan has ended. Some things have to take some effort to finish."

It was an understatement to listen to Maka, but Sirius knew it well - how could it be relaxed about the plan?

"Two people?" Sirius then asked, "who are they?"

"They're all over there, Lucius Malfoy, and old Avery." Marca, "they're all perverse to Voldemort's control. I asked them to keep an eye on Voldemort's movements before."

"Are they two?" Sirius looked at Maka in surprise. "Can they listen to you?"

"As long as there are enough interests, coupled with the power of deterrence, smart people know what to do..." Maka said with a smile, "Voldemort himself is a hybrid. He can let so many pure blood families work for him by promoting pure blood faith and pure and powerful dark forces, doesn't he?"

"Yes... The argument of pure blood supremacy can make those old wizard families gain more benefits, including the Black family..." Sirius said angrily, "you also use this set to convince them?"

"Hey... It's no wonder that Voldemort's death eaters rarely have absolute loyalty to win the support of pure blood families with such invisible interests," Marca chuckled. "Voldemort is really ambitious and knows the benefits of attracting people. But his means... Greenward was obviously much smarter than him."

"Greenward?" Sirius thought for a moment. "I remember he preached..."

"It's a series of regulations against the protection of Muggles," Maka said. "He really won the hearts of many elites in the magic world by taking advantage of the imperfections of several relevant provisions of the Ministry of magic at that time. His actions were to seek psychological balance for all wizards - the protection provisions for Muggles were a little too much at that time."

"What about you?" Sirius said curiously. "What did you rely on to persuade Lucius and Avery to fall to your side?"

"It's not to fall to me," Marca shook her head. "I don't need them to fall to me - I don't need to dominate the magic world. I just gave them a choice..."

"What choice?"

"At that time, I asked them a question: do I hope that the number of wizards in the magic world will become less and less, and eventually their family industry will lose money and become a nominal ordinary family; or do I hope that the so-called mixed race and mud species will become more and more, so as to make their sacred twenty-eight families flourish again -"

Speaking of this, Maka smiled and said, "you know, the magic world is no better than that in ancient times... Since the complete separation of wizards and Muggles, the power of those pure blood families has been shrinking. In fact, they all understand that when the so-called 'higher class' has no support from the bottom, it is only a matter of time."

"... therefore, the reason why they stand on Voldemort's side is just to use Voldemort's power to remind the magic world, just because Voldemort is too powerful to ride a Tiger now..." Sirius thought, "but you're not helping those pure blood families continue to act as a bully?"

"Hum, even if I don't intervene, do you think they really can't do it?" Marca shrugged and said casually. "My appearance just gave them a chance to get away from Voldemort! Once Voldemort fails, they must slip faster than anyone - just like more than ten years ago."

"However, it is not easy for those families to return to their glory... No one knows what the magic world will be like in the future."

After that, Maka looked at the sky outside the cave and looked at the clouds in the blue sky. For a moment, she was a little confused.

Yeah! What will the magic world be like in the future?

In the past, he was also worried that the future deviated from expectations. But now, he sincerely hopes that every step next is unknown.

At more than eight o'clock in the evening, Maka dressed up in advance and came to the pig head bar in Hogsmeade village.

Maka has been here many times, but this small bar with a history of hundreds of years is still so narrow and dirty.

There was thick dirt on several windows here, the light could hardly penetrate, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden table.

Everything here is dirty, from the floor to the roof, and even the bottles of butter and beer are covered with a thick layer of ash. Even the cloth in the boss's hand to wipe the wine glass is the same.

"Butter and beer." Maka sat down at the bar with a hoarse voice.

To be honest, guests who are willing to come to the pig head bar generally have private affairs that can't be seen, so few people go to the bar. Just like now, Maka is sitting there alone, looking a little abrupt.

"Huh?"

The owner of the pig head bar is tall, with white hair and beard all over his face. Although he is only sloppy, just because of his strong physique and sharp eyes, others think he is just rough and uninhibited.

In Maka's words, he looks more like a Viking crazy warrior who can cut people with two handed axes than a wizard who deceives people by magic.

The boss glanced sideways at Maka, then casually took down a bottle of butter beer from the back shelf and put it in front of Maka together with a wine glass.

"Clean it up." Marca took out her wand and lit it on the glass. Then she opened the butter beer and poured it in.

The wine bottles here are very dirty, but the taste is very pure. Maka gulped several times. Suddenly, a smell of butter spread in her mouth and nose, making people feel intoxicated.

He likes the butter beer with low sugar content unique to the pig head bar. It is not as sweet and greasy as the one in the three brooms, so that people can drink several cups continuously.

"Such a good drink, as long as two silver can be a bottle," Maca wiped the foam on the mouth, sighed, "it's a bit too cheap."

"Then even if you have three Sikes, one bottle." the boss didn't lift his eyelids.

"You're the starting price, boss?" Marca raised her eyebrows. "I'll give four Sikes. Can you give me a message?"

The boss glanced at him again, then opened his mouth and said, "a gallon."

Before his voice fell, Maka flicked, and a kingaron drew an arc in the air and accurately landed in the wiping glass in his hand, making a clear and pleasant sound.

"Deal." Maka said decisively.

The boss picked up the gold gallon in the cup and threw it into the small drawer containing coins under the bar.

"Ask! Just ask one question. I'll tell you if I know. It's ok if I don't know."

Obviously, even if you don't get the answer, the gold gallon must not come back.

"Of course, you must know this question... I just want to ask..." Maka smiled. "Where are the goats? Why do you like them so much?"

The boss stared at him for a long time. Then he snorted coldly, "because they are delicious!"

"Give me back jingaron." Maka spread her hand.

"Albus asked you to come?" the boss put his wine glass on the bar and groaned angrily.

"He did mention you to me, but this time it has nothing to do with him," Maka whispered. "I have an appointment to talk here today. I'll come to you to make a acquaintance."

"Then sit elsewhere," the boss waved to catch flies. "Go, don't get in the way here."

The owner of the pig head bar is Dumbledore's brother, the wizard who especially likes goats and has even committed crimes for it, aberforth Dumbledore.

To be honest, Maka was really curious - what did he do to the goat?

Before long, two wizards in wide cloaks and hoods pushed open the door of the pig head bar and appeared in Maka's sight.

By now, Maka was sitting at the round table in the room. When she saw the waiting people coming, she knocked on the table.

The two furtive wizards immediately heard the sound. They looked at each other, then went to the table where Maka was huddled and sat down in silence.

"Would you like some wine first, two?" Marca said first in her hoarse voice.

"No, just leave." one of them almost came to the middle of the table. He lowered his voice and said, "what happened that day? Why didn't you show up? The situation over there is not good now..."

"Yes, many people are thinking about how to recover the failure, otherwise it will be difficult to explain when the Lord - when the man comes back." another wizard followed.

Maka shook her head and asked calmly, "why? He hasn't come back yet?"

"That's right... Moreover, no one knows when he will suddenly appear in front of everyone. It's hard to live like this!"

It can be heard that when the other party said this sentence, his tone was full of bitterness.

"You don't have to worry about that," said Marca. "Anyway, you haven't done anything to betray. What's to worry about? You know, he's short of manpower now!"