Chapter 293

The Merlin medal represents honor.

For wizards who don't value honor, it's just a rare collection; But for those wizards who equate fame and achievement with life, it represents at least the recognition of the whole European magic world.

The Merlin medal will not bring the most direct benefits to the recipient, but with this medal, it will be much easier to seek benefits.

Maka picked up the small medal from the box held by aginbad and gently buttoned it on her chest. The streamer on the surface of the medal curled around her chest, as if even he himself looked more tall and straight.

The youngest Merlin medal holder in history was quietly born at such a private luncheon.

In the final analysis, the medal in front of Maka's lapel is actually closely related to Voldemort. It represents not only Maka's achievements and honor, but also Maka's official will to draw a line with Voldemort.

At the moment, a group of wizards kept whispering. They were measuring the gains and losses of their current position and carefully considering the road to choose next.

Among them, the orphans and widows, of course, should first consider the safety of themselves and their families, but more important forces need to consider the development trend of their forces.

Until now, the intention of Dumbledore's private banquet has been clearly revealed.

After he and Marca successively repulsed Voldemort's offensive, and after the audio-visual conference hosted by Marca made public the fact that "Voldemort is not invincible", Dumbledore obviously wanted to follow up the victory and reshuffle the current forces.

This is a direction and a necessity.

However, Dumbledore and Marca also understand that this is not an overnight thing. Today's luncheon is only the beginning.

Before long, the lunch finally ended in a panic.

With Dumbledore's introduction, Marca became familiar with many famous wizards today.

No matter which side those wizards are on, in the magic world with complex interests, the present enemy may not be the future friend.

Maka can't understand this.

Watching the so-called "celebrities" leave one by one, Marca stood beside Dumbledore and quietly thought about every step to go next.

"Dumbledore, McLean..."

A voice sounded behind them. Dumbledore and Marca turned back at the same time, smiled and nodded at the man.

"Kakarov," said Dumbledore with a smile, "I don't know if what happened today is what you want to see?"

"Can you at least feel at ease?" Marca followed.

Kakarov looked at the old and young in front of him, and suddenly took a deep breath - if the two wizards had been standing together, Voldemort would never have the slightest hope of victory.

He looked back and forth at Dumbledore and Marca for a while, and finally took out a small metal tube from his arms and handed it to them.

"I still say that. Don't forget to promise me!"

After Maka reached for it, kakarov turned decisively and left quickly towards the school gate.

"Marca, do you remember what I said in the letter?" they stood quietly for a while, and Dumbledore suddenly said.

"Sure," Marca nodded. "If the professor wants to take a walk, I can accompany you anytime."

In the past two years, Marca's figure has been much taller, but he is much worse than even tall Dumbledore.

As for the current momentum, Marca estimated that she would not grow as high as Dumbledore in her life, but in Dumbledore's eyes, Marca was growing continuously.

Dumbledore and Marca walked in the garden on one side of the castle and looked at the surrounding flowers. Their mood seemed to become much clearer.

"How are you feeling today?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Not bad," Marca shrugged. "But generally speaking, I prefer to stay in my room and face a lot of magic books rather than a large black head."

"Right! Many people want freedom, but sometimes what they want is not easy to get." Dumbledore shrugged.

They walked in the garden, talking one after another, looking completely at ease.

It seems that the conversation between the two rarely involves business, especially when they are walking, they mostly chat casually and say some specious words.

But in fact, for both of them, what they need most is to relax.

Both are purposeful people. What to do and what to think have long been decided. It is precisely because they both know this about each other that they rarely interfere with each other's intentions.

Finally, Dumbledore looked at Marca and asked, "are you ready?"

Makayan raised the metal tube in his hand and said helplessly, "to tell you the truth, I really don't want to... But now it's too late to regret."

"Then you can do it yourself!" Dumbledore smiled and simply turned to the castle.

……

"McLean."

As soon as she returned to the black house, Marka was stopped by Sirius.

"I think you must see this..."

Marca followed Sirius to the reception room, and a letter was immediately stuffed into his hand.

"A letter from the Ministry of magic?"

He said, unfolding the letter and reading it carefully. Then he nodded clearly.

"Marca, didn't you say..." Harry, who was a little uneasy, hesitated.

"This is my negligence." Maka said calmly.

The letter looked familiar to Marca because he had received something similar.

Specifically, this is a notification document:

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Dear Mr. Porter

According to relevant information, there are traces of Dementors in your Muggle family house.

In this regard, our department (Magic law enforcement department) sent auro to conduct a field exploration and found the bodies of five magical creatures suspected of Dementors.

Therefore, you have been included in the list of suspects who collude with Dementors to flee and invade Muggle people. In view of the seriousness of the case, we regret to inform you that you will be tried at the Ministry of magic at 9 a.m. on August 12.

Pius Thicknesse

Ministry of magic, magic law enforcement department, Auror office.

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"Harry can't go!" Sirius said firmly. "The Ministry of magic has obviously had a problem, and now fudge --"

"No," retorted Marca, "Harry must go!"

"Do you understand what you're talking about!" Sirius grabbed Marca's arm and shouted, "you should know the situation of the Ministry of magic best! Have you forgotten Snape's secret report?"

"That's why Harry should go," Marca said without changing her face. "If you want him to hide here like you and can't go out, keep him!"

"Sirius, Maka is right." lupin frowned and worried.

With that, Marca stopped caring about the silent Sirius and turned to look at Harry.

"Harry, let me tell you one thing first - according to Snape's secret report, the British Ministry of magic has been infiltrated by Voldemort's forces - he buried his own people in it a long time ago. To be more precise, the current Ministry of magic is really dangerous."

"I..." Harry looked at Sirius and subconsciously clenched his hands.

"You don't care what Sirius said," Maka said calmly. "I just said that if you don't go, you must always hide here; if you go, I've prepared a task for you..."

"Now, Harry, it's up to you to decide - go or not?"

After throwing the test to Harry, Marca turned and left the reception room. He knew that Harry needed some time to think about it.

In the corridor outside the reception room, Hermione suddenly ran after him and called him.

"Marca! You just said... It was your negligence?" Hermione said incredulously

"Yes! Can't I be careless?" Maka turned her head and smiled at her.

Hermione pursed her thin lips and argued, "I don't think it's your negligence!"

"Don't think of me as too perfect. There will always be omissions, won't there?" Marca shook her head at will.

Hermione glanced disapprovingly, pointed to Marca and said, "do you think I haven't seen you make mistakes?"

"Huh?"

Maka was stunned when she heard the speech - he thought of Luna's injury for the first time, but for Hermione, what impressed her most was the moment at the end of the first grade.

The look of Marca at that time was enough to impress Hermione all her life.

"OK, OK! I admit you guessed well this time..." Maka whispered, smiled and waved to her. "First go to the study with me and we'll have a chat there."

……

Although Harry hasn't slept well at night recently and thinks about some problems that seem far away from him from time to time, he finally felt happy for the first time in the whole summer vacation.

Life here is still very easy. Everyone gets together and depends on each other.

But today, he was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling blurred by the night, and kept thinking of the terrible thing that was about to be tried in the Ministry of magic.

Has the Ministry of magic been controlled by Voldemort? Or is he on his way to control? Even Maka said it was dangerous. Isn't that

At the thought of this, fear pierced his heart like countless needles.

These sudden events were so terrible that he didn't dare to say them out loud, even to Ron and Hermione.

And the two of them, although Harry saw them muttering together at dinner and looked worried at him from time to time, he didn't say a word about it like him.

"What... Should I do?"