Chapter 304

It's dinner time, but not only Harry hasn't come back, but Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, Tonks and a series of members of the order of the Phoenix working in the Ministry of Magic have not come back.

To tell you the truth, everyone in the kitchen is in a hurry.

Sirius sat on the throne and kept shaking his legs - he was the first to say he was going to find Harry, but Mrs. Weasley, who had always been more careful than anyone, stopped him first.

Sirius certainly can't go out, especially in this very sensitive period. It's too bad if someone notices his real body.

Hermione and Ron were forcibly pressed on the chair by calm lupin to prevent them from sneaking out to find Harry. But in fact, Lupin himself was also very anxious, but he quite understood that the more he had to keep calm in case of a situation.

Mundungus was as absent-minded as ever.

A wizard like him who wanders at the bottom has always been a short-sighted person who only cares about his own interests. It's just eating and drinking here every day.

Although he has his own principles, his "principles" will never include Harry's life and death.

As for Lenny and Lena sisters... They probably don't care.

But on the whole, the atmosphere in the kitchen is very tense, and I'm afraid it won't get better until Harry and them come back.

At this time, Fred and George walked softly into the kitchen and found everyone staring at them.

"What's the matter?" Fred and George said in unison.

"No, nothing."

I don't know who answered, and then everyone's eyes quickly moved away - they were waiting for Harry, not for the two troublemakers.

Hermione spoke hastily.

"Fred, George... Hasn't there been any movement in the study?"

The twin brothers shrugged at the same time, and then George said, "there's still no response."

After Maka returned to her study, Hermione felt something wrong after thinking about it. A sense of disobedience constantly reminded her that Maka seemed to be hiding something.

So she ran upstairs again, only to find that the door of the study had been cursed. Now the door, let alone open, could not even knock, as if an invisible wall blocked the door.

"Don't stand there! Sit down! Sit down!"

Seeing the Fred and George brothers standing at the door talking to Hermione, Mrs. Weasley impatiently greeted her two careless sons and asked them to sit down at the table.

However, she leaned against the wall, and her inner anxiety had already been written on her face.

"Molly, it's no use standing there - you can sit down!" lupin waved his hand. "Wait another ten minutes. If they don't come back, I'll go out and find a way."

"I'll go too!" Sirius immediately stood up.

"Don't make trouble!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

"You can't go." lupin calmly shook his head to Sirius. "Molly is right. If you run out, we will be more worried."

"What do you say to do?" Sirius's cynical nature seemed to emerge again. "Tell me! What should I do? I might as well go to the Ministry of Magic -"

"Sirius!" lupin raised his voice and said seriously, "do you understand what you're talking about?"

Sirius opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and sat heavily back in his chair.

Just then, Lupin suddenly frowned as if he thought of something. Then he shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Although this is not the time to talk, I want to say - are we too dependent on McLean recently?" he frowned. "If it weren't for the emergency today and McLean was just gone, I really didn't notice this problem..."

"Recently, as soon as an event occurs, we will subconsciously write a report and submit it to McLean for decision, and then he will naturally send us one treatment plan after another..."

"Yes, McLean's handling methods are really powerful. He often points to the key, which saves us a lot of trouble in implementation... Just like Dumbledore before!"

"Dumbledore?" Mrs. Weasley was stunned.

"Molly, you're still as smart as before... I think you understand?" lupin nodded. "Yes, we used to rely on Dumbledore's decision, but now we just transfer this dependence to McLean."

"I think you're right," Mrs. Weasley said thoughtfully. "Moody's and Kingsley will be more assertive than us, but we just..."

"No matter what you think, I'm not good at using my brain," Sirius said impatiently. "What to do and decide are left to smart people to think. I'm only responsible for implementation."

"Like now - I just want to know what we should do?" he shouted.

"Molly, what do you think?" lupin asked Mrs. Weasley.

Just when Mrs. Weasley couldn't help thinking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from far to near outside the kitchen. Then everyone was surprised to see Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and Tonks.

"What happened? Why does everyone look like this?" asked Mr. Weasley with a puzzled face.

But everyone in the kitchen didn't answer him immediately. Instead, they looked behind Tonks, who came in last.

No one! No Harry! Only these three people!

"Where's Harry? Arthur, hasn't Harry come back with you?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously at once.

"Harry?" said Mr. Weasley in surprise. "He should have been back long ago? Miss burns took him out of the Ministry herself... He didn't come back?"

"Miss burns?" lupin said in amazement. "You mean Amelia burns, director of the legal enforcement department? She's not --"

"I'm not sure. Maybe Dumbledore went to her... Now the problem is not this, but... Harry really didn't come back?" Mr. Weasley was surprised and his eyes widened.

"What did I cheat you to do?" lupin shook his head helplessly.

"Where's Mr. McLean?" Kingsley interrupted their conversation. "He must know something... Not necessarily. Isn't he at home now?"

"Yes, it is..." Mrs. Weasley pointed upstairs. "As soon as he came back, he went to the study and said he didn't need to prepare his dinner. Then he locked the door and never came out again..."

Kingsley was stunned when he heard the speech, and then showed a puzzled expression.

"Locked the door?" he said strangely.

"Yes! He put a spell on the door of the study. We can't even touch the door," Fred and George interrupted.

This time even Kingsley had no idea. He thought about it and turned to the door.

"I'll go to Burns' house and ask you not to run around... By the way, don't use the fireplace recently. The flying road network has been monitored."

After that, his figure disappeared into everyone's sight, leaving only a group of people staring at each other in the kitchen, all of them anxious and at a loss.

The dishes on the table were a little cold. During this period, only Mundungus and Lenny ate some. Even Lena didn't move the tableware in front of her.

Of course she was not worried about Harry, but because the atmosphere made her feel that if she ate heartlessly at the moment, she would have an unnecessary rift with others.

Leaving a bad impression on these people is something Lena has been trying to avoid. She needs to let her sister Lenny live safely in this "big family", so that she can rest assured.

"I don't know... Is Mr. McLean hungry?"

Lena looked up at the ceiling and somehow thought of Maka.

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Of course Marca will be hungry. Usually he eats the most. But tonight, he didn't have time to care about whether he was hungry or not.

At the moment, in the study, a vast ocean of dark blue magic light is constantly surging, and a large number of runes are dancing in the whole study space, glittering with beautiful color.

On the cleaned floor, lines meander and flow, breaking out soft white light.

Maka seemed to sit casually in the middle of the room, closed her eyes and focused on the magic in her body.

To be more precise, it focuses on the black gas mixed with magic.

He is trying to filter out the black gas from the magic with the help of the power of the rune matrix.

Those black gases seem to be very easy to infect magic and have high adhesion, so it is extremely difficult to remove them. But with the help of runic matrix, this is not an impossible thing.

The runic array under him can make all magic within the array rotate at high speed. It's only a matter of time to separate magic from that strange black gas.

Of course, the premise is that the carrier of Magic - that is, Maka herself can support it.

The circulation of magic is affected by the spirit of wizards, and the high-speed flow requires wizards to have a corresponding strong spiritual will, otherwise there will be a magic riot.

Just as when the little wizards first awakened their magic, it was because their spirit had not adapted to the magic that had just awakened and slowly flowed.

However, what Maka has to face now is a much more terrible high-speed flow than when magic awakens.

At this moment, he still sat quietly in the center of the rune array with his eyes closed, his chin in one hand and his other arm casually on his thigh.

However, his hand clenched his fist hard, and his forehead was green and sudden. Sweat wet the bangs on his forehead, making several strands of hair cling to the skin at the corners of his eyes.

Only the slight breath echoed gently in the quiet study.