Chapter 350

"Lupin, I heard that the interrogation has come to an end?"

In the evening, just after recovering some strength, Maka couldn't wait to open the door of the meeting room.

"Why did you get out of bed?" lupin subconsciously stood up when he saw Maka appear at the door.

"I'm all right..." Maka said as she walked quickly to the conference table. "How's the situation? If not, use vomit. I still have some..."

"No," lupin looked at him up and down, as if to confirm whether he had really recovered. "When Snape left, he checked their memory with God taking meditation - the place where the potion was distributed was in the black market, underground of the dark spirit Pavilion."

"Dark spirit pavilion?" Maka frowned when she heard the speech. "Have the goblins been attracted by them?"

"With the disposition of those goblins, most of them think it is profitable... But it is impossible for them to completely stand on Voldemort's side. After all, we are obviously stronger now."

"Well..." Maka thought, "anyway, we should try to avoid conflict with the goblins. Because they haven't shown any sign of trying to trigger another rebellion..."

"What do you want to do?" lupin asked.

"In short, we'd better sneak in first and quietly -"

"Who's going?" lupin immediately interrupted Maka. "Do you want to go by yourself? I don't think anyone here will agree!"

When Maka heard the speech, she looked around at the members of the order of the Phoenix, but everyone stared at him for a moment.

"Marca, are we companions?" Tonks asked with his mouth curled.

"Marca?" Mr. Weasley shrugged at him.

"Er..."

After a stalemate, Maka had to raise her hands reluctantly.

"All right, all right, don't stare at me..." he sighed. "This time it's changed to collective action, the head office... However! The operators must choose carefully!"

"Rely more on everyone!" Mrs. Weasley said on his shoulder. "In this case, individual strength is certainly needed, but collective strength can't be lacking, can't it?"

"Yes!" lupin smiled and said, "since it's sneaking in, someone must come to distract... You don't want to make a big noise again?"

Just then, Lenny burst in through the door.

"What's a big fight? Are you going to fight? Lenny is going too!" she jumped up to Marca and grabbed his arm. "It's boring to stay at home all day!"

"No! You can't go!" Maka knocked the crazy girl on the head. "Well, after dinner, the discussion on the sneaking plan will be handed over to you... I'll have a good sleep."

"That's right!" Mrs. Weasley looked at him lovingly. "You're still growing! Take good care of yourself and don't mess around..."

"Let's have dinner first! I'm hungry!"

"Yes, yes! I'm hungry too..."

"And me, and me!"

Seeing that Mrs. Weasley seemed to start nagging again, Lupin opened the topic quite timely, and the rest of the audience were busy agreeing.

If they had known each other as students, they were familiar with Mrs. Weasley's chatter.

But Maka waved her hand and told everyone to wait.

"One more thing," he said, "I have to go to Hogwarts early tomorrow morning. Professor Snape said last night that Dumbledore wanted me to go."

"What's the matter?" Luping said, suddenly pausing, "ah - by the way, in fact, I've always cared about one thing... Dumbledore hasn't heard from him for a long time, Marca. Do you know why?"

Upon Lu Ping's mention, members who had not paid much attention to it soon realized it.

The order of the Phoenix was originally an organization established by Dumbledore against Voldemort, and he personally led the last wizard war.

But this time, it's probably because Maka's ability is really outstanding, so we haven't had much sense of disobedience all the time. But today, this extremely subtle anomaly has finally been noticed by lupin.

"Well, I know what you mean..." Maka thought. "In fact, I don't quite understand. Although I can guess some reasons... It's unreasonable to let go completely."

"Dumbledore's ideas are always unpredictable. If I can't guess, don't guess... He won't hurt us, will he?"

Montungus, who had been lying on the conference table, raised his head and lazily advised, but attracted several pairs of round eyes.

"Although dung has always been unreliable, I think he said it well this time." when everyone despised Mundungus, Mr. Weasley nodded. "Isn't it because we always trust Dumbledore that we can get together?"

"That's right, that's it..." Marca smiled. "Anyway, Professor Dumbledore will always explain it for us when it's time to say it."

"Yes, yes, let's get ready to enjoy today's dinner! Today, Miss Lena and I made a big meal to celebrate little Marca's recovery!"

In the atmosphere of Mrs. Weasley's revival, everyone roared in the direction of the kitchen.

Of course, Maka was surrounded by the crowd. When she was pushed forward by Tonks, Maka's mind drifted back to the topic just now.

Dumbledore is really not normal recently. It feels more friendly than before, and... Seems more lazy?

Although Maka didn't notice when this situation began, the faint sense of disobedience has really become stronger and stronger recently.

"Come on, come on, sit down..." Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and sent out plates of delicious dishes while greeting everyone. "Well, Tonks, come and change your face! Be more festive!"

"Oh, of course!" Tonks smiled at Marca. "Hey! What do you like to see?"

"Hmm?" Maka blinked and said absently, "Oh, what... Chinese cabbage?"

"Is that still a face!" Tonks said angrily with a stiff face. "Do you want me to turn my head into a big cabbage?"

"The bite cabbage has a mouth..." Marca, who came back to her senses, spread her hand with a smile.

"Hum!" said Tonks, holding his chest in his arms. "Change yourself!"

In a lively atmosphere, everyone sat around a table and had a sumptuous dinner. After that, Maka talked and laughed with everyone. After eating for a while, she went back to bed first.

That night, clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the stars and moon in the sky.

Speaking of, the weather at night is not very good recently. Although it is still sunny during the day, no one can guarantee that it will be the same the next day.

Just as there are some things that cannot be accurately predicted by even the prophets.

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As if telling people last night that they don't have to worry about the future, the next morning the weather was intoxicating.

Although the air gradually became a little cool, most of us changed into thin wool vests or sweaters. But the feeling of being able to bathe in the warm sunshine since the morning is enough to sweep away the darkness in every corner of people's heart.

Listening to the birds' crisp calls and breathing the fresh air around, Maka couldn't help but let go of his tight mind.

He couldn't relax for a moment since he found out that Willie was most likely the maker of the potion.

I know that even if the situation is urgent, it must be solved step by step. But the feeling at the bottom of his heart was that he couldn't calm down.

"Do you want to take a look at Luna first..." Maka walked gently on the lawn in front of Hogwarts castle and thought to herself, "no, forget it. Wait until the current matter is solved! Go to Hogsmeade village with Luna to have fun..."

Thinking so, he hurried across the lawn and into the castle hall.

"Marca?"

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a voice calling himself, and there were hidden surprises in his tone.

"Marca, are you back?"

Maka turned her head and smiled.

"Good morning, Hermione," he said naturally, "again? How does that sound like I'm not welcome back?"

"How could it! But... It's really 'again'!"

Hermione was standing in front of the bulletin board at the moment. It seemed that she had just read the notice on the bulletin board. When she was about to turn around and leave, she happened to see Maka coming in from the door.

"Today... Is the ancient magic class going to continue?" Hermione said happily, just vaguely feeling that she had nothing to say.

Marcello shrugged regretfully and said, "I'm sorry. Although I want to give you a class, I can't do it today... I'm going to the headmaster's office now."

"Oh, never mind, I know you've been very busy..." Hermione shook her hands, but the color of regret was quite obvious. "Well... What can we do for you recently?"

"Of course!" Maka smiled. "Help me keep an eye on Umbridge and contact 'home' as soon as there is something wrong... I'm not perfunctory. It's also very important!"

"No problem! I stare at it every day!" Hermione said, suddenly waving to Marca. "By the way, talk about it..."

Pulling Marca to the door, Hermione said Trelawney's prophecy again. This time, because Ron had a rare wit, he remembered the contents of the prophecy clearly, and Hermione was much easier to convey now.

As soon as Maka heard that it was a prophecy, she immediately put away her smile and listened carefully.