Chapter 461

When the house elves living in the kitchen of Hogwarts met the elves of old lac who was associated with freedom, Maka thought they would argue for at least a while.

But in fact, the scene of the first meeting between the two groups of elves seemed unusually calm.

The house elves kept themselves in line. After politely greeting the elves like Lao lac, they continued to be busy preparing for dinner. As for the performance of Lao lac on their side, it doesn't matter much more than the domestic elves.

"... they have masters, but we have freedom, don't we?" old Lacker looked at the domestic elves who came and went back on the stove and said calmly, "as long as there is a purpose, an agreement and work, the Elves will have no problem."

Of course, Maka can't understand this completely different concept of life from human beings, but he can't completely deny all this.

At first, many people thought that the reason why the domestic elf served the Wizards was that he was defeated and captured, but now he learned another possibility from Lao lac. Therefore, no matter how unreasonable the facts are, there will still be some reasons behind them.

Of course, Hermione will still make unremitting efforts for the rights and consciousness of domestic elves, and tamaka will still help more or less when she can help.

Sometimes, the truth is not so important. Because whenever we make the right choice, who knows if it's just our own wishful thinking?

Of course, you will regret doing wrong, but the most regretful thing is usually "not doing it".

Just like Maka now, when he watched two groups of elves do their own things, he didn't talk to each other at all. To tell the truth, he did think it was silly, but it was much better than regretting that he didn't bring them in the future.

"Well, let's go!" Marca waved. "I have to take you to see where you live, and then assign you tasks... Come with me!"

After Maka led them out of the hole again, the house elves in the kitchen chattered and murmured away.

"Look at those terrible elves - they're wearing clothes! It's terrible!"

"No! Where did Mr. McLean find them?"

"Shh - don't mutter. We just have to work hard and leave them alone. Oh! Idle elves, they are pathetic... But don't get close to them."

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After settling down the elves, old lac, Maka finally returned to her office.

To be honest, the school year is not over yet, but he has met so many things that he feels a little numb.

Originally, a Voldemort was fooling around in the British magic world. After some twists and turns, he finally had the ability to firmly suppress the other party. But now, another greenward came out to make trouble.

Two generations of the Dark Lord didn't talk about coming first and coming first, so they rushed to him and blocked his way, so that he didn't even have the right to choose to avoid.

However, although these two top black Wizards of different times have stood on the opposite side of Hogwarts, their concepts are indeed very different. From the clues obtained so far, it seems that they did not gather together, but chose their own direction of doing business.

This can hardly be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Now Christmas is coming, and Professor McGonagall has advertised the date of Dumbledore's public funeral. It is conceivable that in the period before the official funeral, although the undercurrent must still be turbulent, it must be calm on the surface.

In other words, in the first half of this Christmas holiday, Maka can take a break.

After tidying up some necessary things he had left in the office, he sat behind his desk and turned his notes for a while. Then he paced out slowly.

It's still snowing outside, but the wind is not so strong. The snowflakes are light and fluttering, with a little coldness, falling on the snow on the lawn, and making their insignificant efforts to pile up that white.

Looking up, the vestibule of Hogwarts is white, almost the same color as the continuous mountains and clouds outside, which makes people feel a little blurred.

Most of the students had already signed on the list of going home for Christmas. When Maka stood on the steps in front of the gate, most of the passing little wizards would say "Merry Christmas" to him, and then walk in groups to the carriage parked on the side of the vestibule.

Maka looked at them and couldn't help feeling a little sorry for herself.

Compared with being a professor fighting for students, he actually wants to be a student who only needs to be buried in his study and life. But his school days seem to have ended too early.

With a slight shake of her head, Maka put aside these insignificant feelings and crunched out of the school gate on the snow.

Before long, the space in the deserted street in front of grimmer square was suddenly distorted, and Maka's body quietly appeared there.

He opened the hidden old black house, pushed the door open and walked in leisurely.

Mrs. Weasley seemed to have gone back. At least Marca didn't hear her daily shouting. Therefore, the portrait of Sirius mother was still covered with curtains without sharp and high curses.

There are more people here, but there are fewer, but on the whole, it has really become a little deserted.

Marca had just walked through the hall on the thick carpet. Before she could figure out where to go, she saw a small figure sitting on the stairs.

"Isira?"

The carpet eliminated the light footsteps of Makana, so that it was not until he opened his mouth that a stunned ishra could find his arrival.

"Maka!"

The little girl stood up, then hurried to Marca's body and grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

"You... Are coming."

Maka gently touched her hair and a smile appeared on her face.

He still liked the child. At least, unlike those children in the same situation, isira still didn't give up hope in despair. And strong children will always make people feel good.

In isira's clear eyes, Maka squatted down and took a good look at her.

"Still so thin, have you had a good meal?"

Isila nodded timidly. The excitement when she first saw Maka faded away, and the accustomed silence returned to her again.

Maka didn't care, because the other children must be more silent than isira - he could easily expect it without even looking.

For these children, it still takes time to precipitate slowly if they want to restore their character like normal children.

Just as Maka was about to try to talk to isilado, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, regular and light, mostly Lena.

Sure enough, as soon as Maka looked up, she caught a glimpse of the familiar figure from the gap between the handrails of the stairs.

"How are you?"

Although his contact with black's old house has never been interrupted, and he knows most of the situation here, after all, it is impossible to write the trivial life in the ciphertext report to him.

As one of the actual directors of the order of the Phoenix, Maka felt that it was necessary to understand everyone's life.

Lena is still so serious.

But she didn't answer immediately after hearing Maka's inquiry, but waited until she stood in front of Maka, and then calmly gave an accurate and concise response to Maka's inquiry just now.

"Life here is very comfortable and safe. Although Lenny always says she's bored and wants to go out, she doesn't really hate it here. Mrs. Weasley is very kind to us, and Lenny likes her very much..."

Although Marca asked her, nine of the ten sentences she heard were about her sister. For this werewolf girl whose head is full of sisters, Maka has no choice.

"I already know about Lenny," Marca nodded. "What about yourself?"

"Me?" Lena seems to have never realized her thoughts. After Maka asked, she thought about it a little, "... I'm very happy to be in the kitchen every day."

"All right!" Marca shrugged, gave up asking, and said, "where's Sirius? His body should have recovered almost? Where is he now?"

"He went shopping for Christmas presents on the street and will probably come back at night," Lena replied.

"Where's lupin?"

Maka nodded and continued to ask, but as soon as she spoke, lupin and Tonks appeared at the door of the meeting room.

"Here it is!" Lu Pinglang said. "Merry Christmas, Maka!"

"Yes! Merry Christmas!" Tonks said, "are you alone? Didn't you bring anyone else this time?"

"It's Christmas. Everyone should go home and have a reunion. Where can we have time to come here!" Marca smiled. "I think it's best if there's no one here!"

Maka's casual and funny words can't help but arouse the emotion in everyone's heart.

If there is no one here, there are only two possibilities. Either the world is at peace, or their faith is completely broken.

At present, the possibility of achieving the goal is not small.

"I hope so!" lupin said. "This is the Christmas wish this year!"

Several people looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. With a wave of Marca's hand, a Christmas tree decorated with magic lights appeared in the lobby. One day, one room went out, which added a lot of warm atmosphere to the room.

"Let's have a relaxing Christmas first!"

Maka's words raised a trace of warmth in the hearts of all present.