Chapter 466

Maka, who came out of the pig's head bar, was still considering whether she should go to the burrow or Lovegood's house. But obviously, he didn't have to worry about it anymore, because his owl MafA sent him a note.

This is a note signed by Mileva McGonagall. The content on it is very simple - Mr. newt Scamander has just arrived in Hogwarts and wants to meet him immediately.

Judging from the time Maka sent the letter, old Mr. scarmand didn't seem to come directly to Hogwarts after receiving the letter.

"All right!" he nodded slightly. "I hope the wording of my letter is really euphemistic enough..."

Marca doesn't know much about the famous magical biologist newt scarmand. All he knew was that the old man was a complete workaholic and loved magical animals very, very much.

But in the magic world, many people seem to think that this famous old scholar is not so likable.

Since he was young, he has been a little lonely. He doesn't like dealing with people, but he only likes to take care of his magical animals. As I get older, although it is better than in the past, I still seem to be not very good at communication.

Apart from his academic ability, he is probably a lonely little old man?

While thinking, Maka stepped on the magic book and flew away in the direction of Hogwarts castle. It was not far from the school. Soon he entered the school from the front door.

More professors stayed in Hogwarts on Christmas Eve. They all seemed to enjoy the aftertaste of Christmas Eve dinner in the auditorium. As for those students who didn't go home, most of them went to Hogsmeade village after dinner.

When Maka opened the brightly lit auditorium door, everyone inside looked at him.

He could see a strange old wizard sitting next to Professor McGonagall in casual clothes. There are not many people at the dinner tonight. Eating at a long table will only make people feel empty, so a big round table was set up for dinner.

"Are you Mr. scarmand?" Maka hurried forward and apologized, "I didn't go to your home to inform you personally. Please understand..."

The old man sitting next to Professor McGonagall is a little thin and doesn't look very tall. His white hair curled up slightly and seemed a little messy. But those eyes did not appear turbid with the growth of age, which was still full of persistence like young people.

Although he is nearly a hundred years old, he looks hale and hearty. How can he feel a little old?

Not far from him, an old lady was sitting there. She looked a little sad, and a middle-aged man was quietly comforting her.

"Are you McClain?" he apologized when Maka came. Scamandelli stood up and patted him on the arm. "It's not your fault. I know the current situation in the British magic world. I can understand."

"Thank you," said Marca regretfully, "but I didn't have time to save your relatives."

Scarmand shook his head gently when he heard the speech.

"Before I came to Hogwarts, I had been to the United States. To be honest, the situation was more serious than I thought. The American magic Congress sent Auror to clean up the manor and found a lot of suspicious people..." he said, frowning again, "I can see who those people are..."

"It's the silent one." Maka didn't hide anything about it, because he remembered that scarmand knew a lot about the silent one.

"Yes! The silent..." scarmand repeated the word, "and the marks on their chests. It's amazing... Did greenward appear again? Not long after Dumbledore's death?"

"Greenward? In America?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

"It's not clear where the first generation of the Dark Lord is now, but he does have a 'credit' for those attacks in the United States." Maka nodded. "However, that should not be his main action."

"You know, McLean?" Professor McGonagall asked hurriedly.

"Well," Maka nodded again, "I've seen him several times, but each time I haven't had direct face-to-face contact - he's very careful. And... There seems to be some other purpose..."

"That's really bad news," said Mr. scarmand, frowning with a thoughtful look.

"Father, don't say that! You should think about Aunt quiny's mood!" just then, the middle-aged man who accompanied the old lady suddenly looked up and shouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry -" old Mr. scarmand suddenly realized it and looked at the old lady slightly sadly, "Quinny, you..."

"It's all right, I'm all right." the wrinkles on the old lady's face tightened, "Alas... My poor little Zoe..."

When the old lady spoke, Maka remembered something.

"Madam?" he hesitated. "Oh, no, I mean, old lady... Have we met once at Jackson Trade Square?"

"You are..." the old lady thought. It seemed that her memory was not so clear. After a while, she nodded slightly, "Oh, the child that night?"

In fact, Maka met her at night. It was good for the old man to see his face clearly.

"I'm really sorry, old lady..." Maka bowed to her slightly. "About Zoe, I used a heavy spell on the wand that took her life, and I had a dialogue with Zoe's will. Although it was only Zoe simulated by the spell, she was really brave and didn't flinch in the face of her own death..."

"... I wanted to convey some last words for her, but she didn't speak for anything. At the last moment, she chose to try to reveal some truth to me rather than linger for her own death."

Makaton paused and repeated, "she is a brave witch."

"Oh... Little Zoe..." the old lady listened and closed her eyes, as if she had seen the scene in her mind, and tears seeped from the wrinkles in her eyes.

"She... What truth did she tell you?" scarmand said slightly sadly. "I think we must know, too, because it is the child's last words, isn't it?"

But Maka shook her head with regret.

"She couldn't say it all," sighed Marca. "At the moment when the truth was about to blurt out, greenward's will occupied the black wizard's body and dispersed the magic image of the replay spell. Then he blew up the black wizard's body and his wand."

"... this is terrible."

McGonagall and the other professors present were a little frightened. After all, it was greenward. At the beginning, a series of terrorist acts throughout the European magic world were deeply branded in the hearts of the old wizards.

Like modern wizards who fear Voldemort, which of the old Wizards of their generation grew up listening to greenward's fierce name?

"No wonder so..." scarmand said solemnly, "I know some people in the American magic Congress. I went there to claim little Zoe... Alas... At that time, I heard someone discussing the situation in the manor, saying that a stone chamber in the basement was all red with blood and flesh..."

"Yes!" Marka nodded. "I received a warning from Hogwarts. Otherwise, I might be able to stay there and hand over to Auror of the United States."

Of course he would say so, although he would not have stayed in the manor anyway. In that case, negotiating with Auror must take a lot of time. He won't waste his energy on things that mean nothing to him.

"Your judgment is right. In this situation, there can be no accident at Hogwarts," said old Mr. scarmand, looking around the auditorium again. He missed the tunnel, "This school is of great significance to the whole British magic world... And even to the whole European magic world. Especially after the teacher leaves, the safety here may even be linked to the safety of the magic world."

He was also a student of Hogwarts, and like Maka, he was also a hutchpatch. When he studied in school, Dumbledore was only a professor of deformation at Hogwarts.

Coincidentally, he and Marka also have one thing in common, that is, they have not successfully graduated from Hogwarts. But for their age, Hogwarts is still their most unforgettable alma mater.

There are many students like Maka and Scamander in Hogwarts. It can be said that the Wizards trained in this school are truly all over Europe.

If one day, the school fell down for some reason, it would be unimaginable for the people and things involved.

"Boy, you've done too much for Hogwarts," Scamander turned around and put his hand on Marca's shoulder. "This time, I'm not just for little Zoe. Since little Zoe can also work hard for the future of the magic world, I newt Scamander will not fall behind."

"Father, you are so old -" the middle-aged man, the son of old Mr. scarmand, discouraged.

"Then you come?" asked scarmand, looking at him.

"I --"

"You can't," old Mr. scarmand interrupted without hesitation. "You have your wife and my underage grandson. All you have to do is take care of them - but I can."

He paused, took out his spell from his arms, looked at it and said with emotion: "Professor Dumbledore helped me keep this wand. Without Professor Dumbledore, I couldn't keep it when I left Hogwarts. Without it, where would I be now? Where would you be?"

In the tense situation at that time, the European continent still implemented the wand license issuing system. However, it is said that the implementation of this measure by the British Ministry of magic is not as strong as that of the American magic Congress.

Of course, it's certain that you don't do anything without a license.

"... after Mr. McLean describes the situation at that time, you can have a rest! Tomorrow you will take your aunt quiny home and try to contact your cousin and their husband and wife." old Mr. scarmand said loudly, "I'll stay here and go nowhere."