Chapter 485

"Hmm? The door is unlocked?"

Marca, who almost passed Harry and Ron, is now standing in front of the pig head bar in Hogsmeade village. With a gentle push, the old wooden door opened itself.

Today, aberforth must not be here.

When Maka waited for Voldemort and even greenward to attack at Hogwarts, aberforth and members of the order of the Phoenix led by Kingsley also had their own tasks.

What they have to do is actually very simple, but the burden on their shoulders is also quite heavy. Because today, if Voldemort chooses to attack Dumbledore's funeral, his actions will inevitably show their feet.

It can be said that this is the best time to explore and even destroy Voldemort's Secret stronghold.

So Maka knows that the pig's head bar must be closed. But obviously, the door is open.

Although aberforth looks big and thick, his mind is very delicate. He will certainly not make such a small mistake. In that case, maybe Harry and Ron have indeed escaped the disaster - Marca naturally hopes so.

He thought a little, but did not stop at his feet. He raised his legs and walked into the bar.

The opaque windows made the room dark, but Maka didn't hesitate. He walked quickly around the bar, opened the door and entered aberforth's bedroom.

He hasn't been here, but it doesn't prevent him from knowing what's going on inside.

Just a few steps into the same dark bedroom, Maka felt that she had kicked something. Although it is true that it is hard, it still has a subtle elasticity.

With a wave of his hand, a soft light immediately illuminated the bedroom clearly. As his vision became clear, he finally found out what he was kicking.

"Isn't this aberforth's goat?" Marca shook her head slightly, but ignored it.

Of course he could see that the goat was under the whole body restraint curse and lay down miserably on the floor, unable to move at all. But he doesn't have time to care about a goat now!

The picture was hanging on the bedroom wall, and the girl in the picture seen by Harry and Ron didn't seem to be on the canvas at the moment.

Maka stepped forward and tapped the edge of the frame with her fingers, trying to see if she could call out the person in the picture.

To be honest, he has little hope for it. The person in the magic portrait can come and go between his portraits at will, but if he really goes to other canvases, he can't hear the other person knocking like this.

But facts proved that he didn't knock for nothing this time. There are few portraits of the girl, but now she is actually walking leisurely in the trees in the picture!

Looking at a slender figure in the forest in the oil painting background, Maka was relieved to walk slowly here.

It would be great to get information about Harry and Ron directly from her.

"Ariana," said Marca, nodding to the girl in the picture, "have Harry and Ron left here? Uh... You know who I'm talking about."

The girl was no other than two Dumbledore's own sisters, Ariana Dumbledore.

When the Dumbledore brothers and greenward were young, there was a chaotic tripartite duel, and Ariana missed a magic spell issued by someone and died on the spot.

Since then, aberforth, who loved his sister very much, has been blaming his brother. Because the scuffle, which seemed meaningless to him, was triggered by the disagreement between his brother and greenward.

This sad past is not only the old creation of albus, but also the biggest knot of his brother Albus Dumbledore.

In the past, when Maka tried to enter the different rooms of the demand room again and again, she found the one with the portrait of Ariana.

So he knew very well that Dumbledore's sister had never been talkative. If you want to ask her any questions, you must try your best to let her answer by "nodding" or "shaking her head", otherwise she will turn away irrefutably.

This time, Ariana's mood seemed ok. At least she was willing to come out of the forest behind and listen to what he wanted to say.

When Marca asked about Harry and Ron, Ariana nodded calmly, then reached out and motioned to the bedroom door.

"Thank you."

Knowing clearly that Harry and Ron were all right undoubtedly calmed Marca, who was full of boredom and anxiety at the moment.

"Now that they have left here, they should go back to the burrow?"

In his opinion, Harry and Ron would never run foolishly to Hogwarts again. But who knows, sometimes the facts are always so unexpected that people are often caught off guard after the event.

Maka casually sat down on the next chair, regardless of the dirt on her head, and just sighed again.

He is not the kind of hero who can see a large number of people die without changing his face, nor the kind of king who can put the victims on the honor list. He can't maintain his little "little selfishness" after such a disaster.

To put it bluntly, he was still thinking about how to save the terrible disaster and try to save those who were not supposed to die.

As for the way... Naturally, there is no way. In fact, the way to recover the defeat has appeared as early as during the top three competition of the last academic year.

Maka pondered for a moment and took out a heavy magic notebook from her waist pocket. After gently stroking the words "book of sin" on the cover, he opened the book he hadn't read carefully for a long time and turned it directly to the last page.

In the original book of sin, he has undoubtedly read the "guide table of regular runes" most times, followed by the three-dimensional Rune matrix on the last page.

This Rune array drawn by magic silk thread is extremely complex. Although he has seen it so many times and studied it unremittingly so far, the progress is not satisfactory.

However, he can guess that this is mostly a rune array used to span time and space. It is it that brings the future self back to the past and stands in front of him.

Don't mention that this Rune matrix is likely to have major defects. Even if there are no defects, he can't actually use it now.

"Do you want me to spend more than half my life studying and understanding, and then get a new" book of sin "back to the past?" Maka forced out a helpless smile, "... It's useless to read it!"

With a dull sound of "pa", this heavy notebook was closed again.

However, after closing the hand note, Maka's action suddenly stopped. He seemed to think of something. He frowned slightly and stared at the book in his hand.

He didn't find anything new in the book of sin, but a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

This happens occasionally when a person is desperately thinking or remembering something.

That feeling is like a vague feeling in my heart. It seems that I can almost figure it out, but I can't capture its actual content.

"Time converter!"

In a flash of light, Maka finally caught the idea that she almost slipped away between her fingers.

"This is really... This is really..." once he thought of this thing that was almost forgotten in a corner of his mind, he shook his fist with some excitement, "how can I forget it?"

For a moment, Maka's whole brain was filled with the word "time converter". He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the old bedroom of aberforth, relieving his excitement.

He knows that now is not the time to be happy, or that the next is the most critical moment. He must calm down again and plan his next action as carefully as possible so as not to fall short again.

After several deep breaths, he pressed down his joy and sat back in the dirty armchair.

He still vaguely remembered that in the world without him, Marca McClane, Harry and they had saved Sirius Black's death by relying on this "time converter". But after that, because of an accident, the time converter seemed to be destroyed

"Why was it destroyed? Now..." Maka tried to search in the distant memory that almost disappeared, trying to find the slightest trace, "yes, Hermione once applied for courses with conflicting time... Application..."

As he recalled desperately, he muttered to himself: "... Ministry of magic! Yes, the time converter is stored in the time Hall of the Department of mysterious affairs!"

In the world without Maka, the cabinet containing the time converter was hit by a coma spell in the battle of the Department of mystery affairs, so that the time converter fell into a dead cycle and could no longer be used. Although Marca didn't remember so much, he at least remembered some reasons.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling relieved.

Although I met Voldemort's ambush in the prophecy Hall of the Department of mysterious affairs, I also had a big fight in the death hall. But at that time, he and a group of black dead were just passing by in the time hall. Those time converters should be all right.

"It's not too late!"

After a little consideration, he decided to go to the Ministry of magic at once. After all, those time converters are now his only hope.