Chapter 515

"... lie down, like a patient!" Hermione stood by the hospital bed, pointed to the bed and said stubbornly, "don't you think it's embarrassing for us all to stand at the door? It's like you're here to see a doctor?"

As soon as Maka entered the ward, she didn't even have time to say thank you. She was not very interesting by Hermione's call.

Yes, in principle, he is still a patient. Although he was very clear in his heart, he fainted only because of his magic overdraft, not because of any injury.

I remember when he woke up from St. Mungo's hospital bed, he was once surprised why he was sent to St. Mungo's magic injury hospital. Because he just fainted. There's no problem with brain melon seeds. What kind of situation before fainting can stay in his mind!

At that time... That is, yesterday, he took the ancient magic mirror and directly moved to the deep mountains and forests of Albania. There are few people there, so it is relatively appropriate to temporarily place those terrible things.

After that, he used the remaining magic to lay a rune array in the underground palace based on the soul rune, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. But it was not until he finally began to seal that he realized that this thing could not be sealed easily.

The power of the ancient mirror is very powerful, and the soul shock wave after wave seems to be endless. No matter how firm the seal is, it is impossible to seal it completely.

Unfortunately, in order not to take any more risks, he did not go to the ghost swamp in the United States to observe. If you look at it, you may get some inspiration from its original sealing method.

In the end, although he opened the seal array for the time being, it is really hard to say how long it can last. It seems that he has to reinforce it again and again before finding out the correct and effective sealing means.

Of course, the future events can not be listed for the time being. After all, this incident can be said to have wiped out two hidden dangers for Maka by the way. Voldemort and greenward are both lying dead. Of course, Maka is the happiest. At least for him, the bewitching Monument and the broken mirror are temporarily safe.

Greatly relieved, Maka reluctantly returned to Hogwarts when her magic was exhausted, and fell in the snow and lost consciousness. If he hadn't agreed with Professor McGonagall in advance, he couldn't tell how long he would lie in the ice and snow!

Not to mention these, at present, under Hermione's stubborn persuasion, Maka had to lie back in the hospital bed. Needless to say, he does have some injuries. It's just the damage caused by excessive backtracking time, but he can't be cured in bed.

"Maka, how are you feeling now?" Mrs. Weasley looked no more anxious than Hermione. As soon as Maka lay down, she asked, "although you can run to the next door, your face is not as good as you show! Look at you, you are thin..."

"Madam, I'm really fine." Marca shook her head helplessly. "Don't I know my own situation? It's just a little hurt, which doesn't have much impact."

"I don't think so!" said Tonks disapprovingly. "Tell yourself, when have you ever been so embarrassed? You know, it's Voldemort and greenward!"

"Yes!" Ron exclaimed with exaggerated exclamation, "you have planted the two generations of the Dark Lord in your hands!"

"Dumbledore would be proud of you if he knew," even lupin couldn't help sighing.

In fact, they had whispered these words many times in private when Maka was unconscious. At that time, all the Wizards in Hogwarts castle made similar comments when they came out to watch.

"Everyone says you are Dumbledore of this era!" Neville followed. "It's really... It's great!"

But when Maka heard this, she had to smile bitterly to herself.

Although he did have such a plan to catch the two dark lords, there was a big mistake in the middle, so that he broke his head. It can be said that in many cases, the process may not be very important. As long as the result is good, people will be happy about it.

Therefore, even if one of the two dark demons abandoned his body and the other was buried by the pit dug by the former, it seems that both have nothing to do with Maka. But after Maka's efforts, all the results belong to him, which is a natural fact.

"I'm not as powerful as you think," Marca shrugged and said modestly.

It doesn't matter to him. Anyway, he spent a lot of energy from beginning to end. It doesn't hurt to accept this credit. Because the truth is hard to say. Since it is unclear, it's better not to say it directly.

"Marca, what was the situation? How did you fight with the two dark lords..." Fred asked excitedly.

"Did you duel with both of them alone?" George then continued.

Maka thought about it and was going to pick something to tell everyone. By the way, he could spread his modified version through their mouth. But he just opened his mouth and said a few words, but he found that there seemed to be a wizard walking in the corridor outside and stopping in front of the door of the ward.

With the knock on the door, a man's voice followed from the outside into the ward.

"Mr. McLean?"

The voice seemed a little hoarse, but it sounded very magnetic. Although the tone is very polite, it has a sharp tone. Just listening to the voice gives people a tough feeling.

"It's me," Marca recalled and found that she couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was for a while. It was obvious that she was not an acquaintance. "The door is unlocked. Please come in."

As soon as the voice fell, the other party unscrewed the door and walked inside with a big and rapid pace. Look at the crisp way of action and good clothes. He must be a vigorous and resolute big man.

"Are you... Mr. schlinger? Oh, no, you should be called 'minister' now." Maka politely followed, "is the Minister of magic here to ask about yesterday?"

Mr. nsklinger, full name Rufus schklinger, is the new minister of magic after the accident of cornelli fudge.

He has dark brown curly hair, a pair of eyebrows like two sharp knives, a pair of fine frame glasses with gold wire hook on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of sharp eyes behind the glass. Even if he was injured on his foot because of his past Auror career, he was inevitably a little lame, but he still walked with wind.

This guy used to be the director of Auror's office. He has always been a tough guy. When it comes to the principle of being a man, he is actually much more positive than fudge, especially in eliminating black wizards. Unfortunately, he and Dumbledore often disagreed. After all, their starting points were very different from the beginning.

When Maka asked about the new minister's intention, the other party shook his head first.

"Yes, I really want to know how you solved Voldemort and greenward together. But I came here today because of another thing..." scrimger stretched his face and put on his business style as usual, "But before that, please avoid here. I need to talk to Mr. McLean, Mr. Porter, Mr. Weasley... Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger."

It was obvious that several "Mr. Weasley" were crowded in the ward, so that scrimger had to correct the way of address, so as not to waste more words because of unclear expression.

When Maka heard the speech, she frowned slightly and thought for a moment. She couldn't help but say tentatively, "is it related to Professor Dumbledore?"

Slinger nodded expressionless, but probably because everyone was still in the room, he didn't answer anything specifically.

With a little speculation in her mind, Maka nodded to the others. Lupin and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, and then greeted everyone to leave the ward temporarily.

Before long, the originally crowded ward was spacious again.

Seeing that they had all gone out, Scrimgeour suddenly took out his wand and carefully put a silencing spell around the room. He is worthy of being a wizard used to Auror, but his words and deeds are somewhat similar to Moody's.

"Mr. scrimger, are you here because Professor Dumbledore left a will?" Marca asked after the other party had arranged it.

When he asked, the other three friends in the room were surprised. Professor Dumbledore made a will? When did he make it? What did it have to do with them?

"You know?" slinger looked at him hesitantly. "How do you know? Albus Dumbledore didn't talk to anyone."

"Well, I guess," said Marca, "because it's almost time to calculate."

"What time?" scrimger frowned.

"What more time?" said Hermione suddenly. "Professor Dumbledore must have left us some things, but you detained them! If the thirty-one day deadline had not come, would you not be ready to send them?"

When scrimger heard this, he glanced at Hermione with the same face.

"According to Article 113 of the legitimate confiscation of materials act, the Ministry of magic has the right to inspect and confiscate the illegal items involved in the will," he said, but looked at Maka again. "Of course, if there are no illegal items, the Ministry of magic will naturally deliver them to the relevant successors within the time limit."