Chapter 608

Generally speaking, the first magic riot of wizards in their childhood often reflects it directly as a wizard's magic talent. During the magic riot, the higher the child's control over this strange and disordered force, the more unlimited the child's growth in the future.

Although in the final analysis, this is only one of the standards to measure the qualification of little wizards, and can not be used to represent a child's life, the reference value contained in it is still quite significant.

Like the child in front of Maka, it can be said to be quite amazing that he can rough control with his own will during the magic riot.

For example, it is said that Voldemort could freely control his own power in his childhood, control the floating movement of objects with his mind when his magic just woke up, and even communicate with animals. This magical talent far beyond the ordinary little wizard almost doomed his extraordinary life.

Of course, the process of magic riot experienced by Maka herself is another matter.

In general, the ability of the black haired boy has attracted Maka's attention. In addition, the child's father seems to be deliberately hiding some secrets, and his appearance is inevitable.

However, no matter how you look at it, it's not difficult to find - this man doesn't seem to cooperate at all?

"Sir, at first I just heard something, so I came to see what happened. Well, later, it seems that I can also say I came to see my future students and so on..." Marca said, "but to tell the truth, now I have to be curious about your identity."

"Hum, I --"

"Don't talk about those useless things. It's meaningless to cheat," Maka waved her hand and interrupted each other. "Auror of the Ministry of magic is very free recently. I think... As long as I say hello to them, they will come to chat with you soon!"

Facts have proved that the deterrence of Auror and the Ministry of magic is still quite large. Not to mention that when the novice demon tried his best to erode the control of the Ministry of magic, at least now, the angry man who had been dishonest from the beginning finally changed his face slightly.

"Boy, are you threatening me?"

Marcus didn't think much of the man's fierce eyes, but felt a little satisfied with the change of the other party's attitude - as long as he was willing to admit that he knew the magic world, whether directly or indirectly, it was a good start.

"Maybe!" Maka spread her hands. "I have to say that your inconsistent performance really aroused my curiosity. But anyway, it's just personal curiosity... I'm currently a professor in Hogwarts and have the obligation to investigate and confirm the family background of any student or future student at the right time."

"Hogwarts..." the man lightly repeated this word, as if he were savoring some of the past. After a moment, he glanced at Marca, "did Albus Dumbledore call you?"

When Maka heard the speech, she immediately raised her eyebrows.

Although it's not surprising that Dumbledore's name was mentioned by anyone because of his fame in the whole magic world, makadang was a little surprised to run out of this man now.

"No," he shook his head. "Professor Dumbledore is dead... You don't know about it yet?"

"Dead? That Dumbledore?" the man immediately widened his eyes, and his amazement surged unprecedentedly. "Can you say... It was... The Dark Lord? He... Finally succeeded?"

When Maka heard this, she immediately stared at the man with a puzzled expression and had a good look.

This guy knows nothing about the recent fall of the most famous Dark Lord, but he clearly knows a lot about the magic world. In this way, it can only be considered that he has stayed in the Muggle world for too long and was caused by news blocking.

"Voldemort is dead too," Marca shrugged. "It was a few months ago - don't you know?"

"Also... Dead?"

The man's expression and posture changed again and again in Maka's words. His surprise was unspeakable, but in the end it all turned into a subtle confusion.

"No, how is that possible? It's impossible... No..."

In Maka's increasingly serious eyes, he involuntarily took a few steps back, leaned powerlessly against the wall again, and then his legs softened and sat down directly in the corner of the wall. His son stood beside Maka, staring at his father in confusion, and looked up at Maka's side face from time to time. It was obvious that he didn't understand what the current situation was.

"It seems that the reason why you hide in the Muggle world without mentioning the past is also related to Voldemort?"

Maka's remark is more an assertion than a guess. But it was true - the pass was almost self-evident to make the man so surprised.

The man leaning against the wall was silent, his eyes looked dull, but his words were quite clear.

"Yes, you guessed right..." he murmured, as if answering Maka, but as if he were talking to himself, "fu... Dark Lord, yes... All this is thanks to him, my family and my life..."

The man said a few words to himself, and suddenly he stood up again with his body.

Just looking at his exhausted appearance, I don't know whether it was because he was hurt before or because the news of Voldemort's death had a great impact on his spirit. At the moment, he feels like a teenager.

"You say you're a professor of Hogwarts? Hum... When did Hogwarts's standard become so low..." he lowered his eyelids and waved his hand casually, "RNs, you stay in the room... As for you, hum, young professor, come with me..."

"Why should I stay here! What can't I listen to?"

"Shut up! Little rabbit..." the man shouted fiercely without looking back. "If you still want to go to the magic school, give it to your father. I'll stay honest! Without my consent, I don't think Hogwarts dares to take you by force?"

Maka smiled and shook her head, then reached out and patted the child on the shoulder.

"Wait!" he comforted. "If necessary, I'll tell you later. It's the same, isn't it?"

"Er... Um..."

The little guy nodded reluctantly and reluctantly agreed with Maka. This made Maka find that although the little boy was as stubborn as his father, he would still listen if he could talk to him well.

After patting him on the arm again, Maka opened her legs and followed the man who was going downstairs to the first floor. The other party's wife was shocked when she saw that there was another person at home.

"The child, the child's father, this is..."

Facing his wife's suspicious eyes, the man passed her directly, sat on the sofa and waved impatiently.

"Go and prepare some tea for your guests, right now - go!"

It can be seen that this man is used to giving orders to his family on weekdays, whether it's his son or his wife. His wife seemed to have adapted to her position at home. Even though she was still very surprised at Maka's appearance, she went to the kitchen with a low eyebrow at her husband's command.

"Sit down! Young professor..." the guy frowned, obviously still immersed in the previous shock, but he still didn't forget to sarcastically say to Maka, "aren't you a professor of Hogwarts? In that case, several protective spells can still be done? Next, I need a high degree of confidentiality -"

Maka sat down on the single sofa on the other side of the tea table. Before the other party said to play, she seemed to wave her hand casually. At that moment, several films that once looked like soap bubbles suddenly appeared and hidden around, directly enveloping a small space near them.

"You can say it," he gestured. "But please be brief. I have a friend waiting for me to go back!"

Although Marca didn't sense any magic fluctuations in each other's body, he didn't lack knowledge in terms of his performance. When Maka showed her hand, she found that the guy's eyes were a little more surprised.

"Hum... It seems that the standard of Hogwarts is not lower, but higher than in the past?" he tilted his lips, but looked much more cautious than before, "Well, I know what you want to ask... Yes, it is because the Dark Lord persecuted my grandfather that my father had to escape the magic world with me, who is still young, and live in this damn Muggle world!"

"Is Death Eater trying to kill you?" Marca wondered. "For what?"

"Hum, do those crazy guys need any reason to kill?" the man sneered. "Of course, maybe there are some unknown incentives? But at least I don't know... How old I was at that time? Do you think my father will tell me?"

"Oh, all right!" Marca nodded. "So, just because you're still hiding your name in order to avoid death eaters in your generation? Don't you even have the idea of getting to know the current situation of the magic world?"

"Is this a shame?" when Maka said this, the other party said righteously, "do you want me to risk exposure and go to the magic world to inquire about news from time to time? Hmm? With my damn squib? Hmm?"

When Maka heard the speech, she had to blink with a subtle smile - this bastard has a good point!