Chapter 609

When Voldemort... That is, Tom Riddle first started, there were many wizards who had been persecuted in a series of ways. Maka's meeting with the offspring of a victim in this situation is accidental, but it's not surprising.

Anyway, the British magic world is just that big, isn't it?

After that, Maka and the other party talked about some past events about his family. Even if the "chat" process was certainly not very pleasant, he at least knew something.

Of course, it's not important to mention the past events that are not different from other victims' families. For Maka, his purpose of appearing in front of each other this time is finally achieved.

Not surprisingly, the black haired boy named "RNs" will officially receive the admission notice in the next academic year, enter Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, and return to the magic world with the surname "taweng".

"... but I really don't remember the surname of 'taweng'," Marca, who returned to Fisher's house next door, said to Charlotte, "it's not a pure blood family, that's for sure, otherwise their family wouldn't have recruited Death Eaters... But there may not be much fame among mixed blood wizards."

At this time, they were sitting at the kitchen table of Fisher's house, talking casually about the past events of taweng's house. As for Sarah and Delphi, they are still in the living room!

"I haven't heard of it," said Charlotte, nodding with emotion. "There were indeed many ordinary wizard families involved in the disaster at that time. In addition to the records of the Ministry of magic, who will remember them now?"

As Charlotte said, no matter how big things have happened, metropolis will gradually be forgotten with the passage of time, and only a small part of it will settle down because of some opportunities.

In those years, there were more than ten or eight victims like the taweng family? But what can be remembered in the end is the character who turned the tide at the last moment like Harry Potter.

"Well... Let's not talk about this first," Marca leaned on the sofa and recalled, "sister, do you remember what I said when I invited you out for a walk?"

"About my family...?" Charlotte looked all over. "You say it!"

"Don't be so serious," Marca waved her hand. "It doesn't have much to do with you, sister. Maybe it doesn't have much to do with me and Hogwarts... I'm just thinking that there have been many days since I last visited your manor. Do you remember one thing?"

"What's up?" Charlotte looked a little confused.

"Of course, it's about how I got you out!" Marca smiled at her. "Remember? At that time, I almost replaced you at the cost of the news of the Sorcerer's stone."

"Ah!" Charlotte suddenly said, "now Voldemort has been defeated by you, so... The family will think that the magic stone has already come to you..."

"Yes!" Maka chuckled. "However, most of your family now think I want to swallow it alone... As long as my identity of 'descendants of the deHer family' is not seen through one day, they will never think of it. In fact, the magic stone has long ceased to exist!"

"Then... Aren't you in trouble?" Charlotte couldn't help worrying.

But Maka just spread her hands towards her.

"Judging from the information I've received, they still have concerns about me for the time being." he said, "whether it's the surname 'deHer' I left in front of them or my own strength, they won't dare to act rashly. Therefore, if there is any trouble, I'm afraid it will fall on you first... Can you understand what I'm talking about?"

"You mean..." Charlotte gently pursed her lips and felt her throat dry. "The family will try to contact me and force me to do something bad for you?"

"Well, if not, it must be the same in nature." Maka said with a solemn expression, "moreover, the most difficult thing to be caught in the middle at that time may be your father."

"Dad..."

By Maka's reminding, Charlotte was naturally not a fool, and soon she understood the key. She was frightened at the thought that her father might find himself under the pressure of the family and force himself to deal with Maka in turn.

If she doesn't obey, will her father be in danger? At the thought of the way her family had always acted, she couldn't help but be frightened.

Even if the family hasn't contacted her, even if Maka analyzed these possibilities for her at the first time, she still doesn't know what she should do and what she will do in the end

"It's very difficult?" while Charlotte's face was tangled, Maka suddenly smiled again. "Hey, in fact, don't be too difficult. It doesn't matter what your family wants you to do. Just do it according to their requirements."

"No, how can this --" Charlotte's voice became louder, but her expression became more and more struggling.

"Why not?" Marca looked at her. "Can't you trust me? Well, maybe it makes it easier for you to accept it - I let you do what you should do just because I don't want your family to notice that I already know their plans, okay?"

"Really?" Charlotte hesitated.

Marca did not continue to answer her questions, because he knew that Charlotte was still struggling. If he tried to explain it over and over again too deliberately, he would let the student sister think more by herself.

"Sister, talk to me about the magic book abataier!" he thought, "this time, we may have to face the ancient magic book handed down by your Witt family from generation to generation."

"Will it really come to that?" Charlotte's expression obviously became more nervous when she mentioned the magic book. "That book is... No, if it's because of Nicole LeMay's magic stone, it's really possible..."

She said, nodded slightly, looked at Maka and said, "to tell you the truth, I don't know much about the magic book. Do you remember the secret room I mentioned after you took me out of the black market that day..."

After that, Charlotte told her all the information she knew. While Maka listened carefully and recorded it in her heart.

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For Maka, the Witt family is important, but it is not a very urgent matter. He asked Charlotte for some information. At best, he could only prepare for a rainy day.

Compared with this, some things seem insignificant, but once they happen as an emergency, they can easily become urgent.

For example, when Marca and Charlotte returned to Hogwarts in the evening, they saw an amazing scene.

"What's all that? What happened?"

Maka looked at the beating willow in the distance. From here, it was white. The big tree, which had already sprouted tender green leaves in spring and gradually became vibrant, has now almost become an extraordinarily huge marshmallow!

Charlotte looked at the side with the same surprise, and the color of doubt showed no doubt.

"Go and have a look..."

Maka saw that Hagrid's tall figure was wandering over there - right next to the trunk of the beating willow, and beside him, there seemed to be a man standing, looking like Professor sprot.

As Marca and Charlotte walked forward quickly until they were close, they gradually understood what had changed in beating willow.

At this time, on the falling dense branches, pure white objects like dragon eggs are closely arranged. They are close to each other and firmly cling to each branch. What they saw before was the spectacular scene of beating willows completely covered by these big eggs.

As for the beating Liu, who was occupied by so many eggs, he had no temper at all except trembling slightly. If it had been put in the past, it would have been whipped with branches all over. What's the matter today?

"Hagrid, Professor spraot..." Maka tilted her head and looked at the miserable beating willow, wondering, "what are these things? How do they look so like..."

Even a guy like Maka who has read a lot of ancient and modern books has never seen such a scene in front of him. Although he was somewhat skeptical and guessing, it was faster to ask first than to speculate.

However, not far in front of Maka, Hagrid was staring at the eggs in the trees in a daze. He seems only to be surprised. He hasn't even noticed Maka's arrival!

On the other hand, Professor spraot turned back immediately after hearing the sound.

"Marca, you're here..." she first nodded to Marca and said hello. Then she looked at the beating willow painfully again. "In fact, I don't know, but lubber said these are all the cocoons of frober caterpillars... But where can frober caterpillars cocoon?"

"Frober caterpillar? Cocooning?"

After listening to sprot's explanation, Maka scratched her scalp inexplicably.

Hagrid had found that his flock of frober caterpillars had behaved strangely several times, and he guessed whether they had mutated! But even if it's really mutated, it's impossible to cocoon suddenly?

This is no variation. It's like a completely different species. Even Maka can't understand it.