Chapter 645

"... look! Those happy Irish boys dropped a big bag of popcorn on our side, cracked the window glass of Churchill Square Shopping Center, and put down more than 200 poor civilians. To be honest, it was a tragic tragedy!"

"However, history often tells us that miracles are always born in disasters! Yes, according to the latest survey, a little boy lying in his mother's arms survived unharmed in the center of the explosion! It's really..."

At noon one day, in a cafe near an ordinary residential area in London, Maka was sitting near the French window and reading a newspaper.

Of course, judging from the bullshit of the report, it is obviously not a serious newspaper at all.

After reading this article about the previous car bomb, he turned it over a few times while secretly lamenting its fried cold rice, and focused on the third edition behind.

"Hey, today's is quite big..."

Casually, Maka folded the newspaper again and threw it aside without paying attention. At the top of the front page, the name of the newspaper is eye-catching - it is the British sun, which is notorious all over the world.

Here, let's not mention the Muggle newspaper. In fact, inadvertently, time often passes at a speed we can't predict. In the twinkling of an eye, most of Hogwarts's holiday has passed.

During this period, what should happen naturally will still happen, such as the docking of many actions between the British Ministry of magic and Hogwarts, and Maka's various magic studies.

As for now, it's time for Maka to work again.

Alexander Wolff, the boy who had lost his mother, lived in the neighborhood opposite the cafe.

About the middle of last month, Hogwarts's admission notice had been sent to his home by the owl; Today, it's time for Maka to visit the family in person and really understand the child and his father's specific wishes.

By the French window, Maka drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, leaving a tip. She left the cafe and went straight to a small house across the street.

It can be seen from the outside that the house has experienced many years, and it has hardly been renovated and repaired. It looks very dilapidated. The lawn in front of my house seems to have been trimmed, but in recent days, it has been left unattended, and the grass grows quite wantonly.

Maka first went to the mailbox on the side of the road, reached over the lid and glanced. There were already a lot of letters in it. Of course, several envelopes from Hogwarts were mixed with other advertisements, sales promotion and missionary materials. They looked quite messy.

But it doesn't matter much, because the barn owls in Hogwarts are hard-working.

Even if it is not delivered to the children twice at a time, they will continue to take out the prepared letters and try their best to deliver them in place. Whether it's a crack in the door or a window, even in the chimney is a good choice - of course, it has to work when the fireplace is not lit.

Maka just looked at the mailbox, went to the door of the small house and knocked politely.

The door was not opened immediately until he knocked with a little more strength for the third time. With a sound of footsteps inside, a still immature voice came out from the other side of the door.

"Who's there?"

"My name is Marca McLean," Marca first introduced herself, and then directly stated her intention. "You should have received an admission notice sent by an owl? I'm here to ask you if you are willing to go to our school to learn how to use magic correctly..."

This is not his first visit to the family of the future little wizard. He knows that he should make it clear when he meets for the first time, and then use the facts to remove their hesitation.

When facing a child, we should pay more attention to some key points to attract their attention - such as the mysterious and wonderful word "magic".

"Magic?"

Sure enough, as soon as the child heard the word, he hurriedly "clicked" to open the door. Such an unprepared little guy inevitably gave Maka the illusion that she was abducting children.

"You're an old man at the Magic School -"

As soon as the door opened, the boy standing at the door was stunned at Maka. Obviously, Maka's extraordinarily young appearance made him suddenly deny the identity of the expected "teacher".

"McLean... Sir, are you a senior?" Alexander, a boy with short flaxen hair, paused and wondered, "is that really a magic school?"

"Yes, magic school."

Maka nodded, then reached out and shook slightly. A flame burst under his control and turned into a bunch of flowers. He smiled, handed the bouquet to Alexander in front of him and subconsciously looked into the room behind him.

In fact, he felt a little puzzled, because according to the survey, the child lived with his parents. Although he lost his mother not long ago, he didn't lose his father - was his father out?

It's not a good idea to leave your children at home alone. But now that the child has no mother, the livelihood burden of the family falls entirely on his father. I'm afraid it's helpless for a while.

"It's really magic..." Alexander looked around at the bouquet in his hand and was almost speechless with surprise. After turning it around for a while, he suddenly raised his head, "Sir, I need magic! I want my mother to live! Since it's magic, can it be done?"

For this problem, of course, Maka has long expected that it will come sooner or later. But he didn't expect it to come so soon.

This little boy named Alexander is very straightforward and has a strong heart of "facing the reality" that ordinary children don't have. After losing his mother, he didn't fall into the fear of death and the sadness and helplessness of leaving his relatives. Instead, he naturally thought of saving his mother.

Looking at his hopeful eyes, Maka couldn't help finding that a simple word "no" could be so hard to say.

"Unfortunately, it's impossible to revive the dead," he sighed softly. "Alexander, you have to understand that even magic is not omnipotent."

"No? Why?" Alexander said loudly, even though he clenched his fist, "then I won't learn magic. It's of no use to me -"

Facing a 10-year-old child, it is difficult for Marca to explain the meaning of death with Dumbledore's remarks - how can he explain it to a child if he doesn't understand the true meaning of death himself?

So he had to try to dredge each other with his own point of view.

"Alexander," said Marca, "death may be painful and uncomfortable, but that's not necessarily the end of life, okay? The last principal of our school died some time ago, but in his guidance, I went to another world and saw him."

"Another world?" Alexander's eyes brightened when he heard Maka say, "so... Did mom go there too? I... I can still see her, can't I?"

Marca couldn't answer this question. After all, Dumbledore was able to go there by virtue of his own strong ability. As for Alexander's mother, I'm afraid I can't find it there.

"I don't know," Marca finally shook her head, "because my ability is not strong enough... But I know that although magic can't revive the dead, it can protect the living. Alexander, do you have anyone you want to protect?"

Alexander blinked and suddenly bowed his head firmly.

"I want to protect Dad!"

Makaton smiled as she.

"Really?" he said softly, "it's very good. I believe you can protect your father... Where is your father now? Is he out?"

"Oh, no..." the boy hesitated and looked back at the small stairs in the room. "Dad is upstairs, in his room... He hasn't come out for many days."

"Hmm?" Maka was stunned when she heard the speech and had some speculation in her heart. "Is he all right? Have you seen it?"

The death of his wife must have dealt a great blow to the child's father. Perhaps his father was not as determined as he was, and silently fell into despair in the face of his lover's life and death.

"Yes... In fact, he also cooked for me in the first few days, but now..." Alexander's childish face slowly climbed up a little gloom. "I can only make something terrible. He eats very little and hardly speaks."

"Do you do it yourself?" Marca looked at him. "It's great, Alexander... Take me to see your father! I might be able to do something for him -"

"Use magic?" Alexander nodded quickly. "Please cheer up Dad! He has lost so much weight that he can't go on like this -"

With that, he immediately turned back and asked Maka to go home.

This is undoubtedly an exceptionally strong boy. Maka thinks that this child may bring more changes to Hogwarts. But it's not a good habit to be too unprepared for strangers.

As she thought, Maka opened her steps and followed up. She also took the door with her.