Chapter 683

As far as Rita Skeeter's news itself is concerned, it is of great value to Hogwarts. If you can know the crooked thoughts of some unofficial groups in advance, you can try to stop or change them in advance, which is much better than solving them after the situation is exposed.

For the same reason, Maka decided to take the initiative after a little thinking. Instead of waiting for the wizards who had gathered in Iran to come to his door, he might as well have acted according to his circumstances.

If Skeeter's information is not completely accurate and the other party doesn't mean to make a big fuss, he's just taking some trouble to make a trip in vain. But if the other side really wants to stir up the game, he will never allow it.

At nightfall, the headmaster's room of Hogwarts castle.

"Professor McGonagall, there seems to be some movement in the Iranian magic world. I'll go and have a look in a moment. There's nothing important at the school for the time being. You'd better have a rest... Isn't Charlotte there? If you need to run errands, just ask her to go!"

Marca's words made Charlotte, sitting not far away, pick her eyebrows.

"Hey! Little Maka, you've been brave lately -" she smiled as she got up and walked this way. "I'll naturally do Professor McGonagall's business as my own. Do you need to say it?"

"Oh, I'm not trying to please Professor McGonagall!" Maka immediately turned back and smiled, "sister... Come on, don't be angry..."

However, Charlotte did not buy his account at all.

"Eh? Where do you see I'm angry? No -"

Before the words fell, she just broke Maka's shoulder and turned his body back, followed by a crisp sound of "pa", or a familiar taste.

After spending a long time with McGonagall in the principal's office, Charlotte had long lost her prudence. Because she found that Professor McGonagall actually liked to see the vitality of young people, which made her more and more unscrupulous.

Of course, except for Maka, she doesn't have the courage to play like that with other professors.

"All right," Professor McGonagall, sitting behind his desk, looked at the two children in front of him and couldn't help smiling. "Maka, what happened in the magic world of Iran?"

"Oh, that's right..."

When it came to business, Maka put aside her playful mind and seriously told Professor McGonagall about his deal with Rita Skeeter. Finally, he talked about his plan to investigate in Iran.

MEG obviously frowned after listening to Maka.

"If Ms. Skeeter's information is correct, there must be a lot of wizards gathering there now -" she murmured, "Maka, I think this matter should be handed over to the International Federation of wizards. Even if you take a step back, you should first discuss with the Ministry of Magic - this event is also very important for the whole British magic world, and scrimger will certainly take action."

But Maka immediately shook her head. He didn't fully agree with Professor McGonagall.

"In fact, I know that," said Maka. "However, whether it is to inform the wizard federation or to communicate with scrimger, it must be verified. If we negotiate with both sides when the actual situation is still in a dilemma, in case Skeeter's information is wrong... It's not so simple for me to go alone!"

What Maka wants to say is actually very clear - if you let scrimger and even the International Federation of wizards do their work in vain, it won't leave a bad impression on the two sides, but a favor is undecided.

Nowadays, Hogwarts is also a big force, at least it has a great reputation. The human relationship based on one force is not so good!

Of course, Marca's consideration is more favorable to Hogwarts, but McGonagall's choice should be more secure. Compared with the two, it can't be said which idea is better. It can only be said that each has its own emphasis.

"Maka..."

After listening to Maka's analysis, Professor McGonagall's eyebrows stretched slightly, which seemed to be gratified that the child was bent on considering the school. However, no matter how powerful Maka was, she was still the student she had taught. It was natural to think of the child.

"I still think you'd better not... Albus once said that even he would make mistakes. When doing things, you should be as cautious as possible..."

"Yes! You are only one person if you have the ability. Don't always think of solving problems by yourself." Charlotte put her hand on Marca's shoulder and advised her.

But Maka waved her hand and showed a relaxed smile on her face.

"This is not to deal with Voldemort and greenward. Who says I have to go alone?" he said with a smile. "Don't worry! Don't some old guys in the order of the Phoenix have nothing to do all day? Lupin was too busy to take care of the Malfoy family's private affairs last time... I'll call them all in Iran this time!"

"Well, that's ok..." Professor McGonagall said, but paused again. "But there are only a few people there now... Don't you say that the Indian delegation is in Iran? The number is still too small."

"Professor, don't forget that we still have a lot of fresh troops!" Maka pointed to the floor. "There are so many elves, enough to fight! Not to mention this time just to find out the real news. If you're lucky, you won't even start..."

"Hmm..." Professor McGonagall nodded after a little meditation. "Well, since you mentioned those elves... I have to remind you that they are not wizards after all, and it is not easy to integrate them... You still have to be careful."

"Of course," replied Marca, "I'll pay more attention."

He said so, but he thought in his heart that he really should find something for them to do. Now those little guys wander around the forbidden forest all day and occupy the space left by the horse people. They don't even go back to the castle recently. Only occasionally, a few elves became interested and came to the school to help clean up.

Although this kind of action of interest is the normal life state of the elves, it is not a thing to go on like this. Maka tricked these little guys to Hogwarts, not just to let them settle here

Now that it makes sense, Professor McGonagall, Marca won't delay any more. Of course, Britain and Iran also have time difference. It should be nearly early in the morning.

After saying good night to Professor McGonagall and Charlotte, he immediately set off for the old black house and called Sirius and lupin.

When demaka walked out of the school gate, his figure disappeared under the night as the space twisted.

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"Click -"

The doorknob of black's old house turned slightly, and then there were long lost guests.

Because there is really nothing to do now, and there are children living here. So in the evening, those who should go out to find a place to have a drink naturally go out early, and those who should go back to their room early to sleep will not stay downstairs.

As soon as Marca stepped into the entrance hall, she found that the room was dark, and even the lights had been blown out long ago.

"Speaking of it, is it almost time for isira to go to school? Next year or the next year?" he thought to himself as he walked in, "well, ask Helen later..."

However, even if everyone is basically upstairs at present, the people living here are either wolves or dogs, or house elves. Their ears can be Turing! From the moment Maka didn't deliberately suppress the sound, it was destined that someone would appear soon.

Sure enough, the first one to appear in the lobby was clencher, the domestic elf who lived under the kitchen boiler. He has been in this old house since he was born. He rarely runs outside and knows everything here like the back of his hand.

With a slight explosion of "crackle", his small bent figure immediately appeared in front of Maka, and then bowed deeply.

"Dear Mr. McLean, old Kerry is eager to greet you..."

"Well," Marka nodded at him, "where's Sirius? Did he go to the Leaky Cauldron tonight?"

"Oh... Yes, of course he went..." clencher still bowed and continued to whisper after answering Marca, "the hostess's unfilial son, of course he doesn't want to stay here... But he should also clearly realize that the hostess doesn't want to see him wandering here..."

Seeing that the Black family's house elf was still the same, Maka couldn't help laughing helplessly.

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs at the end of the hall. Before long, a quiet girl in a nightgown came down from the second floor with an oil lamp.

"Lena," Maka looked up, "did you wake you up? Sorry... But lupin should be there? Help me get him -"

In the middle of the conversation, he paused, but shook his head: "forget it, I'd better go by myself... Kretcher, you go to the Leaky Cauldron bar for me to call Sirius back, and say I found something for him to do!"

"Yes, dear Mr. McLean, old kretcher is going -"

The house elf was always extremely obedient, even if he didn't want to see Sirius, the only owner in name, but he disappeared in place without saying a word.

Maka, led by Lena, walked down the stairs to the second floor.

"Benedictine Benedictine."

Since the reorganization of the order of the Phoenix, Lupin has lived in the old black house. He and Sirius had nowhere else to go. Now it's good for them to be partners with each other.

But when Maka suddenly heard a suspicious little commotion in the room with his knock on the door, he suddenly felt that lupin might move out soon.