Chapter 754

If we take the bald old man as the judgment benchmark, the danger level of that group of people is really not low for the members of the order of the Phoenix.

Of course, it's not good to say anything just based on the information Mundungus has collected so far.

"Keep an eye on the general movements of those people first, but don't try to get too close - that's the same sentence. Give priority to ensuring your own safety."

Speaking of this, Maka poured all the butter and beer left in the cup into her stomach, and then put the cup on the bar behind her.

"Oh, I almost forgot! If you were safe or not, you wouldn't take the initiative to get over it?"

Maka smiled at Mundungus, then took out a gold gallon and put it next to the cup. It seemed that she was ready to go.

"Busy again?"

In the bar, aberforth, who was collecting the cup, asked on his own initiative, and Maka shook his head.

"I don't think... I've really been idle..."

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Mundungus raised his head and wondered, "are you... Are you going to investigate yourself tonight?"

"The investigation is definitely necessary. After all, there are some small issues I'm paying attention to," makaton said. "But before that, I have to meet someone."

Remembering that the bald head had repeatedly mentioned "the heir of sin" and "the dagger of pain", Maka wanted to dig something out of each other's brain.

Unfortunately, he didn't get more practical and useful information except the astrological prediction.

However, since the other party mentioned the dagger, it means that the matter will be more or less related to what he is studying. Or maybe he can get some information that can be written into the new edition of the book of sin.

Maka would not want to let go of the slightest possibility. Because as long as he still wants to find out the real purpose of royna Ravenclaw, he must try to make himself have the same or even more actual information as the other party.

Otherwise, he would be trapped in the control of roina forever - even if the "great" witch seems to have died for nearly a thousand years.

"I have to go. See you later!"

After greeting the two, Maka adjusted her collar and walked out of the pig head bar.

Now it's night.

It is always chilly at night in Hogsmeade village, and thick snow accumulates outside the road. He stepped on the snow and crunched to a place where no one was. After two steps, with the expansion and contraction of space, he brought up a snowflake and disappeared.

……

Classes are still scheduled tomorrow morning, so Maka had better finish the trip in the evening. Fortunately, this time he really just wanted to find someone to understand the situation again. In theory, he must be in time to go back and have a good sleep.

"Bang!"

Now it is no longer the tense period when Voldemort is still active. Most of the flying road network lines connected to the magic department hall have been restored.

Of course, Maka herself knows that when he uses the fireplace to move, there will always be some inevitable noise.

"Yes, yes, don't stare at me. Isn't the fire a little bigger?"

With Maka's popularity in the magic world today, even the excessive reaction of the magic flame of floorpan will only surprise the Wizards.

But really, it's quite surprising that there are still a lot of people in the magic department at the point where most of the staff have come home from work.

It's obviously much better than the daytime scene.

When passing the security check-in desk in front, the person on duty behind the counter looked back and forth at Maka. But it is conceivable that as long as Maka has no intention of stopping at all, they are afraid to die in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, it's your job, and I'll try my best to cooperate," Marca went up to a security inspector and smiled at her. "But before that - don't you know Mr. scrimger? Is he off duty?"

"Er..." behind the counter, the uniformed female security inspector hesitated, "no, I don't think so. On normal working days, Mr. Minister usually works in -"

Just then, she looked up at the huge wall clock in the square, and then said, "yes, she won't get off work until more than two hours."

Maka shrugged when she heard the speech.

"Oh, that's very conscientious -" he continued. "Send a message to the assistant secretary's office! Just say that Marca McLean of Hogwarts needs to see Mr. scrimger..."

In the middle of the conversation, Maka suddenly seemed to remember something, and specially added: "ah, I won't give you my wand for inspection. I don't think it's meaningful."

"Wand... This... Is it..."

The female security inspector felt the hat on her head rather uneasily, and looked back at another colleague with a slightly different uniform.

It seems that the person's position seems to be so higher than her... If not, the colleague's qualifications must be much deeper than her.

Seeing that she nodded in the opposite direction, she turned around and looked at Maka again.

"I see, Mr. McLean." she nodded first, and then followed, "and... Excuse me, do you have... I mean, have you made an appointment?"

"No -- no, no, no!"

The female security inspector was asking intermittently that Marca had not shown any impatience, but the middle-aged employee behind her seemed to be unbearable.

He took two steps forward and squeezed next to the female security inspector, with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. McLean, you certainly don't need an appointment," he said loudly. "Just go in. The top floor on the right is the minister's office - I think Mr. scrimger will be happy to talk to you!"

"Oh, thank you!" Marca smiled, "but I have to say that the security inspector did a good job. In fact, I'm not too worried today. Just follow the process -"

"Let's inform the Assistant Minister first! Do you need to make an additional appointment? That's his job!"

As Marka said, he was not in a hurry today. If he needed an emergency meeting, he wouldn't go to scringer in the usual way as now.

The Ministry of magic is undoubtedly very important to the magic world of a country, which was clearly highlighted by Voldemort at that time.

Considering that the despicable halbo doesn't know when he will suddenly resurrect, he also intends to check the situation here, which can be regarded as preparing for the future.

If necessary, he can even help skrinjedo increase some security, so as to consolidate the relative stability of the British Ministry of magic in the future.

Judging from the performance of the current Minister of magic, Maka doesn't mind contributing to this place.

After a short wait, the assistant minister ran down the stairs and picked up Maka in full view of the public.

Shortly after he left, the middle-aged security inspector muttered with wonder on his face.

"... don't you need an appointment at all?"

As for the female security inspector who had just received Maka, she still stretched her neck and looked at the direction of the elevator until Maka's back could not be seen, so she took back her eyes brightly.

"Anna, McLean praised me just now! He praised me for doing well!"

"Hey, people only say it's' good '," behind another counter, the same female colleague immediately glanced at her, "besides, as for being so excited? Just like you, are you still counting on something?"

"Eh? No..." she whispered awkwardly. "He's five years younger than me... Five years... Wait, it doesn't seem too bad!"

The female security inspector muttered and looked up at the square. Among the rows of "portraits of outstanding contributors of the Ministry of magic" on the wall of the fountain square, there was a shining image of Maka.

……

When many people move their eyes to the portrait of holding cards with Maka's arrival, Maka himself has followed scrimger's third assistant to the upward elevator.

Of course, he also saw the portrait with his upper body, in which he raised his eyebrows at him as a greeting.

However, this doesn't mean much to him, because if he has a bad relationship with the minister in the future, maybe his portrait will be secretly removed!

The vested interests are the most effective interests, and the rest can become more long-term only through careful maintenance. Unfortunately, accidents are often unexpected and merciless.

"Mr. McLean, this way, please -"

Along the way, Maka could feel that the assistant minister in front of him was somewhat indifferent to him, which was probably due to the jealousy of the same "young people".

As skringer's assistant, he knows that he should keep enough respect for Maka, but he is not much older than Maka, and he is also an "excellent talent".

To be honest, if they were not excellent, they would not win the most popular new position of "Assistant Minister of magic" among so many competitors.

"Just like this one." Maka couldn't help chuckling to herself.

If this "talent" can climb up again and again in the future, accumulate his qualifications in various positions, and finally seize the position of minister of magic by strength and luck, Maka's relationship with him is usually not much better.

Even on the surface, it is extremely difficult to have in-depth communication.

"I said hello to Mr. scrimger just now. He is waiting for you inside now. I have something else to do, so I won't continue to accompany him."

After taking Maka to the door of the minister's office, the third assistant left without looking back.