Chapter 825

Overnight, under the scorched earth, smoke and ruins of London, most black market residents hurried away from this land of right and wrong.

If you want to say, even if the number of elves and their ability are strong, they are unlikely to compete with so many wizards, let alone expel them almost unharmed.

But the fact is, when the danger comes unexpectedly, most people think:

"I just need to run faster than those fools behind me."

And that's what Maka uses. I think it's a subtle and strange psychology.

In fact, Maka asked the elves to bomb with magic spells, mostly vacant houses in residential areas, and then they basically focused on the open space at the end of the flow of people.

If anyone was injured, it was obvious... But when those wizards who fled the black market looked around for their relatives and friends, they found that they almost didn't lose their lives.

As a result, some rumors that sounded like models began to spread.

"Dick, you know what? The chaos was actually caused by the Ministry of magic. They are breaking up the forces in the black market. Maybe they are ready to seize the black market and transform it into a new place for wizards!"

"Xie te, don't lie there! Let me see, some black wizard forces must have united and planned to form a group to occupy the black market..."

"Look, what you say is true! Dick and Shea, let me tell you! I've got the latest news from my uncle who is the head of Auror's office -"

"Shut up, Demeter! Who else in the black market doesn't know your uncle is a seller..."

Of course, rumors are always strange, and no one will talk about them as true. As long as they can satisfy their leisure, their mission is completed.

As for how to deal with these wizards who escaped from the black market, this is what scrimger should worry about.

What Maka cares about is actually some people in the black market.

"Mr. McLean... Today... Thank you."

On the banks of the Thames, Maka walked along the beach with all the bad things about halbo in her mind. Behind him, ASA, who had just recovered, was supported by Milian and followed him step by step.

When Maka heard ASA say thank you, she just raised her hand and waved it without even looking back.

"Instead of thanking me, think about what to do next. Don't think I'll really take you in - I don't have that idea or interest."

When he said this, his expression seemed strange, but the two who followed couldn't find it.

"Oh! If you can help us once, we will be very grateful. How dare you..."

"ASA!"

Seeing that he had been thanking Marca, Miriam looked a little bored.

To tell the truth, although she also had some good feelings for Maka, in her heart, everything explained by "Grandpa Raven" is what she values most.

The task given to her by the "Grandpa Raven" is all about fighting against Maka.

"Not to mention that you violated the boss's mission instructions, now you thank the enemy again and again. You..." halfway through, Milian subconsciously looked up, and Maka's back shook gently in her vision.

"Thank you once... Is that enough?"

It seems that the conscience in her heart made her unable to say something too ungrateful after all.

However, Marca, who was walking in front, suddenly nodded after hearing millian's words.

"Miss Miriam is right. After all, I am still your enemy - as long as your boss keeps his word, this will not change for the time being."

"Of course, I personally don't agree with the your boss!" - Marca just thought about it in her heart and didn't say it.

After a brief pause, he suddenly turned around and shrugged at them.

"Well, it's too late. Before dawn..." Marca stared at Miriam, as if she had inadvertently looked more. "Well, in short, go back and have a good sleep!"

……

Night, still deep!

From the Bank of the river back to Hogwarts, nothing else, at least the air suddenly became much cleaner.

Maka thought that the light of the whole castle should be gone. But when he looked up, he found that the window of the headmaster's room was still brightly lit.

Hasn't Professor McGonagall slept yet... Oh, maybe Charlotte is there, too?

He felt a little ashamed when he wanted to go straight back to the office and lie down. Then he went all the way to the top floor of the main castle.

"Dudu."

If there is something urgent, Marca usually doesn't knock at the door. He could also enter and leave the principal's room at will, which was one of the few privileges he had since Dumbledore was still there.

But it's so late. I think it's better to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Listening to Professor McGonagall's voice inside the door, the door automatically opened and Maka walked in with her legs raised.

To his surprise, there were more people in the principal's office than he expected.

"Maka, how's it going? Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing he saw was Charlotte. She was probably right near the door just now, so she opened the door for him by herself.

"The situation... At least not bad."

Marca smiled and was about to walk in with her, only to find Snape here.

Recently, Snape went home to spend holidays with his sister TIA, and tomorrow is the new week. Calculate the time. Has Snape been waiting here since he came back from home?

"Well, good evening, Professor..."

Seeing Marca, Snape just pulled the corners of his mouth, hummed casually, passed him and walked out the door first.

All right! You don't even have to open the door again.

"Professor Snape waited here when he heard halbo's appearance. He is knowledgeable and knows that the despicable halbo is not an ordinary wizard. He is worried that you need treatment in case of injury."

Charlotte followed Marca and explained two sentences as she walked, but Marca's expression was a little subtle.

"That's what the professor said?"

When Marca asked, Charlotte couldn't help laughing. The unrestrained smile made Marca subconsciously think of some time in the past.

"No, I guessed..." she smiled. "Professor Snape can't say it in his mouth even if he thinks so, so I can only guess!"

They didn't take a few steps. When they were about to reach Professor McGonagall's desk, she suddenly came a little closer to Maka.

"This time, really thank you."

This is the second time Marca has been thanked tonight. To tell you the truth, who doesn't like to be thanked? But somehow, these two thanks made Maka feel very complicated.

Perhaps Charlotte felt the same way, so after thanking her, she immediately walked two steps ahead.

"Back?"

Professor McGonagall was obviously very happy about Maka's return, but Maka saw that her eyes were also full of accumulated fatigue.

This time, Hogwarts was also involved a little. Although it was not a long time and there were not many students involved, the name of "despicable Haier Bo" made it impossible for people who knew him to ignore it easily.

Look! Even the portraits of past presidents hanging on the wall, with gray and black eyes, glanced at Maka from time to time.

Unfortunately, these principals are after the four founders. Even if they have their own expertise, it is difficult to put forward opinions in this situation.

It can be seen that Professor McGonagall's pressure will certainly not be small.

"Well, I'm back."

Maka doesn't know what to say... Like about halbo or the two ancient wizard families, which actually have little to do with Hogwarts.

It has to be said that it has something to do with the old man, Eun Ravenclaw, but it can't be said casually.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's pointed hat with a few more strands of frost white, Maka couldn't help sighing.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall! I'll take care of it..."

Thinking that halbo's goal seemed to be himself, Maka came up with an idea that had been considered several times earlier - should he formally consider leaving Hogwarts?

Just thinking so, Maka quickly shook her head.

Not to mention other problems, just the monument of bewitchment and the mirror of swallowing are a big problem. Especially the latter, he sealed it last time when Haier Bo lost his body. It's really not a wise move to unseal it now.

"Sit down! I'll make you a pot of tea and warm up before you go to bed... Sleep more tomorrow morning! You don't care if you have one more class or one less class."

Professor McGonagall could not help sighing when he saw the thoughtful face on Marca's face - the child was too tired to live, even more tired than she was the headmaster.

As everyone knows, Marca is secretly lamenting her hard work!

"Oh, I don't think so." Maka cried and laughed. "The class still has to be taught. You can't give me up because I used to be absent!"

At the thought of class, he suddenly realized that Hermione and them would be in seventh grade by the next school year.

"But you can still drink some tea..." Maka took a seat on the next chair with a gentle tone. "Time flies. Even if I didn't drop out, it's not far from graduation."

"I'd better cook the tea! Professor, you've been busy all day, but I haven't done anything yet!"

As Charlotte lifted the teapot from the side and walked briskly to the fireplace, Professor McGonagall and Maka, the old and the young, immediately smiled at each other.

But just then, Charlotte looked down at the fire in the fireplace and gave a soft cry.