Chapter 841

Sirius and lupin appeared in the Daily Prophet.

But of course, neither of them will be the protagonist in that magic photo or in the following large text.

The theme of this headline report is actually an article about the upcoming establishment of a new wizard residence in the British magic world.

The most striking thing in that photo is naturally the current Minister of magic, scrimgeor. As for Sirius and lupin, they became human figures together with several other Aurors.

But anyway, it is an indisputable fact that there are more members of the order of the Phoenix stationed in the Ministry of magic.

Maka didn't say anything about it. He just glanced at the newspaper and continued to chew his breakfast.

"... well, this bean is good."

After speaking vaguely, he scooped another spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. He ate very comfortably.

In all his years at Hogwarts, breakfast time was his most satisfactory. Not only the food is good, but also the people and environment in the auditorium are the most in line with his mind - everyone is lazy and sleepless, yawning and eating. What he wants in the morning of the day is such leisure and carelessness.

Speaking of it, there seem to be a lot of owls on the morning shift today. Usually at this time, those little guys have basically dissipated, but now it seems that there are owls rushing in.

Look! Just after that, Maka saw another gray white spreading its wings... Eh? Looking at that, how do you think the object of this letter is himself?

With the sound of a flutter of wings, the owl landed lightly in front of Marca on the teaching staff seat. He stood on the edge of the table, stretched out his calf and exposed the small letter box tied to it.

But Maka didn't get the letter at the first time. Instead, she stared at the big bird and had a good look.

The owl was probably staring at by Maka, and his heart was a little hairy. Even his feathers stood up, and then he shook his body.

A few tiny feathers immediately floated into the half bowl of thick soup at Maka's hand, but he didn't care much.

"Interesting."

He reached out and gently picked up the feather in the soup bowl. He twisted his two fingers a little, and then threw it aside.

So he took out a small roll of paper from the owl's leg, and saw that the little guy immediately flapped his wings and flew back and forth, and hurriedly left.

With the note in her hand, Maka looked at the other party and hurried away until she couldn't see it. She bowed her head and slowly unfolded the note.

"See you at the old place at noon."

It's just such a simple sentence... No, it can even be called "a phrase". However, this did not surprise Maka at all.

In fact, from the moment he began to observe the owl, he basically knew who wrote the news.

Soon, his hand shaking the note turned it into ashes quietly.

"It seems that I have to go to Azkaban again..."

While whispering to himself, his expression was not as impatient as the idea showed - seriously, he still had a lot of expectations for seeing old Eun again.

……

"... that's all for this class!"

At the end of the third class in the morning, Maka on the podium announced the end of the lecture time while waving the handwriting on the blackboard.

After that, he came back and seriously added:

"In fact, everyone's performance has been very good so far! As far as your current level is concerned, it's no problem to directly take the final exam of this academic year... So in the next course, I will further deepen the content on the basis of what I have learned so far, and hope that students willing to listen can use these new knowledge in the future."

Speaking of it, most of the new students in this classroom now decide to take elective courses for Marca's performance at the beginning of each school year. Now when Maka said this, many people raised their hands to applaud and cheer.

Unfortunately, Maka didn't give them this chance.

"Well, class is over!" he waved his hand. "Don't be stunned! This is not the last class in the morning - run to the next class quickly! The bell has been ringing for three minutes!"

After saying this, Maka picked up the textbook that she had hardly turned over on the podium and walked out of the ancient magic language classroom first.

Today it began to snow again. The same white snowflakes were floating in the white sky. Finally, a layer of soft snow was accumulated on the ground.

Without returning to the office, Maka just stuffed her textbook around her waist and went downstairs to the outside of the castle.

He tasted the touch of the soles of his shoes falling into the snow, looked up at the sky filled with falling snow particles, and the mountains in the distance became blurred.

The snow seemed to remind him that the day was getting closer and closer to Christmas.

Maka took back her eyes and stepped on the snow on the lawn across the campus vestibule, leaving a series of tortuous footprints. Until he walked out of the school, just in the blink of an eye, the sky above his head was changed into another boundless gloom.

The island still feels the same, and there is a sense of depression everywhere. Once the thunderstorm comes, the depression will immediately turn into despair.

If you can choose, even if there are no Dementors, I believe none of the prisoners who are locked here want to live here.

Maka shook her head and went round a dead tree to the Blackstone fortress.

At this time, he found that the two Aurors on duty at the gate of the fortress were still standing there - he came earlier. Hasn't the old man arrived yet?

Maka, who didn't intend to spend more time, just hid her body shape, and soon broke the early warning spell over the fortress, stepping on the magic book and silently entering the Blackstone fortress.

When he was strengthening the defense ability here, he helped with the defensive spell. Now he came here, it was like going out for a walk.

However, when he found that there were two familiar figures in the entrance of the fortress prison, he knew that even if they didn't come for a walk, they didn't have much effort to enter here.

"Oh, Mr. McLean..." a young man suddenly broke the silence here. "I haven't come in last time. I didn't expect that the defense measures here are not simple? Did you help the guys in the Ministry of magic?"

It was the young wizard who followed old Eun last time. His tone was still so frivolous, but he didn't use too loud.

After all, if Auror heard it, it would be him who would waste time erasing his memory.

Oh, yes! Marca remembers that his name seems to be "seaman"?

But seaman didn't expect that the old man in the wheelchair beside him waved his hand with difficulty.

"You're not young. Don't always be so out of tune," old Eun said slowly. "Do you think you can judge others by your ability?"

But it can be seen that old Eun has always been very tolerant to children who are not old enough for him. But seaman glanced carelessly and glanced at Maka intentionally or unintentionally.

"Boss, you gave me this ability! Don't worry, I have great confidence in the boss - in fact, when I do the task, haven't I proved it?"

Seaman has been a little skinny since he was a child, and he doesn't like to admit defeat. After surviving from Thunderbird's blood transformation in a desperate situation, his ability is indeed growing rapidly.

If you really want to fight, even ASA with giant ability is not his opponent at all.

When old Eun saw that he didn't listen to the child, he stopped talking. Although seaman is always so casual and unruly, he is already a sensible man in his bones.

At least in treating him, the child has always had enough respect, which is enough.

"McLean," the old man suddenly looked at Marca again and slowly said, "I don't know if you calculated by yourself after the last meeting? Well, if you did, you should find that the best time to start is coming..."

When Maka heard the speech, she didn't pay any attention to the seaman, but nodded slightly.

"Yes, I did," he said, and he couldn't help but spread his hands. "Just to tell the truth, I don't think the plan you said can be completed smoothly - I think, if you want me to do it, the failure rate will be very high."

"Of course, I can understand your view. Your judgment is not wrong. I believe you make such a judgment because the proportion of calculation involved in this plan is too high, which is what Muggles are good at."

Seeing the old man talking about the point, Maka nodded again to agree.

Seeing this, old Eun couldn't help sighing:

"But fortunately, the most important thing I need in my life is time. Don't worry! I've prepared the calculation model I need... But I'm not good at regular runes, and I can't build a magic array like royna. Therefore, I need the help of the candidate."

Speaking of it, the old man's "happiness" is still for Maka. From his own point of view, the Millennium would be much more painful than death.

"I still remember royna said that she said, 'extraordinary intelligence is the greatest wealth of human beings'. Unfortunately, I haven't understood from beginning to end - how does she like me, an ordinary sailor who can only swing the winch and rise and fall the sail?"

When he said this, the old man's skinny face was a little more depressed, as if he could not see what his former wife had thought.

"Maybe she just took a fancy to your waiting for a thousand years?"