Chapter 877

"Sorry, I don't think my gift is worthy to appear by your bed on Christmas day, so... I wish you a merry Christmas in advance!"

Marca's expression was also subtle when she heard this Christmas blessing from Troyer to Ron. He almost laughed when he said something he didn't have enough friends.

However, this kind of thing is a very embarrassing thing for anyone. For Ron, Marca can only hope that he can ask for his own blessing now

okay! Not to mention these broken things, let's put our eyes back on the subject!

Today, three days before Christmas, Maka finally received a letter from aginbad, President of the International Federation of wizards.

In the long letter, which took several pages, aginbad somehow described in detail the changes in Haifa these days.

Since the thunderstorm washed away Muggle memories that night, the city that suffered from reckless disasters soon recovered its original life under the dedication and efforts of the Federation staff.

Of course, because the repair time is too tight, even a large number of wizards will inevitably be a little rough. In a short period of time after that, various buildings in Haifa are likely to be accidentally damaged for various inexplicable reasons.

To this end, the Wizards of the Federation continue to increase the follow-up "rework" tasks, trying to reduce the secondary casualties of Muggles in Haifa city as much as possible.

Moreover, the letter also said that behind these work, the mayor of Haifa has been "communicated", which is an extremely rare cooperation project between wizards and Muggles over the years.

For such "post disaster reconstruction" work, aginbad described everything in detail in the letter to Maka. Even Maka didn't understand what the old man was thinking when reading it for the first time.

Just sum up and say "everything is recovering"? As for the meaningless rotten thing that "the hair of the mayor of Haifa is a wig", do you write it together?

After reading this letter for the first time, Maka found out the real purpose of aginbad's writing this thing.

"... in addition, our people found that the Hebrew School of witchcraft and Wizardry was empty and there was no one there. But in the dean's room, we found that a door leading to the inner lounge could not be opened. We tried to smash the wall in various ways, but the room was completely inaccessible."

"So, if you can, please come and see if you can open it. I think since the lounge is blocked so thoroughly, there should be something valuable left in it."

Halbo ran away and walked quickly with his few remaining men. Perhaps it was because of this that aginbad guessed that there was something in the room that halbo couldn't take away in a hurry.

After reading the letter, Maka was naturally not interested in rereading the trivial daily account. He threw the letter paper on the desk, and then quickly stood up.

"As a result, only the last sentence is useful..."

In fact, aginbad really wasted his mind this time.

Perhaps it was because Maka had always refused several times before that he thought Maka was not interested in the matter far away in Israel, and even didn't bother to participate in it.

But the truth is that Marca cares as much about Haier Bo as she does.

Of course, this long letter from aginbad also represents his attitude towards Maka. So even if this nonsense is wordy, Maka is still in a good mood.

"Then go and have a look! Maybe you can really get some useful clues..."

……

Because he had been here last time, he could still use the mark he left that night without Sirius to help him carry the positioning rune.

Soon, he flew over the city with a magic book and a magic spell, and then passed through the passage to the Hebrew School of magic and came to the street in front of the residence.

Not long ago, few outsiders have come here since Haier Bo joined the college. The only outsiders who entered the iron door along this street were the unlucky one who was "pit" by Sirius.

It was not until that night that some Aurors and reviewers of the Federation, led by aginbad, went inside and searched the whole college residence.

Now, when Maka also walked into the open iron fence door and stepped into the lobby through the front door, she found it.

After all, this is not Hogwarts. There are not so many complex and detailed solidification magic. Many places are just ordinary wizard buildings with structural strengthening spells.

"Oh! Mr. McLean, you're here... Please, the president and some specially transferred spell solvers are waiting for you upstairs! It's on the top floor. You can see it when you go up."

As soon as I entered the front hall, two Federation personnel on duty here greeted me. Judging by their costumes, they should both be Aurors.

"OK, thank you."

Maka thanked the two people, but they shook their heads.

"No, no, no, how dare you thank us? This is our duty..."

"Yes, yes, please - please go upstairs!"

That night, the spider army released by Maka petrified many enemies, which can be said to have completed their tasks perfectly. But besides that, they also frightened many Muggles and their own wizards.

As Maka thought at that time, that part of Muggle's memory was gone, but most wizards didn't completely get the medicine mixed in the rain.

In this way, when they knew that the spiders were all made by Maka, these experienced people were all in awe.

You know, that's the number of spiders that can squeeze every street! Even Auror, who is experienced and brave enough, can't have experienced such battles.

So, in the two people's "dare not" again and again, Maka quickly climbed the stairs with some helplessness. It was not until he could not hear the sound of his head that he calmly continued to walk up again.

The following two Aurors who couldn't straighten their spine were right. As soon as they got to the top floor, Maka saw that there seemed to be a lot of people in the innermost room.

Seeing this, he didn't delay any more. He hurried across the corridor and came to the room with the nameplate "Dean's room" on the wall at the door.

Just like entering the front hall just now, this time a large group of people looked at him one after another, and several of them subconsciously surrounded him.

Fortunately, these spell solvers were temporarily transferred in the past two days. Only aginbad had experienced the spider wave that night.

"Who are you? How did you get here? People other than the spell setter are not allowed here for the time being... Get out quickly, there may still be danger here!"

The spell setter will be very sensitive to the areas in question, and the old wizard who came to Maka as soon as possible is obviously a very qualified old spell setter.

But although his tone of voice is a little tough, if you only listen to the content, you can find that his words are full of kindness for others.

However, before Maka could explain, the slightly neurotic good old man was pushed away by aginbad who rushed from behind.

"Hey! Ignore him, of course you can come in -"

Aginbad grabbed Maka's arm in a hurry, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind and go back if he was unhappy, and forcibly pulled him in.

Marca was dragged further into the room by him, bathed in more than ten pairs of confused eyes from around. Taking advantage of this short period of time, he glanced around and suddenly stopped, so that aginbad, who was holding him, almost didn't stand firm.

"Bill! Are you here, too?"

In this room, there are basically wizards who are at least middle-aged and upward, but among these people, there is a tall young man who is particularly eye-catching.

But I saw that the man had red hair tied into a horsetail, a silver earring on one ear, and a strange pendant like a fan hanging under the earring.

But what matters more is his clothes - the black leather clothes with a lot of metal ornaments, which makes it no surprise that he can join any rock band.

This special young wizard is Bill Weasley, the eldest son of the Weasley family.

"You were also an exorcist in Egypt, and you were excellent - I should have thought of it!"

Marca greeted each other, while Bill, standing behind several middle-aged wizards, shrugged and showed a naughty smile with the characteristics of the Weasley family.

"You finally saw me. It took 15 seconds from entering the door!"

Yes, this is also the characteristic of the Weasleys - funny, but it also seems a little boring.

"Oh, really? Next time I can fight for 10 seconds," Maka waved her hand. "Talk later and get down to business first! I think Mr. aginbad can't wait..."

He said, smiling at the president of the Federation in front, and then walked forward.

"By the way, my name is Marca McLean. I'm currently temporarily a professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry... Excuse me, everyone."

Most spell solvers are old scholars with practical ability. Compared with their professional quality, don't expect too much in interpersonal communication.

I'm afraid bill is the only one who knows Maka.

But it doesn't matter. Even Maka doesn't need to introduce her experience too much. Because just a title of "Professor of ancient magic literature at Hogwarts" is enough for him to stand among these people without any sense of disobedience.

"Yes, let's get to know each other..." aginbad nodded hurriedly and then turned, "Mr. McLean, come and have a look at this door!"