Chapter 1034

With a wave of space, Maka and the windbreaker appeared in the woods outside Hogwarts School.

At the moment they appeared, the bushes not far away suddenly heard that the rope shook, and then a half man tall black dog came out.

"Sirius," Marca nodded at the black dog, said hello, and then took a shortcut, "you should feel right... There's a problem with hanging upside down from the owner of the tavern."

Before the words fell, the big black dog suddenly began to expand and deform, and soon became Sirius Black in a black robe.

"Sure enough?"

Sirius leaned casually against the tree trunk beside him, frowned slightly and said:

"Gramman boy... I thought he was the most unlikely type to join the black wizard because of his timid temperament in those years! If there were no precedent, I'm afraid I wouldn't have noticed..."

Obviously, the "precedent" he mentioned naturally refers to Peter Pettigrew, who framed him in prison.

But to be honest, both in terms of identity and personality, the two people really have a lot in common. For example, although Ted gramman, the owner of the hanging man tavern, was two times later than Sirius, they were also classmates who had read in Hogwarts.

However, when she heard Sirius muttering, Maka shook her head.

"I remember you said before that you perceived something wrong from his character, so you thought he was likely to be affected by dark magic?"

"Well," said Sirius, turning to look at Maka, "yes, what's the matter?"

"But I have just confirmed that the owner of the upside down Hangman tavern is still a normal wizard, and there is no smell of black magic." as she said, Maka said to the windbreaker wizard standing next to her, "you haven't found anything unusual, have you?"

"Yes, Mr. McClane," said the windbreaker at once.

Hearing what Maka said, Sirius was stunned.

"But you just said --"

"Yes," Marca shrugged, "but even so, I still think he has a problem."

After repeating this sentence, Maka continued:

"But the problem is not his character. You and he used to know each other, but I don't - I don't know as much about Ted gramman as you do."

"But I still remember you told me that gramman wanted to be a cook since he was a child, and then inherited the upside down Hangman tavern that his parents failed to inherit from his grandmother. Unfortunately, his craftsmanship has always been poor. As a hutchpatch, he is a little unqualified..."

Speaking of this, Maka suddenly stood up and said:

"However, today we tasted it personally. The food he made doesn't taste bad at all! You also think it's delicious, don't you?"

"Well," the windbreaker nodded again when he saw that he was asked again, "it's really delicious - I haven't eaten such delicious food except what I've tasted in Hogwarts these days."

As soon as Maka heard this, she immediately said with a smile:

"That's just because you haven't tasted the real delicacy."

On the other side, Sirius listened and couldn't help but be stunned.

"You mean --"

"Well, although the tavern owner is also an ordinary wizard, he is no longer Ted gramman." Maka nodded slightly. "Although we are not sure who it is - maybe it's Martin or something, but it's not so important to us."

"Now I'm more concerned about how many people are hiding like him in the British magic world!"

When Maka finished this sentence, the grove suddenly fell silent. The three are secretly thinking about their own thoughts and imagining how to take action next.

A moment later, Maka replied:

"In a word, your exploration work will continue - as we agreed earlier, don't act rashly after discovering abnormalities, just inform me directly."

"OK," Sirius said again after giving an immediate response, "what about the African magic world? On the vargado side, we really just wait and see?"

"That's all we need now," said Maka. "As long as the Federation doesn't contact me, it proves that things haven't developed to the worst - don't worry! Mr. aginbad is not a confused man. Since he knows the situation of vargado better than we do, we might as well trust his judgment."

After watching the Sirius phantom move away from here, Maka motioned to the windbreaker and walked out of the woods to the school gate.

Looking back, the hillside not far away was bathed in the afternoon sun, with a dazzling glow on the busy Muggles there.

……

"Maka!"

"Well, what's the matter?"

As soon as she entered the lawn of Hogwarts vestibule, Maka saw Ginny standing by the road with an anxious face.

"Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for me?"

As soon as Ginny saw Maka appear, she ran over and took his arm and ran towards the castle.

"Marca," she said as she ran, "it's Harry - he's been in the training room for nearly three hours now. But because Hermione insisted that none of us open the door to check, everyone is still waiting there..."

Following Ginny all the way to the door of the responsive room, he saw Hermione, Luna, Ron and Neville squatting or standing in the corridor. Obviously, they were not in the mood to go to the afternoon class.

Seeing Ginny dragging Marca, everyone gathered together.

Seeing this, Maka immediately said:

"Ginny told me the details on the way. Hermione, your decision is very correct - don't worry, wait at the corner of the corridor. I'll just go in alone."

On the way, he turned to the windbreaker and said:

"Go with them, too! If there's anything -"

Before she finished, Maka even shook her head.

"Forget it, nothing... Go there and wait!"

When everyone left the corridor closest to the door of the responsive room, Maka put her left hand on the door handle. At the same time, there was already a staff in his right hand.

"Click."

Turning the door handle to open the door leaf, he raised his foot and stepped on the door leaf. There was no attack during the whole movement.

When he entered the room where he asked and stepped on the smooth floor, a figure standing in the middle of the room suddenly came into his eyes.

No doubt, that's Harry!

But he saw him holding the handle of Gryffindor's sword with both hands and standing the visible sword body straight in front of him. His right eye was staring at the other self in the sword, and the whole person was motionless.

At Harry's feet, the branch hat fell on the floor, looking a little bored.

"Marca, are you here?"

"If I don't come again, it's time for the sun to set outside!"

When she returned unhappily, Maka turned and closed the door of the room on request.

Then he was about to pace towards Harry, but the next moment he stopped his steps subtly.

"Don't bother him! Hey, Harry may have some hope this time!"

Maka suddenly realized that the familiar voice was not the feeble branch hat.

Turning back and looking up again, he immediately saw a slightly hazy figure sitting on the bench next to the wall.

The figure held a thick book and looked at it casually, but there was a faint layer of bright white light on his body.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Marca found that the book was the legacy left by Dumbledore to Harry. It was a story book recording several stories about Gryffindor - "the golden Griffin from the wilderness".

But after Maka subtly called the name on her face, the figure shook her head slowly.

"Albus Dumbledore has left, which even fox knows - why didn't Severus give you the 'key'? Or did you not put it in the meditation basin?"

Maka naturally knows that the "key" he said refers to the special memory thread, but Maka now tilted her lips and said:

"No, what's good?"

"Oh, forget it..." the other party immediately shrugged decisively and said with a smile, "at least you should try the bibido flavor beans! The smell of dragon dung, vomit and nose excrement have been picked out. I think you should have a taste."

"Really?"

Marca listened to him, and was too lazy to make complaints about the slot.

"I don't think you have much time. Don't say what you have... If you want to help Harry, you might as well take advantage of it now!"

"Oh, do you feel it, too?"

As Dumbledore looked at Harry, Marca also came forward, stretched her neck and looked left and right between Harry and the Gryffindor sword.

But after that, he whispered:

"Unfortunately, I hope there are some, but the soul rules are not so easy to understand... What I hope is that he can get the recognition of Gryffindor's will left in the sword this time, which can at least prevent him from holding the sword to cut people everywhere!"

But on the other side, Dumbledore said nothing.

He gently closed the book in his hand, then stood up and walked to Harry's side. Then Marca saw him bend over and pick up the branch hat and put it on Harry's head.