Chapter 1903

"Are you Mr. McLean? We've all heard a lot about your deeds these days. After Dumbledore, we Hogwarts have finally produced another talent who can lead the overall situation..."

Before Maka and brova had reached the gate of the castle, they were stopped by some wizards who got the news. It can be seen that they are just curious about Maka, and most of them have no other meaning.

However, before they continued to approach, Willy lifted the wand without saying a word and blocked it a few steps away from Maka.

"Little girl, did you... Misunderstand something? We were all Hogwarts students, so must you? Don't worry, we are all our own people."

To be honest, Willie's action really seemed a little abrupt. After all, they not only didn't show any hostility to Marca, but also smiled at each other. Even if Marca doesn't know the identity of the other party, it's obviously unnecessary to show such a stiff and rude attitude, isn't it?

But Willie still pointed at them with the tip of her wand and stood in front of Marca.

As for Mr. brova, who had been following behind, he even showed more indifference than Willie. He was stunned to treat the group of people in front of him as if they had nothing to do with him, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Because all he cares about is the safety of his daughter, and the strength of these wizards is not worth mentioning in his opinion, and there is no need to worry at all.

Other things, just leave it to Maka to judge.

However, when the eyes of those wizard men and women crossed the unmoved Willie and fell again to Maka, Maka suddenly looked up at the main castle where the main restoration was almost over.

After he stayed heavy and took back his eyes, he didn't speak at all - because he knew that the man who could decide here was coming.

"Mr. McLean, what exactly do you mean?" a young wizard standing in front looked at Maka and said in some doubt, "no, wait, are you Maka McLean?"

Before that, they had all heard of Maka's actions to save ordinary wizards and even ordinary Muggle people, so they thought Maka was a kind wizard who completely inherited Dumbledore's will. So now, after witnessing Willie's inhumanity and Marca's disregard, they are gradually puzzled and guessing.

Unfortunately, Maka obviously didn't intend to make any explanation for them, and even had no excuse for the wizard's query.

As more and more people gathered at the door, we can see that the atmosphere at the scene became tense with the change of their sight.

"All go in... The old Sir said, let you gather in the auditorium..."

Vaguely, Maka heard that someone seemed to be urging near the castle gate behind the crowd, but the effect did not seem to be very good. Most people still gathered at the gate, and more and more.

It is worth mentioning that the young wizard who initially questioned did not speak. Looking at the posture of his right hand in his pocket, he must have been touching his wand.

"Give way."

Suddenly, an old but rather strong voice sounded from the gate, which immediately stopped the buzzing in the crowd. Soon, everyone in front gradually retreated to both sides, making a figure suddenly appear in Maka's vision.

Maka saw that it was an old wizard who was very old. His white hair was almost connected with his curly white beard. Because they are not carefully protected and pruned, they look a little wild and unruly.

On the old wizard, he was wearing an old and simple old wizard robe. Only the hatch patch emblem on one side of his chest was still new.

To be honest, although this old wizard who looks about the same age as Dumbledore is far from as tall as the former, Maka can feel it from each other's sight - this is also an old man with both wisdom and ability.

"I'm Aslan. Like you, I'm a Hufflepuff."

Old Aslan said, casually pulling the hospital emblem on the chest of his robe and smiling slightly. And then he went out and motioned in the direction of the lake.

"Would you like to accompany me to the lake?"

Until then, Maka, who had not spoken to so many people here just now, finally spoke.

"Although I don't know what we can say, of course, I still have time to take a walk and chat with the old man."

Marca said, patting Willie's shoulder, who was still standing in front of her, and taking her father and daughter to the lake first.

"Old jazz -"

A wizard came forward and wanted to say something to old Aslan, but he was stopped by the other party.

"I said, gather in the auditorium and don't run around for the time being - I'll talk to Mr. McLean and everything else will wait until I come back."

"But... Old Sir, is that really Marca McLean?"

The wizard frowned and asked, but saw old Aslan give a slight pause, then looked at Maka's back and said:

"Don't worry! I can't think of any other possibilities except Marca McLean."

The old man's meaning is obvious. At least he thinks it can't be halbo - and if it wasn't halbo, would there be a third powerful wizard who could make him feel as if his soul was shaking with only one look?

He shook his head gently. Old Aslan stopped talking to each other and went straight to the direction where Maka left. He seemed to disappear from the eyes of the people slowly and quickly.

……

Nature's tolerance is powerful - when Maka stood by the lake and quietly appreciated the water surface wrinkled by the breeze, he couldn't help sighing.

He still clearly remembers that when the meteorite was smashed into the castle by Haier Bo, the spreading shock wave blew away large areas of turf and woods around, and the lake was also attacked by many meteorite fragments, setting off huge waves.

However, it was not long before many buds emerged from the opened soil on the ground; In addition to some potholes on the lakeside, it also expanded the lake.

Even the Hogwarts castle, which has been reinforced by the founder, has been destroyed. However, there are only a few minor changes in the mountains, lakes, plants and flowers.

"It's a trivial struggle," said Marca, glancing not far from the lake. "Professor Dumbledore, don't you think so?"