"Are you Mr. McLean? Over the past few years, we have all heard a lot about your deeds. Since Dumbledore, our Hogwarts has finally produced another talent who can lead the overall situation......"

Before Marka and Blois could reach the castle gates, they were stopped by some wizards who had escaped after receiving the news. It can be seen that they are actually just curious about Maca, and most of them have no other meaning.

However, before they could get any closer, Willy raised her wand without saying a word, blocking her from Maca.

"Little girl, are you...... What is the misunderstanding? We've all been Hogwarts students, so surely you are? Rest assured, we are all our own people. ”

To be honest, Willy's action was indeed a bit abrupt, after all, not only did they not show any hostility towards Maca, but they all greeted each other with smiles. Even if Maca's side doesn't know the identity of the other party, there is obviously no need to show such a blunt and rude attitude, right?

But Willy still pointed her wand at them without buying it, and stood in front of Maca without giving an inch.

As for Mr. Blois, who had been following behind, he was even more indifferent than Willy, and looked at the group of people in front of him as if nothing had anything to do with him.

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

Leave the rest to Maca's discretion.

However, just as the eyes of the wizard men and women passed over the unmoved Willy and fell back to Maca's side, Maca suddenly looked up and looked up at the main castle where the main restoration was almost completed.

When he retracted his gaze, he simply stopped talking, as he knew that the one who could call the shots here was coming.

"Mr. McLean, you...... What does that mean exactly? A young wizard standing at the front looked at Maca and said with some confusion, "No, wait, are you Macklean?" ”

Before that, they had all heard of Maca's actions to save ordinary wizards and even ordinary Muggles, so they all thought that Maca was a kind wizard who had completely inherited Dumbledore's will. So now, after seeing Willy's unkindness and Maca's ignorance, they are gradually puzzled and suspicious.

It's a pity that Maca obviously didn't intend to give them any explanation, and even had no excuse for the wizard's questioning.

As more and more people gathered at the door, it could be seen that the atmosphere at the scene became tense as their lines of sight changed.

"All in...... The old sir said, "Let's go to the auditorium......"

Vaguely, Maca heard that there seemed to be someone near the castle gate behind the crowd, but the effect didn't seem to be very good, most people were still gathering at the door, and there were more and more of them.

It is worth mentioning that the young wizard who had originally opened his mouth to question stopped talking. Judging by the posture of his right hand in his pocket, he must have already touched his wand.

"Let it all go."

Suddenly, an old but rather tough voice sounded from inside the gate, causing the humming of the crowd to immediately cease. Soon, everyone in front of him gradually retreated to the sides, causing a figure to suddenly appear in Maca's field of vision.

Maca saw that it was an old wizard who was already very old, and his white hair and slightly curly white beard were almost connected. Because they are not well cared for and trimmed, they look a little bohemian and unruly.

The old wizard wore a set of old and simple old wizard robes, except for the Hufflepuff emblem on the side of his chest, which was still as new as new.

To be honest, the old wizard who looked to be about the same age as Dumbledore was nowhere near as tall as the former, but Maca could feel it just by looking at him—he was also an old man of wisdom and ability.

"I'm Aslan, just like you, a Hufflepuff."

Old Aslan said, casually pulled the emblem on the chest of his robe, and smiled slightly. Then he walked out and gestured in the direction of the lake.

"Would you like to accompany me, an old man, to the lake?"

It was only then that Maca, who had not spoken in front of so many people here just now, finally spoke.

"I don't know what we can say, but ...... Of course, I still have time to take a walk with the elderly and chat for a while. ”

As she spoke, Maca patted Willy, who was still standing in front of her, on the shoulder, and led the father and daughter to the lake.

"Old Sir -"

A wizard approached to say something to old Aslan, but was blocked by a wave of his hand.

"I said, let's meet in the auditorium, and don't run around for a while—I'll go talk to Mr. McLean, and I'll talk about the rest when I get back."

"But...... Old Sizz, is that really Maca McKellen? ”

The wizard frowned and asked, but saw that old Aslan paused slightly, and then looked at Maca's back and said:

"Don't worry! I can't think of any other possibilities than Macka McLean. ”

The old man's meaning was obvious, at least he thought that it could not be Helbo—and if it weren't for Helbo, would there be a third powerful wizard besides Maca who could make him feel as if his soul was vibrating with just one look?

Shaking his head slightly, Old Aslan stopped talking to the other party, and walked straight in the direction where Maca had left, seemingly slowly disappearing from everyone's eyes.

……

Nature's tolerance is powerful – as Maca stood on the shore of the lake, quietly admiring the breeze-swept water, he couldn't help but sigh to himself.

He still vividly remembers that when the meteorite was smashed into the castle by Helbo, the spread shock wave swept away a large area of turf and woods around it, and the lake was also hit by many meteorite fragments, setting off a huge wave.

However, it was not long before many sprouts sprouted from the turned up dirt on the ground; In addition to some potholes smashed into the lakeside, the lake also expanded a bit.

Even Hogwarts Castle, which had been fortified by the founder, had been mostly destroyed, but the mountain, the lake, the grass and flowers had only changed slightly.

"What a trivial struggle," Marca said, glancing a short distance toward the lake, "Professor Dumbledore, don't you say?" ”