Time is passing quietly unconsciously.

Speaking of which, although it seemed that some unknown accidents had happened on the streets of London before, there was no more anomaly afterwards.

The mysterious wizard in the trench coat disappeared silently as if he had come, without anyone knowing.

And as the Christmas holiday draws to a close, the effects of the London disaster seem to be fading day by day, even in the minds of the wizarding people who live in the British wizarding world.

A large part of St. Mungo's injuries have been discharged from the hospital under Maca's treatment. Even Kingsley, who had returned to the Ministry of Magic the day before yesterday, had returned to work.

Watching the wards in the hospital slowly vacate many beds, Maca knew that her free "special therapist" was finally coming to an end.

"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the Burrow."

Towards the end of the evening, Maca checked the remaining patients regularly, as usual. As he saw Harry and the others expertly packing up their carts and preparing to go downstairs, he finally opened his mouth to announce that their "punishment" was over.

But at the moment when they wanted to cheer for this, Maca smiled a little subtly and said:

"There's a few days left, and I think it's probably enough for you to finish your homework - don't make excuses not to write! Especially Professor Binns's dissertation on the history of magic, so finish it well! ”

"Oh! Maka, are you a demon? Ron said with a bitter face, "Can't you make me happy for a while!" ”

"Alright," Maca tapped him on the shoulder, kindly reminding, "Let's go!" I'll send you to the door...... If you want to eat hearty in the evening, go back now! Your mother doesn't know that you're going home today, and if you're late in a while, you'll have something to eat for dinner. ”

"Ahh That's going to have to hurry—" Ron slapped his thigh, "Harry, let's go faster!" ”

Putting the cart back into the storeroom, Maca accompanied the two of them through the glass of the main entrance to the street outside.

The weather has been pretty good in recent days, just like today, even London, where rain and rain are the norm, is paved with the golden yellow of the setting sun. Looking at the street pavement that reflected the brilliance, Harry and Ron, who had been busy with St. Mungol's all day, couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief.

To be honest, although they have also been taking care of patients these days, they have deeply experienced many life truths. But as far as the harvest is abundant, it is inevitable that it will be infected by all kinds of pain and gloom.

Now that they have taken a step out of the environment full of life and death, they can't help but feel relieved when they re-bathe in the sunshine.

"If you have any feelings, let's think about it in the evening!"

Maca glanced at it, and at once she could see through what the two of them were thinking. But just as he was about to urge them to leave, a fluttering of falling wings suddenly sounded overhead, and an owl landed on his shoulder.

"Goo."

He took the envelope that the owl was holding in his hand.

"Who wrote to you?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry about that," said Maca, pulling out the letter and unfolding it and glancing at it casually, "it's Mondongues, who asked me to go to the bar for the night." ”

"Montungus?" Ron said, "Isn't he in charge of intelligence, is something going on?" ”

It can be seen from the reactions of the two of them that everyone is now a little sensitive to some small movements, including Hermione and the others who went home one step ahead of them.

Maca shook her head and said:

"Even if anything, it's a small thing—maybe bigger than your dinner today, but it's not as big as your unfinished homework!"

After blasting Harry and Ron away, he unfolded the letter and read it again before putting it in his bag around his waist.

Yes, it was true that the letter was only an invitation to the bar in Montungus, and the information conveyed in such an unhurried manner would not be very important.

Merely......

Turning her head slightly, Makafu glanced at the brilliant sunset today. Muggles cloaked in gold as they walked up and down the streets, and the traffic on the roads staggered - and he had to say that he had a part in the fact that this normal street scene was able to be recreated as it was in the past.

When you think about it, even the smallest anomaly is worth noting, isn't it?

……

At nightfall, Maca finally put down the quill in her hand after finishing her work.

He carefully picked up the potion bottle on the table, and put it closer to his waist more carefully. The bottle contained the source of the calamity he had extracted from Willy's body.

In fact, since Helmpo left St. Mungo, he has been researching this particular object.

Compared to other "evils" similar to it, it was indeed very special - it was the first time that Maca had learned that the power of the rules itself could be retained in this form and passed down from generation to generation with the bloodline.

So the more he studied, the more he couldn't help but find out one thing, that is, whether the power of other rules could also be stored in the wizard's body.

It's a pity that he had some eyebrows about the rule runes in it earlier, but he still has nothing to do with the red liquid substance like blood.

But if he can't place the power of the rules somewhere else, he can't begin to analyze the mysteries of the matter itself.

Of course, today's research is over for the time being, and he won't think about it for the time being.

When doing research, you can never rush.

After tidying up the table, Maca left St. Mungo's and quickly went upstairs to the pig's head bar in Hogsmeade through the portkey.

And when he walked down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw Aberforth wiping his wine glass behind the bar.

As for the Mondongues...... It seems that it was Maca who got there first.

"Hey, a bottle of Butterbeer."

"Huh?"

Aberforth's hand wiping his glass paused.

"What, idle?"

"Almost!" Maca sat down at the bar and looked at the bartenders as she said, "I'm here to see Donger, and I've put this bottle on his account...... St. Mungo's almost free of me lately, and it's clear that everyone is just as good as you. ”

"Hmph," Aberforth pursed, and the large white beard on his chest shook slightly, "I am afraid that there are many dead...... Here, Butterbeer! Also, Mondongues forbids me to keep accounts, and if you want to drink it now, pay for it yourself. ”

"Then you can pick someone and remember it! As long as I know someone—" Maca sighed, "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter, and I don't really want to touch any more money today." ”

Hearing this, Aberforth couldn't help but glance at him lightly.

"Got a story?"

Maca leaned against the bar and shrugged her shoulders with a chuckle.

"There's a story," he bowed slightly, "but let's save it for later......

Accustomed to Dumbledore's younger brother's personality, he could hear the other party's kindness. He knew that Aberforth wanted him to speak out, and that it would be much better to share it with one more person than to put it all in his own heart.

Honestly, Maca was grateful that Aberforth was willing to listen, but he still felt that it was clearly not a story that could be talked about while drinking in a bar.

At least, until things come to an end.

"Say it or not," said Aberforth, as if he didn't think much of it, but then added, "then the bottle of Butterbeer will be credited to Severus's account." ”

When Maca heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then nodded at him.

"Thank you."

Snape had already been discovered by Aberforth when he eavesdropped on Trelawney's prophecy in his early years, and was blacklisted by him for a permanent ban.

Now Aberforth said that the butterbeer was on Snape's account, apparently as an excuse for his own treat.

Just as Maca's heart, who happened to know about this matter, warmed his heart, he and Aberforth suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the door.

"He's coming."

This was said by Aberforth.

Of course, Maca knew that the wizard who came in through the door was Mundungus, and even though the guy had always been cleverly disguised, it was impossible to hide his magical sense.

However, Maca often wondered where Aberforth could tell?

Waving casually to that side, he brushed aside the irrelevant question.

"A glass of fiery whiskey."

Dressed like an eccentric priest, Mondigus took a seat not far from Maca, and only turned around after ordering a glass of wine and placing the coins directly on the bar.

"Oops, long time no see!" He whispered, "If you want to say that the British wizarding world has been really scary lately, those of us who are at the bottom have been hiding in the corners all day long, and only recently have we barely dared to come out and show our heads - how is St. Mungo's doing?" ”

"Are you or me?" Maca is open-minded and loves to ignore the authentic.

With the strength of Mundungus's eyesight, as soon as he heard Maca's tone, he knew that he was in a bad mood, and said with a smile:

"Hey! Isn't there no way to do it, St. Mungo's is guarded by you now, and our brothers can't get in at all...... That's what I said, don't you care. ”

"Come on!" Maca shook her head and said, "You can't get in inside, but aren't the patients all coming out?" If you want to say something nice, you have to pay more attention - or seriously, what is the new gossip about calling me this time? ”

If this product was accurate, it would not have been put in the bar and directly talked about face to face, it must have been written in ciphertext and sent to Lupin's side. In this case, it's all information that this guy thinks is suspicious, but on the surface it's not a big deal.

"Well, actually, this time it's about the Muggle side......"

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