"Mr. Bornser, please leave it to the past, and then ...... What Cathy said just now, please keep it a secret for the time being. ”

Before she could finish speaking, Maca put her arm on the shoulders of little Cathy, who was still stunned, and left the dean's office with her.

“…… Mr. McLean? ”

In the corridor outside, little Cathy followed Marka's side step by step, and the blankness on her face had not completely subsided.

"Well, what's wrong?" Maca said as she walked, "You want to ask, what to do next?" ”

"yes!" Little Cathy suddenly grabbed Maca's sleeve and said a little anxiously, "That person really said something that will happen in the future, and ...... He also said that if I stayed, I would 'die a senseless death'...... Was that really a prophet? ”

Little Cathy will be confused, and this is inevitable. After all, in this era, there are fewer and fewer wizards who have awakened the bloodline of prophets, and the vast majority of wizards have never even seen a prophet in their lives.

Even Sybil Trelawney, the Hogwarts divination professor who had made correct predictions on several occasions, was only a half-prophet in terms of degree.

After all, a true prophet wouldn't be like she was, who could only make decent prophecies when he was drunk.

It's just that in the face of little Cathy's question, Maca said:

"I guess that's a prophet...... You see, prophets don't just exist in legends, they exist in real life. And there are not many people in this world who can make prophecies! ”

Little Cathy saw that Maca was sure, and she couldn't help but feel a little more real in her heart.

"That ......"

She took Maca by the sleeve and walked beside him, tilting her head and looking straight at his face.

Sensing the little girl's gaze, Maca lowered her head and smiled at her with a reassuring smile.

"Do as the prophet said! Anyway, I was going to let you go to France......" he was saying, suddenly thinking about it again, "oh, if this hadn't happened, were you going to stay here?" ”

“…… Yes. ”

Seeing Maca ask, little Cathy, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped.

"I want to enroll at Hogwarts, study magic hard, and use my abilities to help everyone like Mr. McLean...... But that person seemed to know exactly what I had never told anyone. ”

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but say:

"McKellen, is it ...... Is even my idea wrong? ”

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Maca, who stopped together because she felt her sleeves tighten, shrugged her shoulders with a relaxed face.

"Did the prophet have any thoughts about telling you to give up trying?" He smiled, "It's just better not to go to Hogwarts." There is Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France, and that school is no worse than Hogwarts. Besides, with enough hard work and a little bit of luck, you can become a great wizard anywhere! ”

……

Cathy Jr. was unable to become a volunteer at St. Mungo, and was taken to Black's house by Maca.

The latter, after sending her over, left there at once, and hurried to the British Ministry of Magic with the flask sealed with the strange substance.

But on the way, he kept thinking about what little Cathy said.

To be honest, Maca's heart wasn't as calm as he appeared in front of little Cathy. In particular, the so-called "prophet" whom he said was the first to disbelieve.

Because he knew very well that the prophecies that really came from the prophets had never been so clear!

After a while, Maca, who suddenly appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, suddenly shook her head and chuckled:

"It doesn't matter who that guy is...... In short, this world is getting more and more difficult! ”

"Who's to say it isn't?"

As soon as Maca muttered so softly, someone not far behind him picked up the conversation and echoed his words.

"But there is still work to be done," the other man continued, "Maca, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeon and placed in temporary housing - I told them to keep their cells as comfortable as possible. ”

"No matter how comfortable it is, that's it! We're trying to save the lives of those Muggles...... And, of course, their families'. In a hurry, don't worry so much about it for the time being. ”

After saying it casually, Maca beckoned without looking back, and continued:

"Let's go, Kingsley! Take me to see it first, and then talk about the rest. ”

There were as many people in the Ministry of Magic as ever, and even though it was close to noon, the flow of people coming and going was still very dense.

Squeezed into the elevator with Kingsley, stopping as the elevator moved and stopped, until all the people who were going upstairs were gone, and they were able to descend to the level of the Department of Mysteries.

The dungeon, on the other hand, was not directly accessible by elevator - they had to walk up for a short while.

"Looks like you're really fully recovered?"

Walking briskly in the corridor, Maca didn't forget to take a closer look at the other party's physical condition.

In fact, with the newly discovered substance that could lurk in Muggle souls, Maca felt the need to check on someone like Kingsley, who had been burned by the black flame.

"That's right," Kingsley said, patting his strong chest, "he's fully recovered—no, I don't even think it's easier to cast a spell now!" ”

"Oh, that's normal," Maca nodded, "because your soul has grown stronger through the trauma. ”

Like the Imperius and Hearts Curses of the Three Unforgivable Spells, both of which decrease in effectiveness as the number of times they are cast on the same object increases.

Thinking that Kingsley was burned by the black flame in agony, this was the sharpening of his spiritual will. Since he had survived a short period of time at that time, he would naturally gain something.

The two chatted as they walked down the hallway that was empty, and soon descended the stairs to the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic.

As she passed through the seventh courtroom, Maca sighed slightly wistfully—if Dumbledore's old man had been around, he might have been much easier now.

"Squeak-"

With a slightly screeching sound of the door opening, Maca followed Kingsley into a cell on the other side of the hallway.

In recent years, due to the frequent disasters, many incidents have been involved, but on the contrary, the potential dark wizards who have been making trouble in the past years more and more peaceful.

Obviously, those guys are desperate for their lives, aren't they?

As a result, these prisons, which were used only to detain ordinary criminals, are now almost all empty.

"Hmm...... The efficiency is quite high, and more than a dozen of them have been sent in? ”

Maca looked at the iron-framed bed in the large cell, and at a glance saw more than a dozen people lying on their own, the sound of even breathing one after another.

He first stepped forward and checked the condition of their souls one by one, and then he fell into deep thought.

As far as these Muggle souls are concerned, the gray-black substance is not perfectly hidden in its latent state. If he had targeted induction, he would still be able to detect a slight difference from ordinary souls.

But even so, Maca, who was able to master the rules of the soul, had to be carefully examined to detect the abnormality, which was enough to prove that Helbo's methods were indeed extraordinary.

After pondering for a moment, Maca bowed slightly:

"Yes, these Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be kept from regular Muggles...... By the way, I've already gone to St. Mungo's to find Mr. Bounse before I came here, and he should be sending some healers soon. These Muggles will be given regular care to them, so remember to take care of them. ”

"No problem." Kingsley nodded.

After saying that, Maca walked out of the cell with him, and continued to ponder how to use the clues from the Muggles.

He had a hunch.

Although this clue is still a bit of a clue at present, if you find the right direction, you should be able to lead to a very critical piece of information.

It wasn't long before Maca and Kingsley were on the elevator again. When the latter found out that Maca was about to go out on the atrium floor, Kingsley was immediately stunned, and then hurriedly followed.

"Maka, are you leaving?" He stretched out his hand and pointed upward, "Not going to meet with Scrimgeor?" ”

However, Maca, who was walking in front, turned around when she heard the sound and gave him a subtle expression.

"Actually, I don't mind, but unfortunately, your minister doesn't necessarily want to see me now." "So, even if you want to talk to him, you'll have to wait until you have something concrete!" ”

"And you're just leaving him idle?" Kingsley said softly, jokingly, "When the time comes, if we have a harvest, he will be able to sit back and share the credit!" ”

"Just let him divide it!"

Maca waved her hand indifferently, and without further ado, she went straight to the foyer.

Honestly, he really didn't care about Scrimgeour enjoying the harvest, because what that guy could eat was actually quite limited. What's more, this kind of benefit is not easy to pick up now, and Scrimgeour needs to withstand considerable pressure to be able to grit his teeth and stand on his side.

If it had been Cornelius Fudge, the entire Ministry of Magic would have been in chaos.

"So, Scrimgeour is nothing, and now the problem is on the side of the International Confederation of Wizards. That's a lot of power, and in order to contain them, Helbo probably did a lot of tricks, right? ”

In the foyer, Maca thought for a moment, then turned and walked into a public fireplace and disappeared - you can see that the magic flame reaction when he uses Floo Powder is still so scary!