If the bald old man from before was to be judged, the danger of that group was not low for the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Of course, based on the information that Montungus has gathered so far, it is not enough to say anything.

"Keep an eye on the general movements of those people, but don't try to get too close – again, keep yourself safe first."

With that, Maca poured the remaining butterbeer into her stomach and placed the cup on the bar behind her.

"Oh, I almost forgot! If it were you, you probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to get over whether you were safe or not, right? ”

Maca smiled at Mondongues, then pulled out a gold Galleon and placed it next to the cup, apparently ready to leave.

"Getting busy again?"

At the bar, Aberforth, who was collecting the cup, asked a rare question, and Maca shook her head.

"I want to ...... I haven't really been idle......"

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Mundungus on the side couldn't help but raise his head and wondered, "What are you...... Are you going to investigate for yourself tonight? ”

"The investigation is definitely needed, after all, there are some small issues that I am concerned about," Marka paused, "but before that, I have to meet someone." ”

Remembering that the bald head had repeatedly mentioned "the heir of sin" and the "dagger of pain", Maca wanted to dig something out of the other man's head.

Unfortunately, he didn't get any more useful information other than that astrological prediction.

However, since the other party mentioned the dagger, it means that the matter will be more or less related to what he is studying. Or maybe he would be able to get some information from it that could be included in the new edition of the Book of Sin.

Whenever there is the slightest possibility, Maca will not want to let go easily. Because as long as he wants to figure out the true purpose of Rowena Ravenclaw, he must try to give himself equal or even more actual information than the other party.

Otherwise, he would have to remain in Rowena's grip forever – even though the "great" witch seems to have been dead for nearly a thousand years.

"I've got to go, see you next time!"

After greeting the two of them, Maca straightened her collar and walked briskly out of the pig's head bar.

Right now, it's night.

The nights in Hogsmeade are always cold, and there is a thick layer of snow off the road. He stepped on the snow, crunched and walked two steps to a place where no one was around, and as the space expanded and contracted, a puff of snowflakes was raised, and his whole body disappeared.

……

There is a class scheduled tomorrow morning, so this trip to Maca should best be done in the evening. Fortunately, this time he really just wanted to find someone to find out about the situation again, and theoretically, he would definitely be able to get back in time for a good night's sleep.

"Bang!"

This is no longer the tense time when Voldemort was still active, and most of the Floo networks connected to the Magic Department Office have been restored.

Of course, Maca herself knows that when he uses the fireplace to move, there is always something unavoidable.

"Yes, yes, don't stare at me, isn't it just a little bit bigger?"

With Maca's current popularity in the wizarding world, even the overreaction of Floo Powder's magic flame will only surprise wizards even more.

Seriously, though, at a point where most of the staff had already gone home from work, it was surprising that there was still a lot of people in the Magic Department Hall.

It's just that compared to the daytime scene, it's obviously much better.

As he passed the security checkpoint in front of him, the officer on duty behind the counter glanced back and forth at Maca. But it is conceivable that as long as Maca has no intention of stopping, they are afraid that they will die in distress.

"Don't worry, it's your job, and I'll do my best," Maka walked up to one of the security guards and smiled at her, "but until then—didn't know Mr. Scrimgeour was off work?" ”

"Uh......" Behind the counter, the uniformed female security screener hesitated, "No, I don't think so." On a normal working day, Mr. Minister would normally be at—"

As she spoke, she glanced up at the huge wall clock in the square, and then continued, "Yes, it will be more than two hours before getting off work." ”

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help but shrug her shoulders.

"Oh, that's dutiful—" he continued, "send a message to the Assistant Minister's Office!" Let's just say that Maca McKellen of Hogwarts needs to meet Mr. Scrimther......"

In the middle of the sentence, Maca suddenly seemed to remember something, and added deliberately: "Ah, my wand will not be handed over to you for inspection, I don't think it makes any sense." ”

"Wand...... This one...... Is that ......."

The female screener touched the hat on her head with some trepidation, and glanced back at another colleague with a slightly different uniform.

It seemed that the man's position was a little higher than hers...... Even if not, that colleague must have a much deeper credential than she did.

Seeing that the other person nodded to her, she turned to look at Maca again.

"I see, Mr. McLean." She nodded her head as well, and then followed, "And then ...... Sorry, do you have ...... I mean, have you made an appointment? ”

"No—no, no, no!"

The female security officer was asking intermittently, and while Maca hadn't shown any impatience, the middle-aged clerk behind her seemed to be unable to hold back.

I saw him take two steps forward and squeeze next to the female security inspector, with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. McLean, you don't need to make an appointment for your words." "Just go inside," he said aloud, "and the top right-hand side is the minister's office—I think Mr. Scrimthier will be happy to talk to you!" ”

"Oh, thank you!" Maca smiled and said, "But I have to say, this security screener lady did a good job. Actually, I'm not in a hurry today, just follow the process-"

"Let's inform the assistant minister first! You don't need to make an additional appointment, that's his job! ”

As Marca said, he wasn't in a hurry today, and if he needed an urgent meeting, he wouldn't have gone to Scrimgeour through the usual way like he did now.

The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly very important to the wizarding world of a country, and this point was clearly highlighted at the time of Voldemort.

Considering that the despicable Helbo would suddenly resurrect at some point, he also intended to check the situation here, which could be regarded as making some preparations in advance for the future.

If necessary, he could even help Scrimgeour add some security to cement the relative stability of the British Ministry of Magic for some time to come.

Judging by the performance of the current Minister of Magic, Maca didn't mind contributing to the place.

After a moment of waiting, the assistant minister himself ran down from the stairs and picked up Maca in full view of everyone.

Shortly after he left, the middle-aged security officer muttered in confusion.

“…… Isn't there no need to make an appointment at all? ”

As for the female security inspector who had received Maca just now, she still craned her neck and looked in the direction of the elevator, until she couldn't see Maca's back, and then she withdrew her gaze with bright eyes.

"Anna, McLean praised me just now! He complimented me on a job well done! ”

"Hey, people just say 'good'," behind another counter, the same female colleague immediately gave her a blank look, "Besides, as for being so excited?" As for you, what are you expecting? ”

"Huh? Not ......," she whispered awkwardly, "he's a full five years younger than me...... Five-year-old...... Wait, it doesn't seem too bad! ”

The female security officer muttered as she looked up into the plaza, where one of the rows of "Portraits of Outstanding Contributors to the Ministry of Magic" on the walls of Fountain Square had a glowing image of Maca.

……

While many people followed Maca's arrival and turned their attention to the portrait of the card, Maca himself had already followed Scrimgeour's third assistant to the elevator up.

Of course, he also saw the portrait with the appearance of his upper body, and the self in it raised an eyebrow at him, which was a kind of hello.

However, this does not mean much to him, because if he has another bad relationship with Mr. Minister in the future, maybe his portrait will be secretly taken down!

Vested interests are the most effective interests, and the rest can only become more permanent by careful maintenance. Unfortunately, accidents are often unexpected and merciless.

"Mr. McLean, this way, please—"

Along the way, Maca could feel that the assistant minister who walked in front of him was somewhat fond of him, probably out of jealousy of the same "young man".

As Scrimgeur's assistant, he knows how to be respectful enough to Maca, but he is not much older than Maca, and he is still a "good talent".

To be honest, if you don't excel, you won't win the most sought-after newcomer position like "Assistant Minister of Magic" among so many competitors.

"Let's take this one, for example." Maca chuckled to herself.

If this "talent" can climb up again and again in the future, accumulate seniority in various positions, and finally rely on strength and luck to seize the position of Minister of Magic, then Maca's relationship with him is usually not much better.

Even if you are polite on the surface, if you want to communicate in depth, I am afraid that it will be extremely difficult.

"I already greeted Mr. Scrimgeour just now, and he is waiting for you inside, and I have some business here, so I won't continue to accompany you."

After dropping Maka to the door of the minister's office, the third assistant left without looking back.