As far as Rita Skeeter's news itself is concerned, it is still very valuable to Hogwarts. It is much better to be able to know in advance the crooked minds of some unofficial groups, and to try to prevent or change them in advance, rather than waiting for the situation to be exposed and then resolved.

And for the same reason, after a little thought, Maca decided to take the initiative. Rather than waiting for the wizards who have gathered in Iran to come to the door themselves, it is better for him to go over and act on the opportunity.

If Skeeter's information wasn't entirely accurate, and the other party didn't mean to make a big fuss, then he was just going to make a trip in vain. But if the other party really wants to mess up the event, he will never allow it.

At nightfall, the Headmaster of Hogwarts Castle.

"Professor McGonagall, there's going on in the Iranian wizarding world, I'll take a look at it in a moment. There's nothing big going on at the school, so why don't you take a break...... Isn't there Charlotte here? If you need to run errands, just ask her to go! ”

Maca's words made Charlotte, who was sitting not far away, raise her eyebrows.

"Hey! Little Maca, you've been very timid lately—" She said with a smile as she got up and walked this way, "Professor McGonagall's business, I will naturally do it as my own, do I need to tell you?" ”

"Gee, I'm not trying to curry favor with Professor McGonagall!" Maca immediately turned around and smiled shyly, "Senior sister...... Come on, come on, don't be angry......"

Charlotte, however, didn't buy his account at all.

"Huh? Where can you tell I'm angry? Not really—"

Before the words fell, she grabbed Maca's shoulders and turned his body back, followed by a crisp sound of "pop", still a familiar taste.

After spending a long time with McGonagall in the principal's office, Charlotte has long since lost her inhibitions. Because she found that Professor McGonagall actually liked to see the vitality of these young people, which made her more and more unscrupulous.

Of course, except for Maca, she didn't have the courage to play with other professors like this.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall, who was sitting behind her desk, looked at the two children in front of her and couldn't help but smile slightly, "Maka, is something going on in the Iranian wizarding world?" ”

"Oh, that's ......"

As soon as she got down to business, Maca put away her playfulness and told Professor McGonagall about his deal with Rita Skeeter. Finally, he talked about his intention to go to Iran to investigate.

After hearing Maca's words, McGonagall frowned visibly.

"If the information provided by Miss Skeeter is correct, there must be quite a few wizards gathered there right now—" she said in a deep voice, "Maca, I think this matter should be left to the International Confederation of Wizards." Even if you take a step back, you should discuss it with the Ministry of Magic first—this event is very important to the wizarding community in England, and Scrimgeour will definitely do something. ”

But Maca shook her head immediately, he didn't quite agree with Professor McGonagall.

"Actually, I know that," Maka said, "but whether it's to notify the Wizards' Federation or to communicate with Scrimgeour will have to be verified for sure." If you negotiate with both sides while the actual situation is still in between, in case Skeeter's information is wrong...... Then it's not as simple as me running for nothing! ”

The problem that Maca wanted to say was actually very clear - if Scrimgeour and the International Federation of Wizards were to work in vain, it would not leave a bad impression on both parties, but a favor would be inadequate.

Nowadays, Hogwarts is also a big force, at least for now. And the favor based on one party's power is not so easy to return!

Of course, Maca's considerations are more favorable to Hogwarts, but McGonagall's choice is safer. Compared with the two, it is impossible to say whose idea is better, it can only be said that each has its own bias.

"Maca ......"

After listening to Maca's analysis, Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed slightly, as if relieved that the child was so dedicated to the school. It's just that no matter how powerful Maca is, in her heart she is still the student she has taught, and it is natural to think about the child.

"I still think you'd better not ...... Albus has said in the past that even he makes mistakes. When doing things, you should be as cautious as possible......"

"Yes! No matter how capable you are, you're just one person, don't always think about solving problems on your own. Charlotte, who was on the side, put her hand on Maca's shoulder and persuaded her.

But Maca waved her hand and a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

"It's not about Voldemort and Greenwald, who says I have to go alone?" He smiled, "Don't worry! Didn't some of those old folks at the Order of the Phoenix have nothing to do all day? Last time, Lupin was idle enough to go and take care of the Malfoy's private affairs...... I'll call them all this time in Iran! ”

"Well, that's ......fine," Professor McGonagall said, pausing again, "but there are only a few people over there...... Didn't you say that the Indian delegation was all in Iran? The number of people is still too small. ”

"Professor, don't forget that we still have a lot of new forces!" Maca pointed to the floor, "There are so many elves, enough for war!" Not to mention that this time I just went to find out the actual news, if I was lucky, I wouldn't even be able to ...... it."

"Hmm......" Professor McGonagall muttered for a moment, then nodded, "Alright! However, since you mentioned those elves...... I still have to warn you, they are not wizards after all, and it is not easy to put them together...... You'll still have to be careful. ”

"Of course," Maca replied, "I'll pay more attention." ”

He said this, but in his heart he was thinking, he really should find something to do for them. Now those little ones spend their days wandering around the Forbidden Forest, and they have taken up the territory vacated by the centaurs since they left, and they haven't even been able to return to the castle much lately. Only occasionally, a few elves would be interested and run to the school to help clean up.

Although this kind of action is the normal life of the elves, it is not a matter of going on like this. Maca tricked the little ones into coming to Hogwarts, not just to settle here......

Now that Professor McGonagall has been explained, Maca will not delay any longer. Of course, Britain and Iran also have a time difference, and it should be almost early in the morning.

After saying goodnight to Professor McGonagall and Charlotte, he immediately set off for Black's Mansion and summoned Sirius and Lupin.

When Demaka walked out of the school gate, his figure disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye as the space distorted.

……

"Click-"

The doorknob of the gate of Blake's old mansion turned slightly, and then the long-lost guest was ushered in.

Since there is really nothing to do now, plus there are children living here. So in the evening, those who should go out to find a place to have a drink will go out long ago, and those who should go back to their rooms early to sleep will not stay downstairs.

As soon as Maca stepped into the entrance hall, she found that the room was so dark that even the lights had been blown out.

"Speaking of which, Isra is almost old enough to go to school, right? Next year or the year after? As he walked inside, he thought to himself, "Well, go back and ask Helen......

However, even if everyone is basically upstairs at the moment, it is either a wolf or a dog or a house-elf who lives here, and their ears are all smart! From the moment Maca didn't deliberately suppress the sound, it was destined that someone would appear soon.

Sure enough, the first person to appear in the foyer was Kreacher, a house-elf who lived under the kitchen boiler. He has been in this old house since he was born, rarely runs outside, and knows everything about it.

With a slight explosion of "crackling", his small figure immediately appeared in front of Maca, and then bowed deeply.

"Honorable Mr. McLean, old Kreacher greets you......"

"Well," Maka nodded at him, "what about Sirius?" Did he go to the Leaky Cauldron tonight? ”

"Oh...... Yes, of course he went......" Kreacher was still hunched over, and after answering Maca, he continued to mutter, "Mistress is not filial son, of course he doesn't want to stay here...... But he should also be aware that the mistress doesn't want to see him dangling here either......"

Seeing that this black house-elf was still the same, Maca couldn't help but smile helplessly.

At that moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs at the end of the hallway. Not long after, a demure girl still in a nightgown walked down from the second floor with an oil lamp.

"Lena," Maka looked up, "woke you up?" I'm sorry...... Lupin should be there, though, right? Help me get him-"

Halfway through the conversation, he paused, but shook his head again: "Forget it, I'll go by myself...... Kreacher, you go to the Cauldron for me and call Sirius back, and say I've got something for him to do! ”

"Yes, honorable Mr. McLean, old Kreacher is going—"

The house-elf was always extremely submissive, even if he didn't really want to see Sirius, the only nominal owner, but he disappeared without saying a word.

And Maca, led by Lena, walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"Tuk-tuk."

Since the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix, Lupin has lived in the old Black House. He and Sirius, the old brother, had nowhere else to go, and it was nice to have each other's company now.

But when Maca suddenly heard a suspicious little commotion in the room with his knock on the door, he suddenly felt that maybe Lupin would soon move out.