The trench-robed wizard hesitated again and again, and Maca naturally saw it.

Although he has some points in his heart about what the other party wants to say and stops, he has no way of knowing whether something will happen after that, or what will happen specifically.

So to be honest, before Maca went down to the tenth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic, even with his usual composure, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

However, nothing actually happened.

“…… Isn't that weaker than the Black Death Apostles made by Voldemort? ”

In the dimly lit corridors outside the dungeon, torches flickered with a faint glow. And under the dim light, a figure seemed to have lost its own will, wandering aimlessly through the corridor.

As you can see, as the Auror named "Hankins" said, these people are indeed completely unchanged in terms of appearance.

That looks like ...... Sleepwalking?

At least it looks like it.

Standing at one end of the hallway, Maca glanced at the Muggles who had fallen in front of him—he had only appeared a few seconds earlier, alarming the mutated Muggles roaming the surrounding area.

Unexpectedly, although these guys have become quite amazing in strength and barely improved in speed, they can only be regarded as a group of Muggles after all.

When Maca was quick enough to dodge all the guys around her, she easily brought them all down with just a few slightly stronger spells.

"Well, you can't say that," he thought for a moment, and then said secretly, "If they get close, I'm afraid it will be fatal to ordinary wizards...... No, even the Aurors, who are not proficient in hand-to-hand combat, must be in danger. ”

"And then ...... 'wisdom'?"

He remembered that Hankins had mentioned the wisdom of the mutated Muggle Being. But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, it is really not much.

Therefore, although these alienated Muggles are not like the Black Death in the past - they do not have the black aura that can withstand the spell, once they are hit by the spell, it is basically equivalent to losing the ability to fight;

But to say that they are not in danger of this world is probably inappropriate.

Of course, in front of Maka, it didn't make sense for these mutant Muggles to come.

As she quickly knocked them down one by one, Maca continued to move forward in a rhythmic pace, inspecting every cell along the way.

It wasn't until he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor that he finally found the person he was looking for.

After knocking another Muggle rushing towards him to the ground, Maca stepped briskly into the cell and leaned down to examine each one by one.

It was a dozen or so people lying on the ground, all lying on their backs or on their backs, silently accompanied by the cold prison floor.

While in the conference room above, Maca learned that an Auror and a striker had been sent down to check on the situation, and had not been able to return in time.

And now, he has finally found these people.

The identities of these people can be well identified from the costumes, two Aurors, four strikers who specialize in fighting dark wizards, and the rest are mutant Muggles who have been knocked down or even killed on the spot.

And these Aurors and strikers have obviously lost their wands, and even four of them have had their arms broken.

Although there was not much blood in the whole scene, it also made those who saw it inevitably feel numb on their scalps.

"I guess I didn't expect these mutant Muggles to roam so widely, right?" Maca looked at the deepest cell and whispered to herself, "That's why they all chose to appear here, but they were all caught off guard." ”

After that, he searched the entire ten underground floors to make sure that none of the mutated Muggles were still standing, before returning to the conference room on the top floor.

In fact, since he went down to the present, it is just a time for a cup of afternoon tea.

"Mr. McLean, what are you...... Is it true that the following has already been dealt with? ”

There was no doubt a bit of nervousness in Scrimgeur's inquiry—judging by the look on his face, he was probably worried that Maca had discovered something new.

But instead of answering his hurried question, Maca turned her head slightly, and glanced in the direction of the trench-clad wizard who was still standing outside the door.

To be honest, what I just saw below is all too common, and even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will clean up the situation sooner or later.

For example, Neville is expected to be able to do it today.

But in this case, what does the repeated hesitation of the trench coat wizard represent?

After a little thought, Maca still hadn't come up with a reason, so she could only remind herself that the matter might not be over yet. At the same time, he turned back to look at the anxious Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour.

"There's no problem with that dungeon floor, go open the blockade and gather all the Muggles lying on the ground!" He said, "I didn't kill anyone except the Aurors and Strikers who had been sent down earlier. ”

At this point, Maca paused for a moment, and then continued:

“…… However, we must not be able to keep it here anymore. Help me carry them all to a cell, and I'll take them all somewhere else later. ”

Regardless of moral issues such as human nature, the subsequent inspections will definitely use those mutated Muggles. In order for this to happen again, further research is inevitable.

"Besides, get us something to eat! These days I have a lot of dry food in my stomach......" he said, turning back again to the figure outside the door, "Say what you want to eat, don't worry, Mr. Scrimgeour is in for a treat today!" ”

……

This incident can be said to have ended as soon as it happened.

Due to Maca's timely disposition a few days ago, those Muggles failed to change in the Muggle world, which was already a complete choke of the worst development in the cradle.

Now that I think about it, this is just the extent of the loss of six Aurors and Strikers, and even Scrimgeur, the Minister of Magic, feels a little happy.

However, the fact that someone dies is someone dies is still regrettable after all.

Especially Maca, if only he could have added more protection to his cell.

Of course, not to mention whether he was still silently savoring the heaviness of life in his heart while he was hurriedly filling his stomach in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic. At Hogwarts, Luna had just come out of the Headmaster's office.

"Let's go to class! Don't tell other students what you just said...... Oh, if it's Miss Granger, that's fine. ”

"Yes, Professor McGonagall!"

After admonishing herself, she returned to her office to continue her work, and then Luna turned and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

After a while, she held a few textbooks and ran briskly towards the ancient magic literature classroom.

Although Maca has left her job temporarily, she still has to take classes. In order to fill the void caused by Maca's departure, Professor McGonagall also wrote a letter to rehire Professor Barburing, who had traveled overseas to explore the ruins of ancient wizards.

"Tuk-tuk."

The students who were in the magic class heard a sudden knock on the door, and they all turned their heads to look over.

"Please come in."

Barburing is a rather nagging middle-aged witch who haunts her babble almost every time in her class.

But after returning to her position as a professor of the Ancient Demon Literature class this time, she had significantly fewer words than before.

In fact, many young wizards were actually speculating about whether it was because of Maka's achievements in magic literature that she felt so much pressure that she even became much more cautious in her lectures.

However, only a few professors, including Maca, knew that she had actually fallen under a curse at an ancient site in the Sahara Desert.

Although I have been treated, my tongue still can't be straightened!

"Professor Barburing, hmm...... I seem to be late? ”

Professor McGonagall had just told her at the door of her office, and of course she remembered it now. After blinking her eyes and thinking about it for a moment, she finally found a reason.

It's a pity that this reason is too mindless to say - after all, who would be late for most of the class?

"Oh," Professor Babling on the side of the podium pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and waved his hand helplessly, "Ravenclaw College deducts 2 points, remember the class...... Ahem, I mean, don't be late for the next class. ”

"I see."

Luna nodded slightly, then staggered to the seat next to Hannah, put down her textbook and sat down.

Not far away, Hermione, who was also in the class, stared at her with a rather concerned look until she passed by her table, and did not continue to look back.

However, her eyes were not looking, but Hermione's heart still did not let go.

Even if Professor Babling went on to talk about the ancient runes, and the details were based on what Maca had compiled and her own understanding added.

For students who love ancient magic texts, these basic theories are not even worse than Maca's.

Hermione, however, listened a little absent-mindedly.

She knew that Luna's absence in the afternoon must be due to Maca's disappearance, and the professors probably knew about it...... But what exactly did Luna do?

No, more concerned than what Luna had done, she was now more concerned about whether Maca would have returned?

Looking at Luna's brisk appearance when she entered the classroom just now, Hermione couldn't help but confirm her guess more and more.

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