“…… So, if I want something, I'll just let me pick it up myself! ”

Seeing that the man in the Muggle coat didn't seem to want to say anything, Maca spread her hands and walked forward.

The man seemed to be the leader of the group, and as far as Mr. Smith could remember, it seemed to be the case.

Maca thinks that he might be able to get a more comprehensive answer from his head.

However, this man is probably not very fond of being looked at at his memories...... Oh, yes! If you have to say, who likes this kind of thing?

After only two steps forward, Maca immediately saw that the other party had aimed the wand in his hand at him, and then a powerful spell light shot straight towards him.

"Oh!"

As Maca reached out, the spell exploded in front of him as if it had hit an invisible wall.

And in the next moment, Maca grabbed her outstretched hand back again.

As you can see, the wand pointed directly at him seems to be bound by an invisible silk thread, and it is suddenly pulled into her hand by Maca.

"Seriously, I don't want to hurt anyone at all, I just want to find out if the organization behind you will affect my life." He took the other party's wand, spread his hands, and said, "If the answer is 'no,' I don't bother to care what kind of nonsense you're doing......

As she spoke, Maca suddenly waved her hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I've been getting a little upset lately, and this feeling is always simple-minded......" he sighed, "yes! How can the answer be 'no'? You are connected to that alchemist, so from the second that bald head appeared in front of me, you were bound to set foot in my life. ”

At this point, Maca snapped the wand in her hand into two with a "click", and then dropped it at her feet.

"Don't toss, let me take a look, and then you can go wherever you want—" he said aloud, "yes, it makes me feel like a movie villain!" ”

In fact, Maca really didn't understand what their group was doing.

These men were well-trained and decisive, and the purpose of their actions was clear—to find a way to get to Azkaban through the doors of the Ministry of Magic.

As for whether you want to rob the prison or ask questions, it's not sure yet!

But what puzzled Maca the most was that these guys didn't show any violent tendencies like the Dark Wizard from beginning to end, except for the mission.

It doesn't matter if they're disciplined, constrained, or even just because they don't want to cause more trouble in the British wizarding world.

But as the fragments in Smith's memory showed Maca, these people were as peaceful and self-disciplined as ordinary people in every detail, which had to make Maca wonder.

“…… Come on! ”

Maca walked up to the other party and was about to reach out to control him, but saw a sudden flash of determination in the other party's eyes. And in the next moment, a wave of mana that was as violent as magma boiling spread out from the other party's body.

"Don't ...... Near...... I ......"

"Huh?"

Maca suddenly noticed that the body of the guy in front of her seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

Beneath the coat, his muscles trembled as if they were all shivering, and his shoulders, chest, arms, and thighs began to swell everywhere.

"Animagus deformed?"

After a few glances, Maca suddenly stretched out her hand, and an extremely powerful levitation spell lifted the opponent's entire person off the ground.

Even if it was a particularly rare ability, he didn't have the habit of letting the enemy show it in front of him.

It's a good time for Maca to take care of the gods - because this guy's expression is hideous, and his eyes are so wide!

The next moment, Asaph, who was forcibly lifted into the air, finally had no choice but to make eye contact with Maca. Immediately, his body, which was still trembling, squirming, and expanding, shook violently.

But just a few seconds later, Maca frowned and threw the guy back to the ground.

"What's going on?"

In the few seconds just now, what Maca saw was only a large expanse of vague memory scenes. It's like ...... This man is forcing himself to forget everything about the past.

But Maca knew that it was impossible—there was no sign of the Oblivion Charm just now.

And when Maca was puzzled, still staring at the guy on the ground, he found that the other party continued to swell and grow. Soon, the other party's muscles became more and more knotted and strong, and they had already broken through the clothes and were exposed to the air.

This scene doesn't really strike Maca as bizarre, as some wizards with larger Animagus forms always have this kind of situation when they are transformed.

But Maca didn't think it was an Animagus transformation - this guy's transformation process was a bit long, and the size seemed to be ...... A little too big?

"Roar—"

Suddenly, a roar sounded from the other party's throat, and at this time, Asaph had become a huge body nearly three times the size of ordinary people. If you want to say what he looks like now, you can only say that this is ......

"Hulk who forgot to paint himself?" Maca tilted her head and muttered to herself subconsciously.

But then, in response to him, there was a violent fist wind!

"Oh!"

Maca's reaction was quick, and his speed was even faster. A huge fist suddenly swept in front of him, bringing up a strong current of air that ruffled the ends of his hair on his forehead.

But other than that, the sudden attack didn't have any effect on him.

"The fists are heavy, and the power is a lot...... The shot is also very fast......"

As he pondered, Maca waved her right hand as well, and a strong stun spell struck the opponent's strong chest with precision.

But after taking the blow head-on, the man who had suddenly become extremely muscular did not even take half a step back. No, not only that, but that guy actually sprinted straight to Maca's side!

"Bang!"

It was the sound of the other party kicking the floor, heavy and terrible as a troll pounding the ground.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to pose any threat to Maca with physical strength alone, as Maca can achieve much faster speed than him.

Maca slammed the window and jumped out, and the sturdy guy broke through the wall as easily as a child pushing through the blocks.

It wasn't long before the two sides were chasing each other on the wide grass outside the mansion.

"Oh, the owner of this house seems to be the head of the Portkey Office?"

While observing each other, Maca took the time to glance up to the third floor of the house, where there were clearly spectators behind a few windows who were still admiring the farce.

"I can only hope that he can get a signed document from Scrimgeour about compensation......

The reason why Maca is still so leisurely here is probably because he needs to distract himself a little. Because he felt as if he had found some rather surprising suspicions in the "big man" behind him.

In fact, it can be seen from the appearance of the other party that the guy still maintains a humanoid body structure. If it's just size, a swelling spell can achieve a similar effect.

But judging by the overall strength of that guy, there is only one similar creature, Maca, and that is the giant!

Yes, even the giant's close relative, the "Troll", could not have taken the stun spell of Maca Shicai unscathed.

And to accomplish such an astonishing metamorphosis...... For example, the Animagus, which can only transform into a non-magical species, can almost be excluded.

With this confirmation step by step, there are fewer and fewer possibilities that can make Maca think of it. But instead, he tried to guess something from this ability.

Maca still doesn't know anything about the mysterious organization behind him, so he has to grab everything that might be a clue as much as he can.

Fortunately, while the possibilities are decreasing, his thinking has also become clearer.

“…… Could it be that wizards can really transform into giants? ”

……

While Maca was happily "walking" on a certain grass with a big guy, a very ordinary civilian airliner was slowly slowing down and descending on the runway of London City Airport.

It didn't take long for the plane to come to a steady stop, followed by a black car driving straight to a position not far from the plane.

Immediately, four men in suits opened the car door and stepped out of the car.

"You guys wait here, I'll pick up the boss."

When one of them said this, the other three immediately nodded, and they all leaned back in the car and waited quietly.

As for the one who spoke, he immediately turned around and hurried towards the ramp of the plane.

At this moment, the passengers on the passenger plane happened to be walking down, but they saw the man in the suit shake his sleeves slightly, and a magic wand immediately slipped into his hand.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it gently, and saw that the passengers immediately rushed to the disembarkation gate of the airport as if they had suddenly remembered something.

On the contrary, the man walked up the steps of the gangway to the plane.

After a moment, the other three people who had been leaning on the car suddenly stood up straight, turned their heads and looked at the plane in unison.

It turned out that the companion who had just boarded the plane had already come out, and in front of him, there was an old man in black in a wheelchair.

"He-Man...... Ahem, Asaph'......"

"Oh, I don't know," replied the man without waiting for the old man to finish, "but I think...... The situation should not be very optimistic......"

"Really......" the old man nodded calmly, "Ahem...... It's right not to be optimistic......"