Coming out of the pig's head bar, Maca was still thinking about whether she should go to the Burrow or Lovegood's. But apparently he didn't have to worry about it anymore, for his owl Marfa had sent him a note.

It was a note signed by Minerva McGonagall, and it was simple - Mr. Newt Scamander had just arrived at Hogwarts and wanted to meet him immediately.

Judging from the timing of Marka's letter, it seems that Mr. Scamander did not come directly to Hogwarts after receiving the letter.

"Okay!" He nodded slightly, "I hope the wording of my letter is indeed tactful enough......"

Not much is known about the famous miracle biologist Newt Scamander. All he knew was that the old gentleman was a complete workaholic, and that he loved fantastic beasts very, very much.

It's just that in the wizarding world, many people seem to think that this accomplished old scholar is not so likable.

Because since he was young, he has been a bit of a loner, and he doesn't like to deal with people, but he loves to take care of his magical animals. As I get older, although I am better than in the past, I still don't seem to be very good at communicating.

Putting aside his academic ability, that's probably just a withdrawn little old man, right?

As she thought, Maca stepped into the spellbook and flew in the direction of Hogwarts Castle. It wasn't far from the school, and he soon entered the school through the main entrance.

More of the professors were still in Hogwarts on Christmas Eve, and they all seemed to be enjoying the aftermath of Christmas Eve dinner in the Great Hall. As for the few students who did not return home, most of them went to Hogsmeade Village after dinner.

When Maca pushed open the brightly lit auditorium door, the people inside looked at him.

He could see a strange old wizard sitting next to Professor McGonagall in civilian clothes. Tonight's dinner was not crowded with people, and eating at a long table would only make people feel empty, so a large round table was set up to eat.

"You're Mr. Scamander, aren't you?" Maca hurriedly stepped forward and said apologetically, "I couldn't go to your home to inform you in person, and I ask for your understanding......"

The old gentleman sitting next to Professor McGonagall was a little thin and didn't look very tall. The white hair on his head was slightly curled and seemed to be a little messy. It's just that those eyes are not cloudy because of age, and they are still full of attachment like young people.

Although he is nearly 100 years old, how can he feel a little old when he looks like he is in good spirits?

And not far from him, an old lady sat there. She looked a little sad, and a middle-aged man was comforting her softly.

"You're McLean, aren't you?" Seeing that Maca apologized as soon as she came, Scamanderley stood up, patted his arm and said, "That's not your fault, I know the current situation in the British wizarding world, I can understand it." ”

"Thank you," Maka said regretfully, "but I didn't have time to save your loved ones." ”

Scamander shook his head slightly.

"Before coming to Hogwarts, I had already been to the United States. To be honest, the situation was worse than I had imagined, and the Magical Congress of America sent the Aurors to clean up the manor and found a lot of suspicious people......" he said, frowning again, "I can see who those are......"

"It's the Silent One." Maca didn't hide anything, for he remembered that Scamander knew a lot about the Silent One.

"Yes! The Silent ......," Scamander repeated the word, "and the marks on their chests, which were astonishing...... Did Greenwald reappear? Not long after Dumbledore's death? ”

"Greenwald? In the United States? Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

"It's not clear where the first Dark Lord is now, but he does have a 'credit' to those attacks in the United States." Maca nodded, "That shouldn't be his main action, though. ”

"McLean, you know?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Well," Maca nodded again, "I've met him a few times, but each time it's not directly face-to-face – he's very careful. And...... It seems that there is some other purpose......"

"That's really bad news." Mr. Scamander frowned, a pensive look.

"Father, don't talk about that! You should consider Aunt Queenie's feelings! At this moment, the middle-aged man who was with the old lady suddenly raised his head and shouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" Old Mr. Scamander suddenly came to his senses, and looked at the old lady with a slight gloom, "Queenie, you ......"

"It's okay, I'm fine." The wrinkles on the old lady's face tightened, "Alas...... My poor little Zoe ......"

When the old lady spoke, Maca remembered something.

"Ma'am?" He hesitated, "Oh no, I mean, old lady...... Did we meet once at Jackson Trade Square? ”

"...... are you," the old lady thought for a moment, and it seemed that her memory was not so clear, and after a moment she nodded slightly, "Oh, that kid that night? ”

In fact, Maca met her at night, and it was good for the old man to be able to see his appearance clearly.

"I'm really sorry, old lady......," Maka said to her, bowing slightly, "about Zoe, I used the Replay Charm on the wand that took her life, and I had a conversation with Zoe's will because of it. Although it was only Zoe who was simulated by the spell, she was indeed brave and did not flinch in the face of her own death......"

“…… I wanted to convey some last words for her, but she didn't say anything about herself. In the last moment, she chose to try to reveal some truth to me instead of lingering on her own death. ”

Maca paused, repeating again, "She's a brave witch. ”

"Oh...... Little Zoe ...... "The old lady closed her eyes as she listened, as if she had seen that scene in her mind, and a little tear oozed from the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

She ...... What truth did she tell you? Scamander said with a little sadness, "I think we must know too, because it's the child's last words, isn't it?" ”

But Maca shook her head with pity.

"She couldn't tell it all," Marca sighed, "and just as the truth was about to be blurted out, Greenwald's will took possession of the dark wizard's body, dispelling the magical image of the replaying spell. And then he blew the dark wizard's body, along with his wand, to pieces. ”

“…… It's horrible. ”

McGonagall and the other professors in the room were a little terrified, after all, it was Greenwald. The series of horrific acts that spread across the European wizarding world at the beginning were deeply imprinted in the hearts of the old wizards.

Just as modern wizards fear Voldemort, who of their generation didn't grow up listening to Greenwald's murderous name?

"No wonder, that's ......," Scamander said solemnly, "I know some people from the Magical Congress of America. I went over there to claim Little Zoe's ...... Alas...... That's when I heard someone talking about the manor, saying that there was a stone chamber in the basement that was soaked in flesh and blood......"

"yes!" Maka nodded, "I was warned by Hogwarts that I might have been able to stay there and hand over to the American Aurors." ”

Of course he had to say so, though he wouldn't have stayed at the manor anyway. Dealing with the Aurors in that situation would have taken a lot of time, and he wouldn't waste his energy on things that didn't mean anything to him.

"You're right, as it is, Hogwarts can't have an accident." Old Mr. Scamander said, looking around the auditorium again, and said with some nostalgia, "This school is for the whole British wizarding community...... The significance to the entire European magical community is very significant. Especially after the teacher leaves, the safety here may even be linked to the safety of the wizarding world. ”

He was also a student at Hogwarts, and like Marka, he was a Hufflepuff. When he was at the school, Dumbledore was only a Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts.

Coincidentally, he and Maca had one thing in common, that is, they didn't make it to Hogwarts. But for them, both young and old, Hogwarts is still their most memorable alma mater.

Students like Maca and Mr. Scamander, there are many, many more at Hogwarts. It can be said that the wizards trained by this school are all over Europe in the true sense of the word.

If one day, this school collapses for some reason, and the people and things involved in it are unimaginable.

"Kid, you've done so much for Hogwarts," Scamander said, turning his head and putting his hand on Marca's shoulder, "I'm not just here for little Zoe's business. Since little Zoe can also work hard for the future of the wizarding world, I, Newt Scamander, will naturally not be left behind. ”

"Father, you're so old—" dissuaded the middle-aged man, the son of old Mr. Scamander.

"So you're coming?" Scamander looked at him and asked rhetorically.

"I-"

"You can't." "You have your wife and my grandchildren, who are not yet adults," interrupted without hesitation, "and you have to take care of them—but I can." ”

He paused, pulled his spell from his bosom, looked at it and sighed, "This wand was kept by Professor Dumbledore for me, if it weren't for Professor Dumbledore, I wouldn't have been able to keep my wand when I left Hogwarts." Without it, where would I be now? Where will you be? ”

At that time, the European continent was still in place with a wand licensing system. That being said, the British Ministry of Magic has not been as strong in enforcing this measure as the Wizarding Congress in the United States.

Of course, without a license in hand, it is certain that you will not do the same.

“…… After Mr. McLean has described the situation, you can go to rest! Tomorrow you'll take your Aunt Queenie home, and you'll find a way to get in touch with your cousin and his wife. "I'm going to stay here and I'm not going anywhere." ”