"Oh, McLean, you look like you're getting taller again!"

Coming this way was Remus Lupin, who was still destitute and did not know where he had been in the past few days.

But at least he seems to be in good spirits, and he should be doing well.

"Aren't I developing?" Maka said, pointing to Tonks beside her, "Nymphadora Tonks, the new Auror of the Ministry of Magic, a rising star in the British wizarding world. ”

"Uh...... Hey there! Nifa ...... Well? Lupin tossed the name in his mouth for a while, and found that it was not really appropriate to call it, "Ahem...... I'm Remus Lupin. ”

"Call me Tonks!"

Obviously, Tonks himself didn't like the name very much, and it always conjured up some anachronistic vulgar appellation (1).

"Is Sirius here?"

Marka didn't have time to dwell on Tonks' name, he looked into the back room, only to find that there was indeed another person inside, but it was clearly not Sirius.

That's a ...... Well...... How so? It's a man who almost blends in with the darkness!

Uh, well! Actually, he's just a dark-skinned wizard......

"Shakel?"

Maca was surprised that this elite Auror was able to come here in the middle of the night.

Or if a man is bald, he will become stronger! This tall auror, who has no hair on his head, is a master of catching dark wizards as he may name, and he is also quite knowledgeable in other matters.

At this moment, he was hunched on the table writing something, and as soon as he heard his name called, he immediately looked up.

"Mr. McLean?"

Both are meeting for the first time, but they can be regarded as having known each other for a long time. Maca has seen the name "Kingsley Shackle" in various event files; As for Shackle, the name "Marca McLean" is synonymous with "Big Trouble".

"From this day forward, I don't have to worry about Mr. McLean and your affairs......" Shackle's voice sounded deep and solid, giving it a sense of stability, "after all, we can be considered on the same side." ”

Maca shrugged her shoulders with a smile and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for your trouble...... But to me, this is probably just the beginning! ”

"Oh—that's not pleasant news."

Shackle shook his head slightly, and lowered his head to go on with his work. Recently, this stronghold has just been opened, and the Order of the Phoenix has only officially reopened today, so there are many things that need to be planned in detail!

At that moment, Tonks grabbed Maca's shoulder and poked in, then retracted.

"Why is he here?" Tonks poked her finger into Maca's lower back and muttered softly.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a boss in charge of you here?" Maca chuckled, "With such a good opportunity, I haven't learned much, Shackle is an elite Auror who is ranked among the best in the Ministry of Magic." ”

"......," Tonks pouted, "he's good at everything, it's just too stuffy." ”

Maca smiled nonchalantly, then looked back at Lupin.

"Hey! I said, how did you think about that proposal last time? "It's about going to that island to breed magical creatures." ”

"I guess it's better to wait until this is over!" Lupin spread his hands and said, "You're short of manpower here, aren't you?" ”

"Okay...... Oh yes! I remember coming here regularly to take potions, and I kept them in the potion cabinet over there. Maca gestured to the other side, then turned around and said, "Well, it's time for me to go back to Hogwarts to catch up on sleep, and I'll see you next time!" ”

"Dear Mr. McLean, are you leaving?"

Marca had just turned around when she saw the house-elf Kreacher appear in front of him, surrounded by a rag.

"It was presumptuous, but old Kreacher thought that the mistress was not happy to have so much filth—"

"Stop complaining, Kreacher." Maca said casually as she passed by it, "If you want Regulus's last wish to be fulfilled, you'll have to rely on them, understand?" ”

“…… Well, by the way, I'll do a big cleaning with you next time I have time...... It's also too dirty! ”

Kreacher craned his neck, glared at Tonks and Lupin as they stood in the doorway of the back room, and stepped aside.

"How can I trouble you, yes...... Cleaning ...... Old Kreacher can do it himself, do it himself......"

Under the reverent gaze of the elf Kreacher, Maca calmly left the old Black House.

"What's the deal with that house-elf?" Tonks turned around, only to see Lupin looking at the gate numbly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Lupin?" Tonks said strangely, "What's wrong?" ”

"Well......" Lupin finally came to his senses as she shouted, "that's Kreacher, who has served the Black family here since childhood...... You'll understand later. ”

Kreacher doesn't like anyone very well, and Lupin, who is Sirius's best friend, knows this for a long time - however, it doesn't seem to be a problem for McLean!

The two of them were about to go to the back room, but the door suddenly opened again. When they looked back, it was Maka who had gone and returned.

"By the way, I should have reminded you......" Marka stood in the gate and instructed inside, "There will be a lot of small movements on Voldemort's side in the coming time, just pay more attention." ”

After saying that, there was another "bang", and the door was closed again.

“…… Did he almost forget the most important thing? Tonks said with a cold hair.

"Who knows?" Lupin sighed.

The members of Dumbledore's anti-Voldemort organization are reuniting, and Voldemort's Death Eaters are already eager to try, and the turbulent undercurrents that were originally hidden under the calm surface of the lake seem to be about to start churning.

It is foreseeable that when the first undercurrent breaks through the water, no matter how faint it is, the ripples will spread to the entire surface of the lake at a very fast speed, ruthlessly breaking the tranquility of all the surface.

If Maca hadn't intervened in time, the previous case of missing people would have turned into a werewolf murder case, and the first wave of danger would have been formed.

Marka's current behavior is undoubtedly delaying the intensification of contradictions and delaying the outbreak of chaos.

As long as all the undercurrents remain undercurrents, even if they are ready to move and become unstoppable, the false peace can still bring him a period of relative peace.

Yes!

In order to be able to access the Monument of Bewitchment in a state of near-perfection, and in order to solve possible dangers without any doubts, he still needs time, and the more the better......

This night, Maca hurried slowly, but still only managed to get three hours of sleep.

It was not that he had given up his time to sleep because he loved learning and research, but that someone had come to him early the next morning on the big ship at Durmstrang.

“…… Professor Moody's? ”

When the Mad-Eye came to the cabin without saying a word, Maca was already sitting on the edge of the bed with her wand in hand, rubbing her eyes vigorously and yawning profusely.

"Do you still have time to sleep? The victim came to the door...... "The mad-eyed man muttered angrily, "Come with me, go to the principal's office......"

"Subject?"

With a wave of her wand, Maca put the clothes hanging on the hanger on his body one by one, and tied his belt. Then, he reached out and fastened the potion bag and the sundries bag on the table around his waist, and then followed the mad-eye man to the deck.

"Barty Crouch." The mad-eyed man strode forward with a cane, and said casually, "You kid is ruthless enough, have you done this kind of thing more than once?" ”

Maca followed him briskly, smiling wryly and shaking her head.

"I wish I had seen a life disappear under my hands...... Not everyone can be elated. He pouted, "In that regard, it's not easy to be a Death Eater through and through. ”

"Hmph...... If you know how to fear death, you will be stronger. The mad-eyed man said disdainfully, "Those bastards, obviously can't understand this truth." ”

"You can really say a few words of truth casually?" Maca couldn't help but complain, "From the perspective of magic theory, it's really ......."

Only a strong spirit can give birth to a powerful substance, and even the learning and application of regular runes begins with the experience of the spirit.

In this world, all magic cannot escape this basic theory, but each wizard always has a different understanding of it.

In the midst of casual conversation, the two soon arrived at the door of the principal's office.

When the door was quietly opened, Maca immediately saw Barty Crouch, the current director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

Compared with the meticulously dressed Mr. Crouch he saw at the opening of the Triwizard Tournament, he was now standing in the principal's office with his back on his back, his face was thin, his shape was skeletal, and the vicissitudes of life were overflowing.

Having lost his son "again", he is no longer as calm as he used to be, he is old after all.

"Mr. Crouch."

Maha calmly and solemnly walked up to him and leaned slightly towards him, showing the consciousness he should have.

No matter how evil Barty Crouch Jr. is and how devotion he is to Voldemort, he is still a father's child after all. Even if his father had never been competent, Maca should have apologized at such a time.

"It's me who sent your child away with my own hands."

Maca told the truth without the slightest hesitation.