Because Maca's apparition problem has never been resolved, he now thinks about making portkeys everywhere he goes.

He had previously made two of his way from Beauxbatons to Durmstrang on his way through Germany and Denmark so that he could have them at his disposal when needed.

Of course, this can't be said casually, after all, the control of door keys is very strict. Even if he could control the fluctuations of his magic power and prevent some of the Ministry of Magic's detection methods, it would still be troublesome if he was detected.

The Portkey is a very convenient means of lodging, not only is it easy to craft, it can be moved accurately, and it can even be easily transferred in groups, so it's no wonder that the Ministry of Magic keeps this thing under control so tightly.

Right now, Maca was like the previous times, holding a festive-looking red (****) in his hand, and when the space suddenly distorted, he disappeared into the grove outside the school gate in a blink of an eye.

Maca went to Berlin, Germany, which is very close to the Polish border. Unfortunately, Hagrid and Madame Maxim are located on the border between Poland and Belarus, not with Germany.

After 4 hours and 20 minutes on a broomstick, Maca finally crossed Poland and reached his destination.

"Lead the way! Bub...... Go to your master! ”

Maca landed between a ravinely mountain range, and pulled out a cute little bird from the pocket on the inside of her robe.

It was Madame Maxim's pet, a white-cheeked warbler who was good at long-distance flights.

I saw the little guy standing in the palm of Maca's hand, his head spinning twice, and with a pleasant chirp, it flapped its wings and flew to the left front.

Seeing this, Maca immediately leaned forward and followed with a broomstick.

In fact, it was already very close to the troll community, and after just over ten minutes, when Maca followed the little guy over a ridge, she immediately noticed some signs of troll activity.

Those stupid big guys with low IQ and very large bodies will always leave a very eye-catching mark on their movements.

And because they always like to break some trees of the right size as a hunting weapon, they will often pull the branches with their hands, and the leaves are everywhere they pass.

No, it didn't take long for him to see a lone troll. When the maca passed over it, it was still lying on all sides on the grass, snoring and sleeping!

"It tastes so good...... You can smell it from so far away......"

Trolls are world-famous for their foul smell, which can be said to be an "alternative" weapon. Maca hurriedly flew a little higher, and then hurriedly continued to fly forward.

It can be seen that the further you go, the more traces of the troll's activity become, and this valley is undoubtedly the habitat of that troll community.

After following Madame Maxim's white-cheeked warbler for a short distance, he finally saw some trolls moving in groups.

They looked almost ten feet tall, their skin rough and dull, but their muscles were quite developed, as if they were made of clumps of granite.

As Maca had seen a few times before, they had small heads and very thick legs, with two long arms that could barely reach the ground.

Most of the trolls were gathered in three or four of them, sometimes making their own simple communication, sometimes clumsily but unusually powerful, fighting each other with a "thump" thump.

For any modern wizard, this is a rather primitive and brutal spectacle.

In the distance, in the middle of the valley, on the edge of a steep hill, there were some extremely rudimentary wooden trellises. A big man, apparently bigger than the other trolls, was lazily napping under the largest trellis full of hay!

Seeing the white-cheeked warbler flying towards the troll that was obviously the leader without hesitation, Makha put away the broomstick under him and completed the transformation of Animagus on the way down.

……

"Orim, we're running out of food, and if we don't go out, we'll starve to death here...... Otherwise, I'd better go out and get them away, right? ”

In the cave, Hagrid and Madame Maxime huddled in a dark corner, neither of them seemed to be in good spirits.

"No, there are so many trolls out there that it won't be useful if you can lure some of them away...... And...... That's too dangerous. ”

In fact, the two of them are actually not much different in height from the trolls, who made them giant hybrids?

However, unlike the trolls, Hagrid and Madame Maxime were apparently much more intelligent, and could even use magic. Correspondingly, their physique is no match for that of the trolls.

A few days ago, when they were attacked by trolls, they relied on Madame Maxim's magic to escape to this cave, but the number of trolls is a bit large.

They're stuck here, and they can't get out.

Truth be told, Hagrid had wanted to go out and be bait more than once, but Madame Maxim, who was still sane, did not approve of such a foolish act.

Just when both of them were tired, there was a sudden loud noise outside the cave.

"Bang!"

At the same time, a figure familiar to both of them appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Hey!" Maca greeted the two of them naturally, "Are you alright?" Do you need to eat something first? ”

Before the words fell, there was another "bang" outside, followed by a roar of trolls, as if something was fighting the trolls outside.

"Oh, no...... You're here at the right time, and if you don't come tomorrow, we'll really have nothing to eat!" Hagrid struggled to his feet and stooped over to Maca, only to find that he could not give her a hug in the low cave.

"Really? That's good......" Maca nodded to Madame Maxim inside, then waved to both of them, "then get ready, we should leave in a moment—after I say hello to the 'old acquaintance' outside." ”

"Old acquaintances?" Hagrid said strangely, "A troll? ”

"No kidding, I can't be friends with those stinky guys......" Maca said with a relaxed smile, "didn't you see him when you came in?" Hagrid, you know that too. ”

Seeing that both of them were well, Maca said as she went out of the cave.

At the booth where the two were talking, the sound of battle outside did not stop for almost a moment, and it seemed that the battle was raging.

When Hagrid and Madame Maxime cautiously squeezed to the entrance of the cave, they found that the wooden trellis outside the cave had completely collapsed, and the leader of the trolls, who had been lying lazy inside, was now fighting an unknown creature of the same size.

No, it's probably a creature that's wrong, because the big guy that's half a body taller than a troll is made of rocks all over.

"Look there—yes, there it is!"

Maca leaned against the stone wall at the mouth of the cave and pointed behind a group of trolls on the opposite side.

"Huh? Who is that? Hagrid craned his neck and said, "Maka, you just said that I know that person?" ”

Behind the battlefield of the troll leader and the golem, there were more than a dozen ordinary trolls with large bodies, and just behind them, a man in a tattered cloak was half-sitting on the ground, one hand still holding the big thick leg of the giant monster next to him.

"Yes! Don't you see? "Look at the scarf around his neck—that's our Professor Quirrell, remember?" ”

"Quirrell—you mean, he's Quirrell? That little unlucky bastard? ”

Hagrid was obviously surprised, he knew about Voldemort's possession of Quirrell, but everyone thought he was dead, but they really didn't expect him to be alive!

"That's right, it's Quirrell...... It seems that his legs and feet are not very good, you stay in the cave first, and I will go and talk to him for a few words......"

As she spoke, Maca had already raised her leg and walked over there.

"Stop—"

As Maca walked past the side of the battlefield and came to the trolls unconcernedly, a hoarse voice came from under the tattered hood, but it was impossible to hear anything like Quirrell.

At the same time, the dozen or so trolls immediately let out a commotion, and the violent factor stirred in their bodies.

"Purr-swoor-sss

Another inexplicable sound sounded beneath the hood, sounding like the language of a troll.

Soon, the trolls were quiet again, and though most of them were still shaking their strong bodies impatiently and howling at Maca in menacing, they didn't immediately rush at him.

"Professor Quirrell, it seems that at least in the discipline of Defence Against the Dark Arts, you are qualified." Maca looked thoughtfully at the uneasy trolls and said casually, "Do you mean...... Don't you remember me? Professor Quirrell? ”

"Are you...... Who? ”

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to recognize herself, Maca couldn't help but look down at herself.

"Not to mention, it's been a pretty fast development in the last few years...... he shrugged, "I'm McKellen - Marca McLean, remember?" ”

"McLean?" The other party repeated the surname, and then suddenly let out a hoarse and low laugh, "Hmph...... McLean, I didn't expect ......"

In that burst of laughter, there is endless complexity. It seems to be hateful and regretful, and it seems to be mixed with memories of the past, and the meaning of vicissitudes is overflowing.

"That man...... Are you back in the UK? ”

He looked up, his eyes hidden in his hood, and seemed to be staring at Maca.