“…… His name was 'Asaph', and he was a companion to that Miriam. ”

"The same Miriam who was picked up by Maca at Hogwarts?"

"That's right."

In this makeshift ward, which had been ordealt with several hardships, Kingsley, who was on Sirius's shoulder to support his body, was looking at the man on the ground with a thoughtful gaze.

And the information about this man gradually came out of his mouth.

"Actually, there's not a lot of information about these two men," Kingsley whispered a little weakly, "at least a lot of their files are blank...... Judging from some hints from Maca, they seem to have a special identity, so at present, only Maca herself is clear. ”

"Maybe it's not that special?" Sirius thought for a moment, then said, "Look, Maka sent that Miriam to Hogwarts - I see, it's more about 'protection' than secrecy now, right?" ”

Kingsley listened to Sirius's words, and then nodded slightly:

"It's also possible...... Recent developments have changed all too often. Maybe today you are trying to keep things secret, but tomorrow you need to make it public......"

As Sirius mentioned before with his reference to "whether or not Helbo's existence needs to be announced to the public", the situation is always subject to change depending on the status quo.

To be honest, Kingsley, the head of the Auror Office, is also under a lot of pressure from the current wizarding world.

"Anyway—"

He put aside the other thoughts in his mind for a moment, and corrected the topic that had deviated slightly.

"St. Mungo's is now temporarily closed, and even if he knows that this is Miss Miriam's companion, he can't invite her right away. All we can do now is stay here and protect as many injuries as possible. ”

As he spoke, Kingsley subconsciously glanced over his shoulder, and then couldn't help but shake his head.

"Well, what are we talking about ...... now," he said with a little helplessness, "Sirius, and Miss Sinista and Miss Granger—I'll leave it to you." ”

"You don't have to," Sirius smiled, "and it's not just us—Hogwarts has been a lot better in recent years than it used to be!" Everyone is working hard! ”

"yes!"

Not far away, Hermione, who was still writing something with her head down, echoed.

……

However, when it comes to hard work, there is one person who seems to be on the verge of trying in the wrong direction.

At this moment, in the underground corridor of St. Mungo, two boys were standing facing each other. One of them was puzzled, as if he was still a little puzzled as to why the other party had brought him here, while the other had more hesitation on his face.

"Harry, what's going on? If there's anything I need help with, just say it......"

Obviously, it was Harry who called them down, but he repeatedly hesitated. And the one he called down was undoubtedly Neville.

"Harry," Neville continued, seeing that he didn't speak, "you know—I used to be very introverted, and I was often bullied and teased by the Slytherins. But it's because of you that I feel the warmth of my friends in my life at Hogwarts......"

"You, Maca, Hermione, Ron...... There are many, many people who have been good to me, and I remember every single one! Suffice it to say that without you, I am afraid that I would be even more cowardly than I usually appear. If that had happened, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to become the person I am now. ”

"So, if you have any difficulties and need me, please speak up! Just for the fact that you are my forever friend! ”

Yes, Neville had really changed, at least Harry had never seen him so reliable. Harry would never have believed that one person could have changed so dramatically in the past.

But it was because of the other party's heartfelt words of "a friend" that Harry felt more and more heavy.

He had brought Neville to the corridors of the underground storeroom, naturally so that Neville could try the Gryffindor Sword. When the time comes, as long as he seals this place, presumably Neville won't cause any terrible accidents even if he loses control.

However, when Harry arrived in the hallway with Neville, he became worried again.

It was clearly a very inappropriate act - after all, he was only trying to pick up the sword, and he had never even really succeeded, and he knew too little about it.

Even Maca has said that to practice you have to be alone, and it has to be done in a room where you need it. It would be extremely irresponsible for someone like him to want to give Neville a try.

“…… Well, we are friends forever. ”

Harrimore replied softly with the brim of the Sorting Hat in his right hand, and then said:

"Neville, I...... There is indeed a conundrum. You know that, too! It's just that I'm practicing how to use the Gryffindor Sword......"

"Ah, yes." Neville nodded, "Did you hit a bottleneck?" It's like when you practice the Patronus Charm, you can't summon the Patronus no matter how much you swing your staff? ”

This is the biggest bottleneck that Neville has ever experienced, so when he mentions "bottleneck", he immediately thinks of the distress that he has been practicing for several years but has not been able to find a way.

But in Harry's ears, the word "patron saint" is a big wound for him today. When these words came out of Neville's mouth, the irritation on him became even greater.

After taking a breath, Harry leaned back against the wall in the hallway, and continued:

"Yes, bottlenecks...... In fact, I've been able to hold on to the hilt of my sword for a lot longer than I did when I started. But I found that the longer I could keep it, the more I didn't dare to pick it up again......"

"You know what? The first time I had an accident, I almost killed Luna...... The second time, I didn't hesitate to stab my sword at Hermione! And all this, only I know nothing. ”

"I know I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day when I have to pick it up, my sword will fall on every friend!"

"But...... Even so, I want to take up this sword like Gryffindor and fight for protection. I don't want to hide behind anyone else, that's not my ...... at all."

“…… Harry. Neville blinked, and after a moment said earnestly, "So, since you asked me to come here, it means that I must be able to do something, right?" What do you want me to do, say it! ”

"That's right......"

Harry hadn't thought about anything other than letting Neville test his sword at first, but now, another thought had crossed his mind.

"Neville, tell me - how did you summon a lion Patronus?"

When Neville heard this, he immediately hesitated:

"Do you want to summon the Lion Patronus too...... Although I want to help you, I don't understand such profound principles of magic! If it were Maca, there might be a way, but I really can't do it......"

The members, including Neville, also studied according to the analytical materials given to them by Maca.

If there was any difference in the learning process between Neville and Harry, Harry actually had more experience in spell-casting after being taught by Maca himself.

Of course, Harry knew that.

"No, I...... To tell you the truth, I did think about summoning a lion Patronus," he confessed, "but we all know that the image of a Patronus is difficult to change by our own will. ”

"So I don't want you to tell me if there's any trick to summoning a lion...... I wonder what was in your mind when you summoned the Patronus? I...... I need more courage and confidence! ”

"Oh, this! No problem, I can tell you everything I know. It's just that you'll have to wait a minute, let me think about how I felt at the time...... At that time, everything was chaotic......"

Neville seemed to be a little tired from his feet, and he followed Harry against the wall, frowning and beginning to recall the dangerous scene.

And then, as the two of them spoke and listened to each other, they were so focused that neither of them noticed a small inaudible movement in the depths of the hallway.

The voice...... It's as if something has cracked.

……

Like the big guys in St. Mungo, Maca is still working tirelessly at Fort Blois.

Mechanized work always causes a lot of fatigue, not only physically, but also mentally. Even with his tenacity, after repeating a nearly identical action thousands of times at a moment, it was difficult for him to concentrate as much as he had at first.

The sound of Maca's breathing seemed to gradually become a little heavier.

But fortunately, he has been doing boring research of one kind or another all these years. Although there was no time like this that lasted for more than ten hours without interruption, if he had to force his patience, he felt that he could still hold on.

And more importantly, although the repetitive work is extremely monotonous, it will gradually increase the speed after getting used to it.

Judging by the current progress, he thinks that the end time of this first phase may be even earlier than originally estimated.

But at one point, he felt a sudden heat somewhere in his arm, which made him immediately stop what he was doing.

When he rolled up his sleeves again and looked at his forearm, a strange and strange pattern had appeared in the middle of the blue symbol ring from before.

"Did you finally go in? In that case, it can be ......"

Just as Maca raised her hand as if to do something, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly paused again.

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