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In fact, Sirius should not have been seen in St. Mungo for the past two days.

Due to the recent disappearance of Helbo, he has temporarily left with Lupin, who had visited Kingsley, and is currently on a covert tour of the city of London.

So, when Maca noticed Sirius suddenly appearing around the corner, he couldn't help but frown—could it be that something had happened again? So fast?

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him hurrying over, Maca immediately beckoned to him.

"This way—"

"Maca!" Hermione pursed her lips and said.

Seemingly aware that something might be happening, she was a little upset with Maca's past behavior of beckoning Sirius. Obviously, no matter what happened to her, she was going to listen to it too.

However, when Sirius saw this, he immediately waved his hand quickly.

"No, no, it's not like that." "Nothing," he said, "except for a couple of guests from Hogwarts—I just picked up an owl from school at the door, and Professor McGonagall told you to go back." ”

"Guest?"

Seeing Sirius looking at her, Maca immediately asked.

"Yes, guest." Sirius nodded, "The professor said you knew—a guest from Fort Blois, France. ”

"Oh!"

When Maca heard this, she suddenly nodded her head as well. But Sirius still didn't seem to look away, and kept staring at himself, which made him a little concerned.

Is there anything else you can't say in front of everyone?

"Okay, I see...... I'll go over it. ”

After saying this, he suddenly realized one thing - the whipped cream that was wiped on the face by little Cathy just now is still hanging on his face!

"Hey! Why don't you remind me! ”

Maca muttered sullenly as she raised her hand and waved it, and the cream immediately melted and disappeared like snow.

Harry and the others on the side then snickered and said:

"Don't we think you know!"

Until this point, even Sirius couldn't help but laugh with everyone. Only Maca pondered with some distress, was she facing the mother and daughter with this face in the ward just now?

"I'm supposed to keep it for later......" Luna said with a look of pity.

"Alright, alright, I'm leaving."

……

Recently, the snow has stopped falling.

But compared to London, which has already cleared the snow, Hogwarts is still snow-white. Except for a few places where there seems to be a sign of melting snow, it is still a winter scene.

After lunch today, while Professor McGonagall and the other wizards who had stayed at the school were still resting in the cafeteria, Filch, the janitor, suddenly hurried in.

"Headmaster, Headmaster! There were guests, from France, and with a lot of entourage...... Looks magnificent......"

Seeing Filch hunched over and trotting over, McGonagall replied softly, signaling that she had heard.

Filch had also seen the men of Beauxbatons in France, especially Madame Maxime's tall stature, and there was no reason why he could not remember it.

Since it wasn't Beauxbatons who came, who were the so-called "French guests"?

"Felius, Pomona, come with me to take a look!"

Because according to Filch, there seemed to be a lot of scene outside, and it was McGonagall who simply called Flitwick and Sprout together.

If it weren't for Slughorn's absence at this time, the old man would have called along.

The three of them went out from the main entrance of the restaurant and walked all the way through the vestibule to the school gate, only to find that the "French guests" on this trip were actually the owner of Fort Blois and Willy, who was still on leave of absence.

"Oh! Mr. Blois, welcome to Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall immediately opened the door and smiled, "Please come in, it was Filch who was rude—he hadn't seen you when you came, which made you wait outside for so long." ”

As the Blois family, which is almost the dominant family in the French wizarding world, Professor McGonagall naturally does not slack off.

Although when Mr. Blois sent Willy to Hogwarts, Dumbledore was in the hands of Dumbledore, she was just watching.

"Oh, it's okay," said Mr. Blois calmly outside the school gate, "just wait a little while, it's nothing...... I'm also worried about whether we're coming early, and I wonder if we're disturbing the professors' lunchtime. ”

"No, it's just the right time - we're having dinner and we're resting!"

Professor McGonagall said as she invited Mr. Blois into the vestibule.

As Flitwick went to entertain some of the family retinue that Mr. Blois had brought with her, McGonagall smiled at Willy, who was following her.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall." Willy nodded silently.

However, of course, McGonagall didn't know about Maca's lifting of the curse on Willy. So she didn't realize that it was an unusual thing for Willie to still be as expressionless as before at this time.

"Good afternoon, Miss Blois."

After greeting Willy, McGonagall turned to Mr. Blois and said:

"Excused me from school because of Miss's physical condition, right? She seems to be in good spirits today, has she recovered? ”

When Mr. Blois heard this, he bowed slightly.

"Yes," he said, "of course, I'll have to talk about it in a moment...... Specifically, it is related to Professor Macra McLean from your school. ”

"Oh, really?"

As soon as Professor McGonagall heard him mention Maca, she quickly guessed the context of the matter—Miss Willy Blois was a student of the same class as Maca, probably because he had gone to France to help out.

Since Maca's ability to run around the world is no less than that of Dumbledore, if he can't see him, maybe he will have slipped away to the other side of the world.

For McGonagall, to be honest, she's more or less used to it.

"I'll let McLean know in a moment!" McGonagall said as she walked, "Mr. McKel must know the situation in London, it happened to be the Christmas holiday recently, and McClain has been treating the injured in St. Mungo's Magical Hospital......"

"Is that so?"

Mr. Blois knew Saint Mungo, of course, and knew the circumstances of the disaster all the better.

But these days he only cares about spending time with his daughter, so the information about Maca's temporary appointment as a healer at St. Mungo's is still eating dust on his desk!

"I'm sorry, I've been busy these days, and I don't know that Mr. McLean is still in the hospital to treat the injured himself......" He paused and said with a slight hesitation, "Otherwise, let's go over there and find him, right?" I'm afraid I'll delay him—"

"No, it's all right," McGonagall shook her head, "I know the situation on his side, St. Mungo's state has almost returned to his usual state these days, and most of the patients' injuries are well controlled. ”

"Oh...... I hope it doesn't bother him," Blois said earnestly, "in that case, Professor McGonagall can speak to him, and don't rush over if anything—"

Speaking of this, he seemed to glance at the lakeside inadvertently, and then there was a faint trace of emotion on his face.

"Speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore's body, was it placed over there?" Blois was very touched, "If you can, please take me over to see it!" ”

When Hogwarts held Dumbledore's funeral, he was not present for some reason. Now that he was here again, he would never miss the opportunity to pay his respects to the great wizard.

Not to mention, the Blois family has some old ties to Dumbledore.

"Of course, no problem, please go this way."

A short time later, Blois led Willy and McGonagall to the ice coffin that Maca had forged for Dumbledore.

Through the perennial cold, everyone could see Dumbledore lying on his back.

After a long time, Mr. Blois bowed deeply, and then could not help sighing.

"It is said that true shamans never have a fear of death, and that all they think about is how to solve the mystery of death...... It's just a pity that I probably have a hard time understanding the reasoning. ”

In fact, if he has to say, he himself doesn't have much friendship with Dumbledore, after all, it was his father who had dealings with Dumbledore in the Blois family, not himself.

But even so, a good wizard is always something to be admired. It may be that Blois relied on his family heritage and is not inferior to Dumbledore in some ways, but that is not his own talent and ability.

"When it comes to magical research, it's probably only Marka that can be compared to Dumbledore, right?"

Blois thought for a moment, but finally shook his head wordlessly.

After that, the father and daughter went to the dining room under the leadership of McGonagall and sat down with everyone.

At Hogwarts, the long tables in the dining hall are largely removed from other places during the holidays. As a result, the hall, with just a few round tables, looked quite bright.

After Professor McGonagall told Filch to deliver the letter at the owl hut, everyone naturally sat down together and drank afternoon tea.

After a few casual conversations, Mr. Blois finally got to the point.

"Actually, there are three main reasons why I'm here this time—" he said with a little solemnity as he put down the teacup in his hand, "but the 'three reasons' actually stem from the same thing. ”

"The other two will talk about it later, but now I'll talk about the first reason! Well, I know that the British wizarding world has been plagued by the ancient wizard Helbo during this time, so I have brought a group of wizards from my family today. ”

"They will help you and defend Hogwarts, a school through the ages."

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