"McLean, you're finally back! Do you know? The owl can't find you—we're all going to die! ”

"I'm going to rush back as soon as possible, Hagrid and they're still transferring the giant tribe in the deep mountains and old forests!"

"Transfer the Giant Horde? Oh no...... Let's not talk about that, you come upstairs with me! Let's go check out Kingsley! ”

"Ah, right...... What happened to Kingsley? What happened during my time in the UK......"

It's been two full days since the night that fooled the giants.

When the giants with all the limbs and simple minds thought of Hagrid as the messenger of the ancestors, Maca observed it for a while.

As soon as he had explained everything to Hagrid and Madame Maxime, he hurried back with the portkey.

But when he first went back to Hogwarts for a spin, before he could take a breath, he learned that something seemed to be wrong with the Order of the Phoenix.

Since the situation seemed to be urgent, he went to the old Black house without stopping. Immediately afterward, he was grabbed by the wrist by Mrs. Weasley, who was staying at home, and staggered upstairs.

“…… At first, he was just sluggish, but within two days, he also had an aimless desire to attack. We can't help it, we'll have to use magic to get him under control first-" Mrs. Weasley muttered, her face filled with worry from the very beginning.

“…… It's in this room. ”

The two stopped in the door of a small bedroom in the corner of the third floor, and Mrs. Weasley gestured to the closed door.

"Hmm." Maca nodded slightly, and then unscrewed the doorknob without hesitation.

When he opened the door to the small bedroom, he saw a tall figure locked in enchanted handcuffs and shackles. When Mrs. Weasley lit the magic lamp in the room, the darkness in the room was completely dispelled in an instant.

Controlled by both magic and physics, is Kingsley Shackle, whom Maca has long been familiar with.

However, although his appearance has not changed at all, Kingsley's gaze is completely different. In those eyes that should have been soft and forgiving, all Maca could see was madness.

The dark-skinned wizard in front of him tried to stand up as soon as he saw someone enter. At the same time, with a "bang" of the iron chain, he was pulled and sat down on the floor.

"Kingsley!" As she walked forward, Maca stared into the other's eyes and shouted, then frowned slightly, "...... Well, no reaction? ”

His gaze did not take off Kingsley's eyes, but his hands did not stop. I saw him touch his waist, take out a syringe, and after pulling out the needle cap, gently prick it into Kingsley's fixed hand.

“…… I can't feel the pain," he said, reaching out and shaking it in front of Kingsley's eyes, "and the vision is ...... Not? So why is he 'staring' at me? ”

While Maca was examining Kingsley, Mrs. Weasley kept recounting the recent situation.

Maca listened distractedly, and then realized that all of this was caused by the anomalous case about the "mad wizard" last time.

In fact, in the days since Maca left the British borders, there have been several similar incidents.

With no apparent cause, five wizards from different regions have fallen into intermittent madness. And the original wizard has even reached the point where he will only be quiet for a little more than ten hours.

Because this series of cases is very likely to be some conspiracy that Voldemort is planning, the matter is urgent, and when Maca cannot be contacted immediately, Kingsley, who was already in charge of tracking this case, went out to investigate it for several nights in a row.

However, at that dawn just over two days ago, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, who were sitting around the kitchen for breakfast, waited only for an elite Auror who looked lost his soul.

After that day, Kingsley's condition deteriorated rapidly.

Although he was no longer able to communicate with people as soon as he returned, he was at least able to react to people at the time, such as staring at people walking around, or babbling some syllables of unknown meaning.

But it didn't take long for him to completely become a fool who would only collapse on the ground and drool.

And the day before Maca returned, Kingsley finally attacked aimlessly. It's just that his symptoms are very similar to the mad wizard in that series of cases, so in a state of preparedness, there is no injury caused by it.

“…… It's just that Kingsley's appearance has hit everyone quite hard," Mrs. Weasley has long since lost her former style, and now she is telling with all seriousness, "especially ...... Last night, Sirius snuck out......"

“…… Is it? Hearing this, Maca subconsciously looked back at her, "It's okay, I have a way to find him, but the most important thing at the moment is to find out Kingsley's physical condition first." ”

At this point, he pulled out a dark brown potion bottle from his waist, but did not immediately uncork it.

"Mrs. Weasley, please cover your nose and hold your breath," and after the other party did so, slightly confused, Maca also took a deep breath, pinched her nose with one hand, and then uncorked the bottle with one hand.

Immediately afterward, he shook the mouth of the bottle under Kingsley's nose and pressed the cork tightly.

"That's it."

When Mrs. Weasley heard this, she gently lowered the hand covering her nose, only to notice that a rather pungent smell had spread throughout the room.

"Oh-Merlin is on top, what does this smell like." She couldn't help but cover her nose again.

“…… Have you lost your sense of smell too? Or ......" Maca, who was talking to herself, didn't look back, he just casually explained, "It's a kind of scent mixture that can be used to repel creatures with a keen sense of smell...... Of course, I don't think you will want to know about the specific ingredients......"

"Hmm......" Mrs. Weasley paused and asked instead, "How's Kingsley doing?" ”

"It's hard to judge for the time being, but it shouldn't be caused by black magic...... At least not ordinary black magic. ”

After much tossing, Maca wiped off the rune array that had been temporarily drawn on the ground, and then left the bedroom with two syringes of Kingsley's blood sample, and walked briskly to the potions preparation room in the basement.

"Mr. McLean? You're back......"

"Huh? Maca big bastard? ”

At the staircase on the first floor, he happened to meet the Leni Lena sisters.

Not to mention anything else, at least the state of the werewolf sisters doesn't seem to have changed: the older sister Lena is still calm and calm, and the younger sister Leni still calls him "the big bastard" with her mouth shut.

"Oh, R-Ann?" Maca had just spoken, but when he saw the figure coming out of the corner behind them, he was suddenly stunned, "...... Ah, Miss Tia? Are you finally willing to come out of there? ”

"Ma ...... Cornelian...... Mr. McLean, I ...... That one...... Good afternoon. ”

When Tia appeared in Maca's sight from around the corner, she was wearing a new set of female wizard robes. The long black hair was loosely tied around her shoulders, which added a little to her ordinary appearance.

It's just that her cowardly appearance is the same as before, and there is not much change.

"Well, good afternoon." Maca smiled slightly, then turned to Lena, "Is there anyone else at home?" Do me a look around, and bring me to the Potions Room—if there's no one, come by yourself! I need a careful Potions assistant......"

"Okay."

Lena nodded lightly, as always, and answered submissively. But she was just about to turn around when she heard Tia's voice with some surprise.

"Mr. McLean...... I...... I can...... Is it? ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Maca stopped her steps and continued to walk downstairs, and stood on the steps and glanced at Tia.

"Oh...... Is it? Of course......" he thought for a moment, then nodded, "Lena, it seems that there is no need...... Miss Tia, come with me! ”

With that, he said no more, and continued on the steps leading to the basement. Seeing this, Tia seemed to be slightly uneasy and folded her hands and squeezed them, so she immediately followed.

The whole old Black house has been renovated by everyone, and it has generally become a lot brighter and warmer. Even the living room on the second floor, which had not been touched for a while before, has now been completely cleaned up.

But in this basement, it was still dim and cold, except for the faint blue flames that twisted and jumped in the magic lampshade on the wall, emitting a cold light without a trace of temperature.

But that's a no-brainer, as there's Maca's remodeled potions preparation room and magical materials storage room underneath.

In order to eliminate all environmental disturbances as much as possible, not only is the interior equipped with constant magic, but even the corridors and aisles will never be slack.

Maca walked briskly in front of her, her steps steady and powerful; But Tia, who was following him in a hurry, seemed to be deeply resistant to the environment here, and shrunk her hands and feet when she walked, her lips were subconsciously pursed.

"Huh? Oh...... Don't be afraid, it's fine. Maca could hear the messy footsteps behind her, "By the way, is Miss Tia familiar with Potions?" ”

“…… It's okay, I can't learn any other subjects...... On Potions...... I'm quite interested. Tia paused, then hurried a few more steps to catch up with Maca.

"That's right...... Oh, is that why you want to meet Professor Snape? ”

As she spoke, Maca paused at the last second door in the underground hallway, then took out her wand and tapped lightly on the door without a keyhole or handle.

With a soft "pop", the door suddenly twisted, and then burst like a soap bubble pricked by a needle, disappearing between the door frames.