Overnight, the scorched earth beneath London was thick with smoke and ruins, and most of the black market residents hurried away from the land of right and wrong.

Speaking of which, no matter how numerous and powerful the elves were, it was unlikely that they would be able to compete with so many wizards, let alone banish them almost unscathed.

But that's the way it is, when danger comes unexpectedly, most of what everyone thinks is:

"I just need to run faster than the idiots behind me."

And what Maca is using is this strange psychology that seems a little subtle when you think about it.

In fact, most of the things that Maca had the elves bombard with spells were vacant mansions in residential areas, and then they were basically cast on the open spaces at the end of the crowd.

If there is any injury, it is clear that there is...... But when the wizards who escaped from the black market searched left and right for their relatives and friends, they found that almost none of them had lost their lives inside.

As a result, some rumors that seemed to be similar began to spread.

"Dick, you know what? This chaos is actually caused by the Ministry of Magic, and they are trying to break up the forces in the black market, perhaps preparing to take the black market and transform it into a new wizarding colony! ”

"Shet, don't mess around there! If you want me to see it, it must be that some dark wizard forces have joined forces and plan to form a group to occupy the black market......"

"Look what you're talking about! Dick, Shet, let me tell you! I've got the latest news from my uncle, who is the head of the Auror office—"

"Shut up, Demet! Is there anyone in the whole black market who doesn't know that your uncle is a ...... seller?"

Of course, rumors are always a bit bizarre, and no one takes them seriously. As long as they can satisfy their after-dinner pastime, their mission will be completed.

As for what to do with these wizards who have escaped from the black market, this is what Scrimgeour should be thinking about.

And Maca's concern is actually some people in the black market.

"Mr. McLean...... Today's ...... Thank you. ”

On the banks of the River Thames, Maca strolled along the riverbank, her mind full of Helbo's. Behind him, Asaph, who had just recovered, was being supported by Miriam, following in unison.

When Maca heard Asaph say thanks, she just raised her hand and waved it, and didn't even look back.

"Instead of thanking me, think about what to do next. Don't think I'm really going to take you in - I don't have that idea, I don't have that interest. ”

When he said this, his expression looked a little strange, but the two people behind him couldn't notice it.

"Oh! We are already very grateful if you can help us once regardless of your previous suspicions, how dare you ......"

"Asaph!"

Seeing that he had been thanking Maca all along, Miriam's expression was a little annoyed.

To be honest, although she also has a slight affection for Maca, in her heart, everything that "Grandpa Laven" explained is what she values the most.

And the task given to her by "Grandpa Laven" is all about fighting against Maca.

"Not to mention that you disobeyed your boss's mission instructions, and now you are thanking the enemy again and again. You ......" Halfway through speaking, Miriam subconsciously glanced up, and Maca's back swayed slightly in her field of vision.

"Thank you once...... That's enough, right? ”

It seems that the conscience in her heart made her unable to say something too ungrateful after all.

However, Maca, who was walking in front, suddenly nodded after hearing Miriam's words.

"Miss Miriam is right, I'm still your enemy after all—as long as your boss doesn't change his mind, that won't change for the time being."

"Of course, I personally don't agree with your 'boss' idea!" - This sentence Maca just thought about it in her heart and didn't say it.

After a moment's pause, he turned around and shrugged at the two of them.

"Alright, it's getting late, so it's still ...... day," Maca stared at Miriam, as if inadvertently giving her a few more looks, "Well, anyway, let's go back and get some sleep!" ”

……

It's still deep at night!

Back at Hogwarts from the riverbank, if nothing else, at least the air was suddenly much lighter.

Maca thought that the whole castle should be gone. But when he raised his eyes, he found that the window of the principal's office was still brightly lit.

Hasn't Professor McGonagall slept yet...... Oh, maybe Charlotte is there too?

He wanted to go back to the office and lie down, but he suddenly felt a little ashamed, and then went all the way to the top floor of the main castle.

"Tuk-tuk."

If there's something urgent, Maca usually doesn't knock on the door. He was also able to come and go as he pleased, one of the few privileges he had since Dumbledore was still around.

But it's so late, I think it's better to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Professor McGonagall's voice rang out from inside the door, and the door opened automatically, and Maca walked in with her legs raised.

What he didn't expect was that there were more people in the principal's office than he expected.

"Maka, how's it going? Why did you come back so late? ”

As soon as he entered, the first thing he saw was Charlotte. She probably happened to be near the door just now, so by the way, she opened the door for him with her own hands.

"What's the situation...... Not bad, at least. ”

Maca smiled, and was about to go inside with her, only to find that Snape was there.

Snape had been home with his sister Tia on vacation lately, and tomorrow was the start of the week. Counting the time, could it be that Snape has been waiting here since he got back from home?

"Uh, good evening, professor......"

Seeing Marka, Snape just tugged at the corners of his mouth, snorted casually, passed by him, and walked out the door first.

Okay! You don't even have to open the door again.

"Professor Snape had only been waiting here when he heard of Helmo's presence. He is very knowledgeable, and knows that the dastardly Helbo is no ordinary wizard, and he is worried that you will need medical treatment if you are injured. ”

Charlotte followed Maca's side and explained a few words as she walked, but Maca's expression was a little subtle.

"That's what the professor said?"

Hearing Maca's question, Charlotte couldn't help but smile, and that unreserved smile reminded Maca subconsciously of some time in the past.

"No, I guessed......," she laughed, "Professor Snape couldn't possibly put it on his lips even if he thought so, so I'll have to guess!" ”

The two had not taken a few steps before they were about to reach Professor McGonagall's desk when she suddenly moved a little closer to Maca.

"Thank you so much this time."

This is the second time Maca has been thanked tonight, and let's be honest, who doesn't love being thanked? But somehow, these two successive thanks made Maca feel complicated.

Perhaps Charlotte felt the same way, so after thanking her, she immediately walked two quick steps to the front.

"Coming back?"

Professor McGonagall was visibly pleased with Maca's return, but Maca saw that her eyes were filled with accumulated exhaustion.

This time, Hogwarts was also involved a little bit, although it didn't take long and there weren't many students involved, but the huge name of "Hellbo the Mean" made it impossible for those who knew him to ignore it easily.

And voila! Even the portraits of the headmasters hanging on the wall, a pair of gray-black eyes glanced at Maca's body from time to time.

It's a pity that these principals are all after the four founders, and even if they have their own expertise, it is difficult for them to give their opinions in this situation.

It can be seen that Professor McGonagall will certainly not be under pressure.

"Well, I'm back."

Maca didn't know what to say...... For example, the matter of Helbo, or the affairs of the two ancient wizarding families, is actually not much related to Hogwarts.

If I have to say that it has something to do with it, it's the old man of Ewen Ravenclaw, but this can't be said casually.

Seeing a few more strands of frost under Professor McGonagall's peaked hat, Maca couldn't help but sigh a little.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall! I'll take care of this......"

Thinking that Helbo's goal seemed to be herself, Maca had an idea that she had thought about a few times earlier—should he officially consider leaving Hogwarts?

Just thinking about it, Maca quickly shook her head.

Not to mention other issues, the Monument of Bewitchment and the Mirror of Devouring alone are a big problem. Especially the latter, last time he took advantage of the opportunity of Helbo's loss of body to seal it, and now it is really not a wise move to unseal it.

"Sit down! I'll make you a pot of tea, warm yourself up, and then go to sleep...... Get a little more sleep tomorrow morning! You don't care about one more class or one less class. ”

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh secretly when she saw the thoughtful look on Marka's face—this kid was too tired to live, even more tired than she was the headmaster.

As everyone knows, Maca is also secretly lamenting her hard work!

"Oh, I don't think so." Maca laughed and said, "I still have to take class, you can't just give up on me because I always missed class in the past!" ”

As soon as he thought about the lessons, it dawned on him that by the next school year, Hermione and the others would be in seventh form.

"But you can still drink some tea......" Maca sat down on the chair next to her, and said in a soft tone, "Time flies so fast, even if I hadn't dropped out of school, it wouldn't be far from graduation." ”

"I'm going to make this tea! You've been busy all day, Professor, and I haven't done anything! ”

As Charlotte lifted the teapot from the side and walked briskly towards the fireplace, Professor McGonagall and Marca, young and old, looked at each other and smiled.

But at this moment, Charlotte looked down at the flames of the fireplace and let out a soft cry.