"Let's talk about it first, I'm not interested in being the Minister of Magic......"

Who would have thought that a witch wandering around the sky would still be her fan?

Speaking of which, Maca herself has no idea about being famous. It's just that because of what he is doing, he must and must have a certain reputation to be able to hold on.

Unexpectedly, he actually got a vote for him, an "outstanding young wizard of our time", who had a good impression of him.

And the new secretary to the minister named "Frena" in front of him is one of them.

After hearing Maca's casual expression of disinterest, she immediately added:

"Well, why don't you want to be Minister of Magic? We in the British wizarding world have just lost the great Mr. Dumbledore, and we need a new generation of powerful and responsible men like you to suppress the evil and rid those terrible dark wizards who have revived! ”

Can you say that "she is worthy of being a girl who entered the Ministry of Magic as a minister's secretary"? This is a set of words, and at first glance it sounds very reasonable.

Looking at this girl who was mediocre in appearance, but her ideological consciousness was surprisingly high, Maca couldn't help blinking inexplicably.

"If I had been Minister of Magic, I wouldn't have time to do what you said......" he spread his hands, and then turned to him, "Well, don't talk about that yet...... Mr. Scrimgeour asked you to come to me? What did he say? ”

Obviously, the top priority at the moment is to deal with the matter in front of us first, and the rest have to stand back. Yes, he quickly put aside the words of this little fan girl......

Oh well! When it comes to age, I'm afraid this is still a "fan sister".

"Ahh

After Maca's reminder, Frena remembered what she was doing, and hurriedly handed a copy of the report sheet that Scrimgeour had asked her to hand over.

Mr. Scrimgeour didn't say anything...... He just told me that if you have anything to say, I can tell you on your behalf. ”

Maca reached out and took it, glanced at it hurriedly, but it wasn't long before she slipped the report sheet back into Frena's hand.

After all, it was only a brief description of what happened here, not only had it been a long time, but it was far from being as clear as what he had seen on the scene.

Looks like Scrimgeour thought he was still at Hogwarts!

"What, what's wrong? Why don't you take it? It's me...... Am I doing something wrong? ”

When Frena saw that Maca had handed it back, she thought she had done something wrong. Even though Maca had already been stuffed into her hand, she still didn't dare to accept it, and hurriedly pushed it back.

Seeing this, Maca could only cry and laugh and say, "Haven't you read what is written on this piece of paper yourself?" So how did you make all the way to me? ”

"Oh...... I just, listen to my colleagues......"

Frena hurriedly looked down again, and then whispered.

"Alright...... You're here anyway, and you won't be able to leave for a while. You and this Muggle gentleman should hide here for a while! Remember not to fly into the sky again, be careful to fly your life......"

At this point, Maca didn't say anything more, just reminded her, and then glanced back and forth around the buildings, roads, alleys, etc.

Probably seeing that Maca seemed to be looking for something, Frena didn't dare to bother him anymore, and finally finally fell on little Victor on the other side.

"You...... Are you a Muggle? ”

"What melon?"

"Uh...... It means people who don't know magic, and we wizards call you ......"

Maca had only spoken of wizards, but had not mentioned the term "Muggle" for ordinary people who could not do magic. Of course, the term "Muggle" was not as discriminatory as "Mudblood", and he simply didn't mention it.

Hearing that Frena behind her naturally explained some things about the wizarding world on his behalf, Maca couldn't help but be a little surprised.

As a wizard at the Ministry of Magic, it was quite rare to be able to tell a Muggle about the wizarding world like this.

It seems that the future work path of this rookie secretary will not be smooth.

However, not to mention how bumpy Frena's career will be, she saw that Maca, who was searching everywhere, suddenly turned her head in a certain direction, and her eyes froze.

And in the next moment, his staff suddenly appeared in his hand, and a faint stream of magic slowly floated straight towards the "Dementor" that was still hovering in the air.

"Stay here, don't run around! Wait until I get back—"

After dropping a casual word, he slammed his feet and leaped high from the edge of the roof. In the blink of an eye, he stepped on the magic book that he had thrown out and rushed out in the direction he was staring at.

This sudden scene surprised the two melon-eating crowds behind him, and even after his back was invisible, the general came back to his senses.

"Oh...... I said, "You wizards fly so fast, won't you be afraid?" Little Victor said in surprise, "I also experienced it just now, and I was so scared that my soul was almost gone......"

Beside him, Frena, who was also stunned, immediately shook her head.

"No, a wizard like Mr. McLean who can fly with a book in his hand is probably counted in the whole world! Not to mention flying so fast......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw that the "Dementor" near the tall building opposite suddenly stopped circling as if it had been stimulated by something, and suddenly lowered its head and swooped down to the ground.

But at the same time, the flow of magic that Maca threw out at the beginning has also arrived!

Seeing only the previously invisible stream of mana, as soon as it touched the dementor, it quickly turned into ice crystals. As a cooling rune faintly flashed, a large area of frost immediately began to spread from that point.

Then, before it could speed up its downward rush a few more minutes, a terrible cold snap had already spread through its entire body. Even the black cloak on its body, which had been flowing before, had been reduced to a white crust under the erosion of the frost.

"Whoa—"

The "Dementors", who were supposed to be born unbound by gravity, eventually fell in a hurry under the attraction of the earth, and fell out of a piece of crystal ice slag.

"Did Mr. McLean wave his cane over there before leaving?" Frena stood at the edge of the roof, cautiously peering, and said subconsciously.

On the other side, little Victor, though not as close to the edge as she did, was also looking at it with his neck stretched out.

"I used to compare it to a 'child', and my husband said my analogy was wrong...... Now it seems that it is really ...... I'm afraid it's not even as good as a 'child'? ”

However, it turns out that the "Dementor" that looks quite special is definitely stronger than the "child".

Just as the Scotland Yard police officers under the tall building dodged the fall, and then slowly surrounded it, the "Dementor", whose body was covered with frost spots and his cloak was shattered, suddenly struggled and twitched again.

Not sure what it was, the cops didn't dare to underestimate it - after all, it was a guy who could hover and fly high in the air in a form that defied the laws of physics.

Just looking at the soft and flowing black cloak before it, those who don't know probably think it is swimming in the water!

Just as the police officers in riot gear surrounded it and some of them were about to test it again, the closest police officers suddenly felt a strange dizziness.

"Leave! Get out of that guy! Stay away! ”

Almost at the same time, a voice rang out from the crowd on the periphery.

……

In fact, the things over there can be put aside for the time being, and for Maca, the casual thing he gives is just a passing. But if he hadn't existed for that guy, he wouldn't have what he has now.

In fact, the reason why he left suddenly was precisely because under the continuous vigilance and wait-and-see, a subtle magic fluctuation from afar was captured by him.

And the target of that fluctuation is the so-called "Dementor".

There was no doubt that Maca was sure that it must be an order from Helbo to the fellow.

Therefore, after thinking of this, he immediately set off and quickly tracked down the location where the magic wave was cast.

I remember Frena talking about wizard flight.

In fact, today's maca can fly even if it doesn't use a book as a carrier if it wants to.

Just like Helbo, even his subordinates who have been transformed through soul transformation can fly off the ground without the help of foreign objects, and Maca is naturally no problem.

It's just that it takes more attention and a lot of magic to do, so he'd rather keep flying with a book.

At this moment, he was stepping on a magic book, flying rapidly towards a Muggle building. The strong currents were blocked by an invisible arc of shields, pouring out around him, and they were all left behind.

And right in front of him, a magic loomed in a window—that was his destination.

Based on Helbo's behavior to this day, Maca is almost certain that Helpo himself was not in that room. Maybe he was there just now, but now you want to talk about it...... That's probably already a trap.

It's a pity that Maca isn't worried about any traps now, he's worried that he's not fast enough!

"Bang!"

With the crunch sound of glass shattering, Maca didn't even hesitate for a moment, and crashed head-on into the room.

In the next second, a blinding light burst from the room, illuminating all the windows in the room.

In the next second, Maca flew out of the broken window again, carrying another "special edition Dementor" with a slightly different appearance.