"Is this my life? He graduated from Hogwarts with 'excellent' grades in all subjects, joined the Legal Enforcement Department of the British Ministry of Magic at the age of nineteen, was hired as a professor at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of thirty, and was specially hired by Cosmic Broomstick Co., Ltd. at the age of forty as the leader of the research and development team of a new flying broomstick. ”

"In his fifties, he resigned to enter the Muggle world, spent a lot of time maneuvering with members of the British royal family, and gained the trust of the queen as the chief bishop of England in his sixties......"

"As a result, it has fallen to this step."

"Looking back now, I seem to have been busy and not had a moment to spare in my life, but how many things have I successfully done?"

In the cell of the little underground prison, old Davidson leaned against the cold wall, his heart already full of depression.

To be honest, he has hardly ever been so depressed in his life, and even if there are setbacks from time to time, he has always believed that he is a person who can achieve great things. And those who have achieved great things, how can they give up their ideals and persistence because of some small stumbles?

But this time, when he saw the confrontation between Maca and Helbo, he finally really saw the reality that he was just an "ordinary person".

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he is indeed no longer young.

"Kant must have been in front of Helbo, right? If Helbo would have paid attention to him...... Davidson pondered in the dimly lit dungeon with his eyes half-closed, but finally shook his head slightly.

"No, forget it! Even if Kant's kid can successfully negotiate with Helmau, it will be his chance, so what does it have to do with me? From the moment I was seen through by the prophet in advance, nothing happened to me. ”

Thinking of this, Davidson couldn't help but reach out and touch the large white beard on his chin, and sighed deeply.

But at this moment, he heard a "clang" sound outside—it was the movement of the magic elevator, and he had also taken it when he was brought here.

Realizing that someone had finally come down, he hurriedly dragged the shackles on his feet and hurried to the cell door, grabbing the iron fence and looking out.

……

"See what I do? Lead the way—"

When Maca came out of the elevator, she saw that the two wizards who were guarding outside were glancing at him, and she was so frightened that she took several steps back.

Ursula knew, of course, that she was the one who scared the two prison guards, so she subconsciously lowered her head.

Obviously, although she has made up her mind not to care about her appearance, she is still very nervous when she really sees others being frightened by herself.

This question has been bothering her for so many years, how can she really not care if she doesn't care?

However, it was clear that Maca didn't have the time to worry about these things for her. The two of them stared at Ursula in his arms as if they had seen ghosts, and couldn't help but shake their heads, then stopped paying attention to them, and walked quickly between the stunned two.

"It seems that the guards in your organization probably need to exercise a little more, with this psychological quality, it will be a big deal at a critical moment!"

It was only then that the two prison guards finally reacted, and hurriedly drew their wands and pointed at the back of Maca, who had already walked some distance.

"Stop, stop! Here it is—"

"Your prophet told me to come," interrupted Marka without looking back, "I am Marca McLean, who may have heard my name too. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he had already passed through the short corridor, turned a corner, and walked directly into the stone chamber at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he entered, he finally caught a glimpse of Davidson's old face, which was clutching the fence and looking out.

The days of imprisonment made this old wizard who was always very mentally embarrassed a lot. The gray-white messy hair was tangled, and the wrinkled face was dirty and dirty—although the robes on his body were not torn, they were just as dirty, and they were long since lost the cleanliness and tidiness of the past.

"I haven't seen you in a while?" Maca stood still in front of the other party's cell door and said calmly, "It seems that you are restless again?" ”

"McLean ......"

When old Davidson saw Ursula being held by Maca for the first time, his heart couldn't help but beat violently, after all, that terrible appearance is really quite a test of people's psychological endurance. But fortunately, he has lived such a long time no matter what he says, and he is not so frightened that his scalp is numb and speechless like the two guards just now.

What's more, there are many things that are far more important than seeing Ursula at the moment.

"McLean," old Davidson paused for a moment, then looked away from Ursula and looked back at Maca's face, "you...... Got it all? ”

"Know what?" Maka looked at the old man through the iron fence and said lightly, "Oh, you mean that 'whistleblower' plan you plan to betray everyone?" ”

"I-"

Old Davidson originally wanted to deny Maca's so-called "betrayal of everyone", but as soon as he opened his mouth and popped out a word, he swallowed all the words he tried to defend back into his stomach with a heavy face.

If you want to talk about "betrayal", although he certainly betrayed not "everyone", once the "bad idea" he came up with really succeeded, it will inevitably hurt many people.

"Yes, I betrayed you......"

"Me?" When Maca saw him say this, she immediately shook her head and said, "I didn't see you as a companion from the beginning, and you should know this in your heart, so you are not a 'betrayal' to me." ”

As she was talking, Maca suddenly paused, and then pouted:

"Yes, at best, it's just 'against me'!"

As soon as the words fell, before old Davidson could say anything, Maca waved her hand and put aside the "betrayal", "opposition" and so on.

"I don't have time to talk to you about this, let's get down to business!" "I've heard about your plan that you didn't have time to implement. So, I hope you can answer my question well—did you send someone over to Helbo's side? ”

"What?"

Old Davidson didn't even tell the prince about having one of his students go to Helmpo in his place, and even Ursula, the prophet, didn't know about it. But he didn't expect that Maca would reveal his last little abacus almost as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Isn't that weird?" Maca frowned slightly, "But the truth is, Helbo has sent his men to find you!" So I can guess this, so naturally it's not surprising, isn't it? ”