When the house-elves living in the kitchens of Hogwarts met the elves of Old Lack, who was in the company of freedom, Maca thought they would argue for at least a while.

But in fact, the scene of the first meeting between these two groups of elves was unusually peaceful.

The house-elves kept to themselves, and after greeting Old Luck and the elves politely, they went back to preparing dinner. As for Old Luck's performance, it was even more indifferent than the house-elves.

“…… They have masters, and we are free, don't they? Old Luck looked at the house-elves who were going back and forth on the stove, and said calmly, "As long as there is a purpose, an agreement, and a job to do, the elves will have no problems." ”

Of course, Maca could not quite understand this concept of life, which was completely different from that of humans, but he could not completely deny it because of this.

At first, many people thought that the reason why the house-elves served the wizards was because they were defeated and captured, but now he learned of another possibility from the mouth of old Lac. Therefore, no matter how irrational the facts in front of us are, there will still be certain reasons behind them.

Of course, Hermione will definitely still work tirelessly for the rights and consciousness of the house-elves, and he Maca, when he can, will still help more or less.

Sometimes, what the truth is is not so important. Because whenever we make what we think is the right choice, who knows if it's just our own wishful thinking?

Of course, you will regret doing something wrong, but the most regrettable thing is usually "not doing it".

Just like Maca now, when he watched the two groups of elves doing their own thing, they didn't talk to each other at all. To be honest, he did think it was a bit silly, but it was much better than regretting that he didn't bring them with him.

"So, let's go!" Maca beckoned, "I have to show you where you live, and then assign you a task...... Come with me! ”

When Maca led them out of the door again, the house-elves in the kitchen muttered in a low voice.

"Look at those horrible elves - they're clothed! It's horrible! ”

"Not really! Where did Mr. McLean find them? ”

"Shhh Oh! Idle elves who blame poor ...... But don't approach them. ”

……

After settling the elves of Old Lack, Maca finally returned to her office.

To be honest, the school year is not completely over, but there are so many things he has encountered that he feels a little numb.

Originally, a Voldemort was tossing around in the British wizarding world, but after some twists and turns, he finally had the ability to firmly suppress the other party. But now, another Greenwald has come out to make trouble.

The two generations of Dark Lords didn't talk about first-come, first-served, and rushed to him to block his way, so that he didn't even have the right to choose to avoid.

However, although these two top dark wizards of different eras have already stood on the opposite side of Hogwarts, they do have very different concepts. Judging by the clues obtained so far, it seems that they did not come together, but chose to go their separate ways.

This can barely be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Christmas is approaching, and Professor McGonagall has announced the date of Dumbledore's public funeral. It is conceivable that the period leading up to the official funeral, although certainly still turbulent, will certainly be uneventful on the surface.

In other words, in the first half of this Christmas holiday, Maca was able to take a break.

After packing up some of the necessary items he had left in his office, he sat behind his desk and flipped through his notes for a moment before pacing slowly.

There was still snow outside, but the wind wasn't as strong anymore. The snowflakes were light and fluttering, falling on the snow of the lawn with a slight chill, and they did their little bit to pile up the whiteness.

Looking up, the front court of Hogwarts was white, almost the same color as the rolling mountains and clouds outside, making people seem to blur the sense of distance.

Most of the students had already signed their Christmas lists, and when Maca stood on the steps in front of the gate, the young wizards who passed by would say "Merry Christmas" to him, and then walk in groups to the carriage parked on the side of the vestibule.

Maca looked at them and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for herself.

Rather than being a professor who fights for students, he actually wants to be a student who only needs to bury his head in his study life. But his student days seem to have ended too early.

Shaking her head slightly, Maca put these worthless little feelings behind her, and creaked out of the school gate through the snow.

It wasn't long before a space on the deserted street in front of Grimmauld Place suddenly distorted, and Maca's form was quietly revealed.

He opened the hidden Black Mansion and pushed open the door and walked in.

Mrs. Weasley seemed to have returned, at least Makka didn't hear her usual shouting. Thus, the portrait of Sirius's mother was still covered with a curtain, and no sharp and high-pitched curses were uttered.

There are more people here, but there are fewer people, but overall, it's a little more deserted.

Marca had just stepped through the hallway through the thick carpet and had not yet decided where to go, when she saw a small figure sitting on the steps of the stairs.

"Ishla?"

The carpet silenced the sound of Maca's already light footsteps, so much so that it wasn't until he opened his mouth that Isla, who was alone in a daze, noticed his arrival.

"Maca!"

The little girl stood up suddenly, and then hurried to Maca's side, grabbing the sleeve of his robe.

"You...... Here it comes. ”

Maca stroked her hair lightly, a slight smile on her face.

He still liked the child, at least Isla, unlike the children in the same situation, who still did not abandon hope in the midst of despair. And strong children will always make people feel good.

In Isla's clear gaze, Maca crouched down and took a good look at her.

"You're still so thin, have you eaten well?"

Isra nodded timidly, the excitement she had felt when she first met Maca faded, and the silence she had used to had returned to her.

Maca didn't care, because the other children must have been more silent than Isla—he could easily have seen it without even looking.

For these children, it will take time to slowly settle down if they want to return to the personality of normal children.

Just as Maca was about to try to say a few words to Islado, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, regular and light, most likely Lena.

Sure enough, as soon as Maca looked up, she caught a glimpse of the familiar figure through the gap in the handrail of the staircase.

"How are you doing?"

Although his contact with Black's old mansion had never been interrupted, and he knew most of the situation here, it was impossible for him to write down the trivial details of life and convey them to him in a cipher report.

As one of the de facto leaders of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca felt that it was necessary to learn about everyone's lives.

Lena is still so serious.

But after hearing Maca's inquiry, she didn't answer immediately, but waited until she stood in front of Maca properly, and then calmly responded to Maca's inquiry just now.

"It's comfortable to live here, and it's also safe. Leni always says it's boring and wants to go out, but she doesn't really hate it. Mrs. Weasley was very nice to us and Lenny loved her too......"

Although Maca was asking her, nine out of ten sentences from her mouth were about her sister. For this werewolf girl with a sister in her head, Maca is out of the question.

"I already know about Lenny," Maka said, nodding, "and what about yourself?" ”

"Me?" Lena never seemed to realize what she was thinking, and after Maca asked, she thought about it for a moment, "...... I'm happy to be in the kitchen every day. ”

"Okay!" Maca shrugged her shoulders and gave up her continued questioning, "What about Sirius?" His body must have almost recovered, right? Where is he now? ”

"He's gone shopping for Christmas presents on the street, and he'll probably be back in the evening." Lena replied.

"What about Lupin?"

Maca nodded and asked, but before she could speak, Lupin and Tonks appeared at the door of the reception room.

"Here we are!" Lupin said loudly, "Merry Christmas, Maca! ”

"Yes! Merry Christmas! Tonks also said hello, "Are you alone?" Didn't you bring some other people with you this time? ”

"It's Christmas, everyone should go home and reunite, where is the effort to come here!" Maca smiled and said, "If you want me to see, it's better to have no one here, that's good!" ”

Maca's casual quip words couldn't help but arouse the emotion in everyone's hearts.

If there is no one here, there are only two possibilities. Either the world is peaceful, or their faith is completely shattered.

And for now, the possibility of achieving the goal is not small.

"I hope so!" "This year's Christmas wish, that's it!" ”

Several people looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. With a wave of her hand, a Christmas tree decorated with magic lights appeared in the foyer, adding a warm atmosphere to the room.

"Let's have a relaxing Christmas first!"

Maca's words made a trace of warmth rise in the hearts of everyone present.