Hagrid and Madame Maxim's trip was originally to find a huge group of people to negotiate, and Maca forcibly took the time to come over this time precisely because of this most important purpose.

So after a short break, everyone decided to act as soon as possible according to the original plan.

As for Quirrell, he and Maca had a rough discussion, and Maca brought him with him.

Quirrell had originally intended to use the trolls to form a force for self-preservation. Of course, in his original plan, he even planned to go back and toss around while Voldemort and Dumbledore were really fighting.

But he didn't expect that his state had been deteriorating, and his plan had long since come to an end. In the current situation, it is clear that he is the best choice to follow Maca.

Of course, since Maca has already run over, it is obviously impossible to go back like this.

Although Dumbledore had given the scope of the search from the beginning, in that case, it would have taken a lot of effort to find the giants who were far away from wizards and Muggles.

At this time, the more people you have, the faster your progress will be.

After entering the Belarusian border, the group decided that it would be better to go to the local wizarding world first, and Madame Maxim would have to buy a new wand for backup, right?

“…… Most of the wizards in Belarus are now concentrated in Minsk, which has been completely settled after the Muggle World War II and has been rebuilt a lot. ”

Madame Maxime seemed to be familiar with the situation, but of course, she was the headmaster of Beauxbatons, so it was only natural that she would be more knowledgeable.

Because Quirrell really didn't fit to take with him, after "moving" him into a Muggle inn and settling in, Maca and Hagrid followed Madame Maxime to a small gallery near Victory Square.

Probably because the whole city has just been rebuilt in recent years, most of the buildings are clean, and the architectural style here is simple and bright, which makes everyone's mood opener.

However, I don't know if wizards like to make the entrance to the wizarding colony mysterious, and this gallery looks very old.

Moreover, compared to the sunny outside, the gallery is not only a little underlit, but even a little oppressive because some of the aisles are too cramped.

"Oh, it's here, isn't it?"

Because Madame Maxim's wand was broken, it was now Maka who was in front, after all, it was still necessary to open the entrance.

When he walked into a gallery with blank frames stacked on both sides, he immediately felt a relatively obscure wave of magic.

“…… Well, is that here? ”

Without waiting for Maxim to reply, Maca stretched out her wand and shook it at a pure white painting hanging on the wall, and then, as if she had found something, she tapped lightly at the corner of the painting's frame.

Suddenly, a wonderful gray-white wave gradually spread from the canvas of the oil painting, impregnating a large area of the wall, as if it had been overturned with white paint, and even faintly transmitted a sense of ripple on the surface of the water.

"This is it," said Madame Maxim, and asked curiously, "McLean, you've been here before?" ”

Maca didn't answer, he just smiled back and walked inside.

The chill felt familiar, as it felt like walking through the pillars at the entrance to the nine and three-quarters platform at King's Cross Station.

When Maca stepped inside, she felt her vision blur for a while, and then a sudden feeling of enlightenment.

After passing through the entrance, you will see a brick paved road that can drive two carriages side by side. On both sides of the road, buildings are lined with buildings that are very different from those of the British wizarding world.

Although it doesn't look too big, it's probably because most of the buildings are square, and the colors are all red roofs and white walls, which makes people feel quite atmospheric.

And the place where Maca appeared was a gray-white fence on the side of this street.

"Then I'll go to the Wand Shop, you go over there, I remember there's a bar that doubles as lodging...... Well, if memory serves, it's called 'Georgi'. ”

Madame Maxim was still so graceful, and after a calm salute, she followed the path to the right.

"Maka, I said...... Leave that guy in a Muggle hostel...... No problem? After parting ways with Madame Maxime, Hagrid asked with some concern.

Hearing this, Maca waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, Quirrell can still have a good relationship with the troll in that state, which shows that his ability is indeed not small...... Besides, the food was all prepared for him, so there was nothing to worry about. ”

"Oh...... Well, okay......" Hagrid nodded hesitantly.

"Instead of worrying about him, we'd better worry about ourselves first!" Maca said, "Hagrid, do you know Russian?" ”

But even so, since they have come here, it will definitely be reluctant if they don't ask someone to inquire. It's obviously more efficient to ask the local wizard than to look around.

However, when they found the bar called "Georgi", they found that there were surprisingly many English-speaking wizards here. At least they were in a much better situation than in the Muggle world outside.

By the time Maca and Hagrid had booked a room together and were about to wander around the bar, the sun was already setting in the west.

"Troca, I want to say...... Yes, thanks...... That doesn't sound like a hard ......."

In the corner of the bar, Maca and Hagrid sat around a small round table with another strange wizard, and Hagrid was happily thanking him.

Because Hagrid's physique was indeed a little too big, the stool tucked under his ass looked a little pitiful.

And he couldn't move yet, or the stool would creak and squeak, making people wonder if it was going to fall apart in the next moment.

The wizard he called "Troca" was something they had just met. And the reason why I was able to talk to Troka is actually thanks to Hagrid.

It was because of his unusual height that when Marka and Hagrid entered, all eyes in the bar were focused on Hagrid.

Along with it, there were a few subconscious exclamations, and Troka's English was mixed with the flurry of Russian, which made Maca listen to it correctly.

Troka is a travelling wizard who often wanders the world. Believe me, it really isn't difficult for wizards to travel around the world.

"No, don't thank me...... Troka said with a cheerful smile, "and you can invite me to drink and talk about anything—but then again, what are you looking for giants?" ”

As he spoke, he leaned closer to Hagrid and said, "Seriously, it's all a bunch of violent people, if it's not necessary, it's better not to approach rashly!" ”

"Actually, it's a school subject......" interjected Maca, who was holding a cup of hot cocoa, "I'm a Durmstrang student, and lo and behold—I'm almost graduating, isn't it?" ”

Maca has really grown a lot taller lately, at least he says that he is a graduate now, and there will be no doubts.

"Oh, Durmstrang? I see......" Troka said with a blank expression, "If you want me to say, your school has always been too tough, and graduates have to travel and write their graduation thesis - it's not easy!" ”

"It's alright!" Maca shrugged her shoulders and said, "No, if I could put the topic of my graduation thesis on the giant, it would obviously be more highly evaluated." In this case, there will be many benefits to finding a job after graduation! ”

He paused, then smiled and said, "Besides, it's actually good to be able to come out and find some excitement, isn't it?" ”

"That's right," Troka agreed, "I love to wander around, and I can't stand it if I'm in the same place all the time!" Hahaha......"

Just then, the door of the bar creaked open.

During this time of year, the bar is crowded with more and more people, and everyone is used to the door creabling open and closing again, so that in general, customers don't go out of their way to see who is in.

But this time, when everyone noticed that the room was not brighter because of the opening, it turned out that it was a big man who had come in again.

It was Madame Maxime, her size, no less than Hagrid's, blocking out the light from the outside, and not even letting in much of the wind.

"Orim, this way! We're here! Hagrid turned, and the stool below him creaked again.

In fact, Hagrid didn't need to say hello, because who could ignore him? When Madame Maxim wasn't here, he was the most eye-catching in the bar.

"Oh, okay." Madame Maxim nodded implicitly, then turned and walked over.

It can be seen that she seems to have a hard time moving around the bar that is slowly becoming crowded. But even so, she did not lose the elegance that originated in France.

"Be careful!"

Maca, who was turning her head to look at Madame Maxime, suddenly opened her mouth and shouted, but it was obviously too late.

Although she was careful all the way through, always trying to avoid collisions with others as much as possible, she was about to reach the round table where Maca and Hagrid were, but she rubbed into a witch at the next table.

And the most embarrassing thing is that because the witch happened to turn around, Madame Maxim, who squeezed sideways, used her "huge" PP to have the most intimate contact with the witch's pretty face.