The harsh reality tells Maca that rowing is a tiring thing.

With his small body alone, it wasn't long before he lowered his oars and let the escape boat drift leisurely on the sea, drifting away with the waves little by little.

In areas closer to the shore, the waves are always perpendicular to the shore, so you don't have to worry about drifting somewhere else.

When the rising sun tore through the darkness of the night, it seemed that everything became clear—they could see the land in the distance......

When Maca was grounded again, his efficient mobility came into play again.

He consulted with Sarah, and after asking for some not-so-excessive benefits, sending her back was the only thing he had to do—sabotage the traffickers' business, and ask for some payment by the way, which he didn't do often, but it wasn't the first time.

Ask for locations along the way, plan your route, and then change your outfit...... With the convenience of "having money and doing things", they returned to Sarah's home in the fastest way and the most popular way.

A kidnapped girl is rescued by a younger boy – it's rare, but it's great for parents to have their daughter back home safe and sound.

Maca reveals Alger's news to Sarah's father, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with him.

As he said goodbye to Sarah and her family, and left Sarah's mansion, he inadvertently turned around and saw an owl flying from afar passing by Sarah's door......

"Owls? Is there any Harry Potter or something......" he subconsciously joked.

However, Maca, who didn't pay much attention and was about to continue leaving, suddenly stopped. He looked back again, staring for a long time in the direction the owl had left, as if he felt that something was wrong.

After a few more moments, Maca came to her senses and walked briskly towards the door of Sarah's house.

"Knock Knock"

The door was opened, and the servants of Sarah's house looked at him strangely.

"Mr. McLean, is there anything else?"

"Did you just have a letter to Miss Sarah?" Maca asked bluntly.

"Oh—" The servant turned sideways and looked at the built-in mailbox by the door, and sure enough, there was a strange envelope lying quietly inside.

“…… There is indeed a ...... Well, strange letters......" he looked at it over and over again, puzzled.

"Can you show me the envelope? Just look at the envelope! Maca asked hurriedly.

"Oh, I want to ...... Of course, with the envelope alone, this is fine. The servant handed the letter to Maca.

Above the envelope, a coat of arms consisting of a lion, a badger, an eagle, and a serpent, with a capital "H", was clearly printed on it, and Maca's mind was in a mess.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity and disobedience that he had woken up in the attic made him feel agitated again.

Maca looked at the envelope in her hand again, then looked up and looked around, trying to find the source of some of his uneasiness.

However, he kept his eyes on it for a long time, but he didn't get anything.

"What's going on? This feeling...... It's like I've forgotten something important......"

"What?" The servant looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Oh...... No, it's nothing," Maka handed him back the envelope, "I saw it when the postman came over just now—I thought I knew the sender, but it looks like I'm mistaken. ”

He casually explained a few words and left again.

This time, however, he changed his plans – he felt he had to make a trip to London.

……

It turns out that even if a Muggle has some speculation about the existence of the wizarding world, it is still very difficult to find them.

Thankfully, Maca wasn't a pure Muggle - he had already had a magical runaway in that car accident a few years ago.

To put it bluntly, the magic in Maca's body had already awakened at this time, and the Muggle Expulsion Charm had no effect on him.

It's just that finding a shabby pub in the middle of a big London that doesn't know exactly where it is, or even doesn't necessarily exist, is still quite a time-consuming errand.

After a few days of wandering around London, Maca finally spotted a small, dilapidated suspicious pub on Charling Cross in Westminster, between a large bookstore and a record store.

"Hmmm......"

Maca, who stepped into the bar, could no longer hide her surprise. With his mouth half-open, he looked at the dirty setting of the bar and the strangely dressed customers, and his surprise was palpable.

“…… Surprised? Just as he was shocked by the things in the bar, a voice suddenly came out from behind him.

Maca jerked back, only to see an old man with a large amount of silver-white hair and beard, and a long hooked nose looking at him curiously.

Hidden behind the old man's half-moon lenses were a pair of blue eyes full of wisdom.

"Deng, Dumbledore?" Maca exclaimed.

"Yes, that's right," Dumbledore nodded, but kept his eyes on Marca, "To be honest, I'm probably more surprised than you ......"

As he spoke, he suddenly placed his thin, but slender, broad hand on Maca's shoulder.

Suddenly, Maca felt dizzy, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself sitting on the floor at the door of the seventh greenhouse, and Dumbledore was crouched beside him, his hands resting equally firmly on his shoulder.

"Oh—thank you, Merlin—" Professor Sprout clapped his hands happily, "You've finally woken up!" ”

Maca stared at Dumbledore and Sprout in a daze, and it took a few moments to calm her messy mind.

“…… What a scary plant. "It can immerse one in the world of memories...... Is it? ”

At this time, Dumbledore smiled at him.

"It's just that you're special," he said calmly...... "this flower must have been completely extinct...... Well, it's called 'Mystery Crystal', and it's been very rare since ancient times. ”

"They usually only leave the mind of the average wizard blank, and only creatures with strong souls will enter a world where memories and subconscious are combined like you."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked at Maca curiously again, "It seems that your soul is very special. ”

Hearing this, Maca shook her head a little blankly.

"Professor, how did you do it just now......" Halfway through the sentence, Maca subconsciously said, "Oh! Is there some way of applying the Mind of the Senses? ”

"Hmm...... In fact, there's a slight difference. Dumbledore said calmly, "Of course, it's not far off—by the way, Occlumency has a bit of an effect on that flower." ”

“…… Well, then, what time is it? ”

"It's only been a few minutes." Dumbledore tapped his head with his slender fingers, "Time is meaningless to the spirit world. ”

As he spoke, he beckoned to Maca, "Maca, how about taking two steps with me?" ”

On the breezy lawn, Dumbledore and Maca walked casually. From time to time, Dumbledore talked about trivial things in life, and occasionally about his favorite desserts and drinks.

It's like, he really just wanted to take a walk with Maca.

“…… Speaking of which, since I became principal, I haven't had a lot of time. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and said playfully, "In the past, when I was just a teacher, I was always enthusiastic about my work—until now I feel that sometimes, it is not as useful to talk to students about learning and thinking as if I were going for a casual walk......

"That way, both sides will be more at ease, won't they?"

“…… Treat different people, maybe the method will change accordingly. Maca said casually.

"The human heart is complex, and no one can make choices for others, and neither do I." Dumbledore shook his head, "Because, when we don't know the answer, we can always choose the wrong option." ”

Maca nodded in understanding.

"It's time for us to go back...... You see, the principal's job is still very busy. Dumbledore spread his hands, "If you want, let's go for a walk next time!" ”

Maca looked at Dumbledore's back as he walked towards the castle and sincerely admired the greatest white wizard of the day.

Just now, in that so-called "spirit world", Dumbledore must have seen some clues—Maca already knew about the existence of wizards before she received her admission to Hogwarts.

But Dumbledore didn't ask much, even though he was already surprised.

After teaching students like Voldemort, the wise white wizard has changed his educational philosophy, and he no longer interferes too much with each of his students, but silently observes, guides, guards, and pays for every step they take.

This is not something that ordinary good people can do, at least Maka thinks he will never be able to do it in his life.

The flowers in the greenhouse, known as "Mystery Crystals", have been separated by Professor Sprout. The "no approach" label there will not be removed until the problem is solved, and Professor Sprout has been busy with it for a long time.

As for Maca, the previous experience gave him a lot of insights. What's more, he seemed to feel that he could faintly feel some emotional swings.

Even if that feeling is still vague, at least there is hope for a solution, and this is the biggest reward.