Both Sirius and Lupin made appearances in the Daily Prophet.

But of course, neither of them will be the protagonists in that magical photograph or in the large text below.

The subject of this headline story is actually an article about the imminent establishment of a new wizarding settlement in the British wizarding world.

The most striking thing in that photo is, of course, the current Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur. As for Sirius and Lupin, the two of them became human backs along with several other Aurors.

But no matter what, it is an indisputable fact that there are a few more members of the Order of the Phoenix stationed in the Ministry of Magic.

Maca didn't say anything about it, he just glanced at the newspaper casually, and went on to munch on his breakfast.

“…… Hmm, this bean is good. ”

After saying vaguely, he scooped another spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, eating very comfortably.

In all the years he had been at Hogwarts, breakfast time was the most satisfying for him. Not only is the food good, but the people and environment in this auditorium are also the most in line with his mind - everyone looks lazy and unawakened, yawning and eating, and what they want in the morning is so leisurely and casual.

Speaking of which, there seem to be a bit of a lot of owls on the morning shift today. Usually at this time, those little guys have basically been astigmatized, but now there seem to be owls rushing in.

Look at! As soon as she finished speaking, Maca saw another gray-white winged wings coming...... Hey? Looking at it like that, why do you think that the person who sent the letter this time was himself?

With the sound of flapping wings, the owl landed lightly in front of Maca on the faculty seat. I saw it stand on the edge of the table and stretch out its calves, revealing the small letter tied to it.

But Maca didn't take the letter immediately, but stared at the big bird and took a good look.

The owl was probably stared at by Maca and felt a little hairy, and even the feathers on his body stood up, and then he shook his body vigorously.

A few tiny feathers drifted into the half-bowl of soup in Maca's hand, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Interesting."

He reached out and gently picked up the feather in the soup bowl, twisted his fingers slightly, and then tossed it aside.

When he took out a small roll of paper from the owl's leg, he saw that the little creature immediately flapped his wings and flew again, and hurried away.

With the note in her hand, Maca watched the other party hurry away, until she couldn't see it before she lowered her head and slowly unfolded it.

"See you at noon."

Just such a simple sentence...... No, it's even "a phrase". However, this did not come as a surprise to Maca at all.

In fact, from the moment he first observed the owl, he knew pretty much who was behind the message.

After a while, his hand holding the note shook slightly, and it was silently reduced to ashes.

"Looks like we're going to have to go to Azkaban again......"

While muttering to himself, his expression was not as impatient as the thought suggested—to be honest, he still had a lot to look forward to seeing Old Ewen again.

……

“…… That's all for this lesson! ”

At the end of the third class in the morning, Maca on the podium announced the end of the lecture time while waving the handwriting on the blackboard.

And after that, he came back to his senses and added earnestly:

"In fact, so far, everyone's done well! At the level you're at the moment, it's okay to go straight to the final exams of this year...... In the following courses, I will further deepen the content on the basis of what I have learned so far, and hope that students who are willing to listen to the lectures will be able to use this new knowledge in the future. ”

Speaking of which, most of the new students in this classroom today decided to take the course because of Maca's performance at the beginning of each school year. Hearing Maca say this now, many people raised their hands and prepared to applaud and cheer.

It's a pity that Maca didn't give them this opportunity.

"Alright, class is over!" He waved his hand and said, "Don't be stunned! This isn't the last class of the morning – run to the next class! It's been three minutes since the bell rang! ”

After saying this, Maca picked up the textbook on the podium that had barely been turned over, and walked out of the ancient magic classroom first.

It started to snow again today, and the same white snowflakes drifted in the whitewashed sky, and a layer of soft snow finally accumulated on the ground.

Maka, who didn't go back to the office, just shoved her textbook into her waist and went downstairs to the outside of the castle.

He savored the feeling of the soles of his shoes sinking into the snow, and looked up at the air filled with scattered snow particles, and the mountains in the distance became blurred.

The snow seemed to remind him that the days were getting closer and closer to Christmas.

Maca withdrew her gaze and stepped on the snow on the lawn across the campus vestibule, leaving a trail of zigzag footprints. Until he walked out of the school gate, in the blink of an eye, the sky above him was replaced by another boundless gloom.

The island still feels like the same old thing, with a sense of decadence everywhere. And as soon as there is a thunderstorm, that depression immediately turns to despair.

If you had a choice, even if there were no Dementors, probably none of the prisoners who were held here would want to live here.

Maca shook her head, skirting a dead tree and heading straight for the blackstone fortress.

At this moment, he found that the two Aurors on duty at the gate of the fortress were still standing there - he had come earlier, and the old man had not yet arrived.

Marca didn't intend to bother too much, but she just hid her figure, and quickly broke the warning spell above the fortress, and stepped on the magic book to enter the black stone fortress silently.

When he was strengthening the defense of this place, he had a defensive spell to help him at hand, and now that he came to walk, it was like going out for a walk.

It's just that when he found that there were two not unfamiliar figures at the entrance of this fortress prison, he knew that even if these two were not here to walk, they didn't have to work too hard to get here.

"Oh, Mr. McLean......" a young male voice suddenly broke the silence, "I haven't been in last time, I didn't think the defenses here are not simple?" Did you do it for those guys at the Ministry of Magic? ”

It was the young wizard who had followed Old Eun last time, and his tone was still so flirtatious, but he didn't use it too loudly.

After all, if the Aurors heard it, it would definitely be him who wasted time erasing his memories.

Oh, yes! Remember, his name seems to be "He-Man"?

But Seaman didn't expect that the old man in a wheelchair next to him waved his hand with difficulty.

"You're not too young, don't always be so unobtrusive," Old Ewen said slowly, "You think that with your little ability, you can judge others?" ”

But it can be seen that Old Ewen has always been very tolerant of these children who are not even a fraction of his age. But seeing that He-Man pursed his lips nonchalantly, he glanced at Maca a few more times, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Boss, didn't you give me this ability! Don't worry, I'm confident in you, boss - don't you prove it when you're actually doing tasks? ”

Seaman has been a bit skinny since he was a child, and he is also a person who does not like to admit defeat. And after surviving the Thunderbird's bloodline transformation in a desperate situation, his ability is indeed growing rapidly.

If he really wants to fight, even Asaph, who has the ability to transform into a giant, is not his opponent at all.

When Old Ewen saw that he didn't listen to the child, he stopped rambling about anything. Although Seaman is always so casual and uninhibited, he is already a sensible man in his bones.

At least when it comes to treating him, the kid has always had enough respect, and that's enough.

"McLean," the old man said slowly, suddenly looking at Maca again, "I wonder if you've calculated on your own since the last meeting?" Well, if you've done the math, you'll find that the best time to do it is almost up......"

When Maca heard this, she didn't pay any attention to Nahiman, but nodded slightly.

"Yes, I did." "Just to be honest, I don't think the plan you mentioned will be successfully completed - I think that if I am asked to do it, the failure rate will be very high." ”

"Of course, I can understand your opinion, and your judgment is not wrong. I'm sure you're judging this way because the plan involves a high percentage of calculations, which Muggles are good at. ”

Seeing that the old man was on point, Maca nodded again in agreement.

Seeing this, Old Ewen couldn't help but sigh and said:

"But thankfully, the most important thing in my life is probably time. Rest assured! I have all the computational models I need...... It's just that I'm not good at regular runes, and I can't build a magic circle like Rowena. That's why I need the help of an alternative. ”

Speaking of which, the "luck" in the old man's mouth is still for Maca. From his own point of view, this thousand years of time would have been much more painful than death.

"Remember Rowena saying that 'extraordinary intelligence is the greatest asset of a human'. It's a pity that I never understood from beginning to end - how did she, who could say this, fall in love with me, an ordinary sailor who could only swing a winch and set sails? ”

When he said this, the old man's skinny face was faintly depressed, as if he still couldn't see what his former wife had thought.

"Perhaps, she just fell in love with you for a thousand years of waiting, right?"

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