"I'm sorry, I don't think my gift deserves to be by your bedside on Christmas Day, so...... Merry Christmas to you in advance! ”

When Maca heard this Christmas greeting from Troyer to Ron, his expression was also subtle. To put it mildly, he almost laughed.

However, this kind of thing is a very difficult thing to put on anyone, and for Ron, Maca can only hope that he will be blessed now......

All right! Let's not talk about these for now, let's put our eyes back on the topic!

Today, three days before Christmas, Maca finally received another letter from Akinbad, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

In that long letter, which took several pages, Akinbad somehow detailed the changes that have taken place in Haifa over the past few days.

After the thunderstorm that night washed away the memories of the Muggles, the city that had suffered from unprovoked disasters was quickly restored to its original life thanks to the efforts of the Federation's personnel.

Of course, due to the tight time for repairs, even if a large number of wizards do it, it will inevitably be a little rough. In the short period of time since then, there is a high risk that various buildings in Haifa will be accidentally damaged for a variety of inexplicable reasons.

For this reason, the wizards of the Federation continue to increase follow-up "rework" missions, trying to minimize the secondary casualties of Muggles in Haifa as much as possible.

Moreover, the letter also said that behind these efforts has been "communicated" with the mayor of Haifa City, which is an extremely rare cooperation project between wizards and Muggles for so many years.

Akinbad described all this kind of "post-disaster reconstruction" work in detail in his letter to Maca, and even Maca didn't understand what the old man was thinking when he read it for the first time.

With that in mind, wouldn't it be nice to say "everything is recovering"? As for the meaningless thing like "the mayor of Haifa's hair is a wig", do you also write it together?

It wasn't until she read the letter for the first time that Maca discovered Akinbad's true purpose in writing it.

“…… In addition, our men found that the Heeberg School of Magic and Wizardry was empty, and there was not a single figure there. But in the dean's room, we found that a door leading to the inner lounge could not be opened. We tried all sorts of things, even the wall was smashed, but the room just couldn't get in. ”

"So, if you can, please come over and see if you can turn it on. I figured that since that lounge was so thoroughly cordoned off, something of value should be left inside. ”

Helmo ran away, walking as fast as he could with what few of his men were left, and perhaps that was why Arkinbad guessed there was something in the room that Helmo had failed to take with him in a hurry.

After reading the letter, Maca was naturally not interested in re-reading this trivial ledger. I saw him throw the letter paper on his desk, and then quickly stood up.

"As a result, only the last sentence is useful......"

In fact, Arkinbad really wasted his mind this time.

Perhaps it was because Maca had always refused several times before, which made him think that Maca didn't care about the things that were far away in Israel, and didn't even bother to get involved.

But the truth is that Maca cares as much about Helbo's affairs as she cares.

Of course, Akinbad's long letter also represents an attitude towards Maca. So even if this nonsense is a little long-winded, Maca's mood is still good.

"Then go check it out! Maybe we'll get some useful clues......"

……

Since he had already been here last time, this time he could still use the marker he left behind that night without Sirius helping him carry the positioning rune.

Soon, he flew over the city with a magic book and a spell, and then walked through the passage to the Hebher Academy of Magic and came to the street in front of the mansion.

Not long ago, since Helmo took over the academy, there were very few outsiders who had been here. The only outsider who entered the iron gate along this side street was the unlucky man who had been "pitted" by Sirius.

It wasn't until that night passed that some of the Aurors and Councillors of the Federation, led by Akinbad, all went inside and searched the entire academy mansion.

And now, when Maca also paced into the wide open iron fence door, and stepped into the front hall through the front door.

This is not Hogwarts after all, there is not so much intricate and detailed solidification magic, and many places are just ordinary wizard buildings that have been enforced with structural enhancement charms.

"Oh! Mr. McLean, you're here...... Please, the president and some specially transferred spell breakers are waiting for you upstairs! It's on the very top floor, and you can see it when you go up. ”

As soon as they entered the front hall, they were greeted by two members of the Federation who were on duty here, and judging by their attire, they should be both Aurors.

"Okay, thanks."

Maca thanked the two of them, but the other shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, no, how dare you thank us? It's our job for both of us......"

"yes, yes, please—please go upstairs!"

That night, the spider army released by Maca petrified many enemies, and it can be said that they completed their mission perfectly. But beyond that, they frightened many Muggles and their own wizards.

As Maca had thought, that part of the Muggle's memory was gone, but that little bit of the medicinal effect mixed with the rain was something that most wizards didn't fully catch.

In this way, when they learned that those spiders were made by Maka, those who experienced it were all in awe of them.

You know, that's the number of spiders that can squeeze every street to the point where it can't be flooded! Even an experienced and courageous Auror would not have been able to experience such a battle.

So, in the repeated "don't dare" of the two, Maca walked up the stairs quickly with a little helplessness. It wasn't until he couldn't hear the sound of his head that he calmly continued to walk up.

The two Aurors below who couldn't stand up were right, and as soon as they reached the top floor, Maca saw that there seemed to be a lot of people crowded into the innermost room.

Seeing this, he didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly stepped through the corridor to the room with the nameplate of "Dean's Office" hanging on the wall of the door.

Just like when he entered the front hall just now, this time a large group of people looked at him, and several of them subconsciously surrounded him.

Fortunately, these spell solvers were all temporarily transferred in the past two days, and only Akinbad alone also experienced the spider wave that night.

"Who are you? How did you get here? No one other than the spell breaker is allowed in here for the time being...... Get out of here, there may still be danger here! ”

Spellbreakers are sensitive to areas in doubt, and the old wizard who came to Maca the fastest was obviously a very experienced old spellbreaker.

But don't look at the tone of his voice is a bit tough, if you just listen to the content, you can find that his words are full of kindness for the sake of others.

However, before Maca could explain, this kind old man, who was a little nervous, was pushed away by Akinbad, who quickly squeezed in from behind.

"Hey! Ignore him, of course you can come in-"

Akinbad hurriedly grabbed Maca's arm, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind and go back if he was upset, and forcibly dragged him inside.

Maca was dragged by him to the back of the room, bathed in more than a dozen pairs of puzzled glances from all around. He took advantage of this short period of time to glance left and right a few times, and suddenly paused, causing Akinbad, who was pulling him, to almost lose his footing.

"Bill! Are you here too? ”

Most of the wizards in this room were at least middle-aged, but among these people, there was a tall young man who stood out as a star.

But I saw that the brother had red hair tied into a ponytail, and wore a silver earring on one ear, and a strange pendant like a fan hanging from the earring.

But even more intriguing was his outfit — a black leather jacket with plenty of metal accessories, which would have made it no surprise that he could join any rock band.

And this special young wizard is the eldest son of the Weasley family, Bill Weasley.

"You're also a spell solver in Egypt, and you're doing a great job - I should have thought of that!"

Maca greeted the other party, while Bill, who was standing behind several middle-aged wizards, shrugged his shoulders and smiled mischievously in a Weasley's house.

"You finally saw me, it took 15 seconds from the moment you entered the door!"

That's right, that's what the Weasleys are all about—funny, but also a little boring.

"Oh, really? Then I can try to score 10 seconds next time," Maca said, waving her hand, "We'll talk later, let's get down to business first!" I don't think Mr. Arkinbad can wait......"

As he spoke, he smiled at the president of the federation in front of him before he walked forward.

"By the way, my name is 'Marca McLean', and I'm currently the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...... Excuse me, everyone. ”

Most of the spell solvers are old scholars with practical skills, and compared to their professionalism, don't expect much in terms of interpersonal communication.

The spell solver here today, I'm afraid Bill is the only one who knows Maca.

But it doesn't really matter, and even Maca doesn't need to talk too much about her experience. Because just the title of "Hogwarts Ancient Magic Professor" is enough for him to stand in the middle of this group of people without any sense of disobedience.

"Yes, everybody's got to know each other......" Arkinbad nodded hurriedly, and then turned around, "Mr. McLean, come and see this door!" ”

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