"Mr. Bornsee, please let me know what happened before, and then ... the things that Cathy said just now, please keep a secret for now."

Before the words fell, Maca took the shoulder of little Cathy, still stunned, and took her out of the dean's office.

"... Mr. McLean?"

In the outside corridor, Cathy followed in step with Maca's side, her face's bewilderment had not completely subsided yet.

"Well, what's wrong?" Maca walked. "You want to ask, what should I do next?"

"Yeah!" Little Cathy grabbed Maca's sleeves suddenly, anxiously, "The man really said that what will happen in the future, and ... if I stay, I will 'Dead meaningless ...' Is that really a prophet? "

Little Cathy would be confused, which is inevitable. After all, in this age, there are fewer and fewer wizards awakening the blood of the prophets, and most wizards have never even seen a prophet in their lives.

Even Sybil Trelawney, a professor of Hogwarts divination who had made correct predictions on several occasions, could only be regarded as a semi-prophet prophet.

After all, the true prophet is not like her. Only after getting drunk can she make some decent predictions.

Facing little Cathy's question, Maca said instead:

"I think that's a prophet ... You know, prophets don't just exist in the legend, they really exist. And in this world, there are not many people who can make predictions!"

Little Cathy could not help feeling a little more real when she saw Marka's affirmation.

"that……"

She took Maca's sleeve and walked beside him, looking up, looking straight at his face.

Feeling the little girl's sight, Maca lowered her head and smiled at her with a reassuring smile.

"Just do what the prophet said! Anyway, I was going to let you go to France ..." He was talking, and suddenly thought about it again, "Oh, if it didn't happen, you Are you going to stay here? "

"……Yes."

Seeing Maca asking, Cathy stopped walking as she followed.

"I want to go to Hogwarts, study magic, and then use your own abilities to help everyone like Mr. McLean ... but that person seems to know exactly what I have never told anyone. "

Having said that, she could not help saying:

"McLean, isn't it ... even my idea is wrong?"

"Well?"

As she felt the sleeves tight and Maca stopped, she shrugged easily.

"Did the prophet say that you should give up your efforts?" He smiled. "It's just better not to go to Hogwarts. There is a Boothbaton School of Magic in France. That school is no better than Huo. Gwartz is bad. Besides, as long as you work hard enough and a little bit of good luck, you can be an outstanding wizard anywhere! "

...

Little Cathy eventually failed to be a volunteer in St. Mungo, but was also taken by Maca to Black's old house.

After the latter sent her over, she immediately left there again, and hurriedly took the potion bottle sealed with the strange substance to the British Ministry of Magic.

But on the way, he kept thinking about what Cathy said.

Honestly, Maca's heart wasn't as calm as he showed in front of Little Cathy. In particular, the so-called "prophet", whom he said so badly, was himself the first unbeliever.

Because he knew very well that the prophecies that really came from the prophets were never so clear!

A short while later, Maca, who suddenly appeared in the Ministry's hall, shook her head suddenly, and smiled lightly:

"No matter who that guy is ... in short, this world is getting harder and harder!"

"Who said no?"

Just as Makam whispered so softly, someone took the word not far behind him and echoed along with his words.

"But, there is still work to be done," the other party continued, "Maca, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeon and temporarily settled in-I told them to make the cell as clean as possible. Be more comfortable. "

"No matter how comfortable it is! We are also trying to save the lives of those Muggles ... Of course, and their families. Don't worry so much for the time being."

As he said casually, Maca beckoned without turning back, and then said:

"Let's go, Kingsley! Take me to see it before I say anything else."

There are still as many people in the Ministry of Magic as ever, even if the time is approaching noon, the flow of people coming and going is still very dense.

Squeeze into the elevator with Kingsley, and as the elevator stops and moves, wait until those who are going upstairs are gone before they can descend to the level of the Department of Mystery Affairs.

The dungeon, however, could not be reached directly by an elevator—they had to walk for a while in person.

"Looks like you have recovered completely?"

Walking quickly in the corridor, Maca did not forget to take a closer look at the other's physical condition.

In fact, as the newly discovered substance could lurk in Muggle's soul, Maca felt even more necessary to examine another person like Kingsley who had been burned by the black flame.

"Yes," Kingsley patted his sturdy chest. "Healed completely-no, I even think it's easier to cast a spell now!"

"Oh, this should be normal," Maca nodded. "Because of the trauma, your soul has become stronger."

Just like the soul-grabbing spell and heart-drilling spell among the three unforgivable spells, these two spells will reduce the effectiveness as the number of times they are cast on the same object.

Thinking that Kingsley was burned with pain by the black flame, this is a sharpening of his spiritual will. Since he had survived for a short time at that time, he would have gained something.

As they talked, they walked down the corridor without people, and quickly walked down the stairs to the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic.

As she passed the seventh courtroom, Maca sighed with a bit of nostalgia-if Dumbledore's old man was still alive, he might be a lot easier now.

"Squeak--"

With a slightly jarring door opening, Maca followed Kingsley into a cell on the other side of the corridor.

In recent years, because of the frequent disasters, many incidents have been involved, but on the contrary, those potential black wizards who have been in constant trouble in the past have become more and more peaceful.

Obviously, those guys also die for their lives, don't they?

Therefore, these prisons, which are only used to detain ordinary criminals, are now almost empty.

"Hmm ... the efficiency is quite high. Are there more than a dozen of them?"

Maca looked at the iron-frame bed in this large cell, and at a glance, saw a dozen people lying on their own, breathing evenly.

He first stepped forward and checked the condition of their souls one by one, and then groaned and fell into thought.

As far as these Muggle souls are concerned, the gray-black substance is not perfectly hidden in the lurking state. If he performs targeted induction, he can still notice a slight difference from ordinary people's soul.

But even so, the maca who can master the rules of the soul must be carefully examined to feel abnormal, which is enough to prove that Haierbo's method is indeed extraordinary.

After pondering for a moment, Maca said slightly:

"It's true that these Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be isolated from ordinary Muggles ... Yes, I just went to St. Mungo to find Mr. Bonser before he came here, he Several therapists should be dispatched soon. At that time, these Muggles will be given to them by regular care. Remember to protect them. "

"No problem," Kingsley nodded.

After two orders like this, Maca went out of the cell with him again, thinking about how to use these clues from Muggles.

He had a hunch.

Although this clue is still a bit lackluster at the moment, if you find the right direction, you should be able to pull out a very critical piece of information.

It didn't take long for Maca and Kingsley to take the elevator again. When the latter was going to go out to the atrium level, Kingsley stunned immediately, and then quickly followed.

"Maca, are you leaving now?" He pointed up and pointed up. "Don't meet Scrimgeour?"

However, Maca, who walked in front of him, turned back and gave him a subtle expression.

"Actually, I don't mind, but unfortunately, your minister may not want to see me now." He said, "So, even if you go to talk to him, you have to wait for specific gains. Moreover!"

"Then you just let him idle like this?" Kingsley whispered jokingly. "If we get something by then, he will be able to sit on the credit again!"

"Just let him part!"

Maca waved her hand indifferently ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and said nothing more, and went straight to the hall.

To be honest, he really didn't care about Scrimgeour sitting and enjoying the harvest, because what the guy could eat was actually quite limited. What's more, it is not easy to take advantage of these benefits now. Scrimgeour can stand on his side with his teeth, but also needs to withstand considerable pressure.

If the Connery Fudge was changed then, the entire Ministry of Magic is likely to have messed up.

"So Scrimgeour is nothing, now the problem is with the International Federation of Wizards. That's a lot of power. In order to restrain them, Haierbo probably moved a lot of hands and feet?"

In the hallway, Maca thought about it for a while, then turned and walked into a public fireplace and disappeared-you can see that his magic flame reaction when using flying powder was still so scary!

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