Genius remember the address of this site in one second: (Acupoint Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The accountable things have been explained, and then the warm godfather and son will tell the old link. Maca sat next to Buckbeak and looked at Sirius and Harry quietly, but couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Until 3:30 in the afternoon, Harry and other talents left the cave at the urging of Sirius.

"Uh ... Maca, won't you go?" Harry looked at Maca, who was still sitting.

"I'll be fine for a while, you go back first!" Maca waved.

He certainly has something. To put it bluntly, this time to come to Sirius this time is just by the way, and what happened at night is the real purpose of his running out today.

"What else will happen for a while? May I help you?" Sirius asked casually.

"No, just to see two people." Maca smiled casually. "After all, the plan has ended, and some things need to be done to finish it."

It was an understatement to listen to Maca, but Sirius knew what was going on--what could be easier about the plan?

"Two?" Sirius then asked, "Who are they?"

"It's all over there, Lucius Malfoy, and Old Avery." Maca, "It's all the guys who are sullen to Voldemort's tube, and I asked them to help me pay attention to Voldemort's movement. . "

"Is both of them?" Sirius looked at Maca in surprise, "Can they listen to you?"

"As long as there are enough benefits and deterrence of strength, smart people understand what to do ..." He smiled. "Voldemort himself is a half-blood. He can let so many pure-blooded families work for him. Relying on preaching the faith of pure blood, and pure and powerful dark power, isn't it? "

"Yeah ... the argument of pure blood supremacy can give those old wizard families more benefits, including the Black family ..." Sirius said distraughtly. "You use this to persuade them?"

"Hey ... use this intangible benefit to gain the support of the pure blood families, and it is no wonder that the Death Eaters of Voldemort have few absolute loyalty," Maka sneered, "Voldemort is really ambitious. , Also understand the benefits of enthusiasm. But to say that his means ... Greenward was obviously much smarter than him. "

"Greenward?" Sirius thought for a moment. "I remember, he preached ..."

"It is a series of regulations against the protection of Muggles," Maca replied. "He took advantage of the inadequacy of the relevant provisions of the Ministry of Magic at that time, and he really won the hearts of many elites in the magic industry. And he Those behaviors are to strike a psychological balance for all wizards-the protection provisions against Muggles during that time were a bit overdone. "

"What about you?" Sirius curiously said. "What do you do to persuade Lucius and Avery to fall to your side?"

"It's not down to me," Maca shook her head. "I don't need them to fall down to me-I don't need to dominate the magic world, I just give them a chance to choose ..."

"What choice?"

"I asked them a question at that time: I hope that the number of wizards in the magic world is getting smaller and smaller, and eventually their family industry will lose money and become a common family with no real name; or I hope that those so-called hybrids and mud species are more and more, So that their divine twenty-eight people will be glorious again-- "

Speaking of this, Maca smiled and said, "You know, the magic world is no better than the ancient times ... since the complete separation between the wizard and Muggle, the power of those pure blood families has been shrinking. In fact, they are all Understand that when the so-called 'higher class' lacks support from the bottom, collapse is only a matter of time. "

"... So, they are standing by Voldemort just to use the power of Voldemort to remind the magic world, just because Voldemort is too powerful, and now it is difficult to ride a tiger ..." Sirius thoughtfully, "But aren't you doing this to help those pure-blood families continue to do their best?"

"Well, even if I don't intervene, you think they can't really do it?" Maca shrugged, indifferently, "I appeared, just to give them a chance to escape from Voldemort! Once Voldemort failed They must have slipped faster than anyone else-just like they did more than a decade ago. "

"However, it is not easy for those families to return to their former glory ... no one knows what the magic world will look like in the future."

After all, Maca set her eyes on the sky outside the cave, watching Yun Cun Yun Shu in the blue sky, for a while she was stunned.

Yes! What will the magic world look like in the future?

In the past, he has also been troubled that the future has deviated from expectations. But now, he really hoped that every next step was unknown.

At about eight in the evening, Maca disguised herself in advance and came to the pig's head bar in Hogsmeade Village.

Maca has been here many times, but this little bar with a history of hundreds of years is still so small and dirty.

There were thick dirt on the windows here, and the light was almost impenetrable, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden table.

Everything here is dirty, from the floor to the roof, and even a thick layer of ash accumulates on the bottles of butter beer. Even the cloth used by the boss to wipe the wine glass was the same.

"Butter beer." Maca sat down to the bar, her voice hoarse.

To be honest, the customers who are willing to come to the pig head bar generally have some private affairs that cannot be seen, so few people go to the bar to sit. Just like now, Maca was sitting there alone, a bit abrupt.

"Ok?"

The owner of the pig's bar is tall, with white hair and a white beard spreading over his back and chest. Although he was just shy, it was because of his large physique and sharp eyes that others thought he was just rude.

In Maca's words, he looked more like a Viking warrior who would chop people with a two-handed axe than a wizard who fools with magic.

The boss glanced at Maca, then took a bottle of butter beer from the back shelf, and put it in front of Maca with a wine glass.

"Clean it up." Maca took out her wand and tapped it on the glass before opening the butter beer and pouring it in.

The wine bottles here are very dirty, but the taste is pure. Maca grunted and drank several sips, and suddenly, a scent of butter spread in the mouth and nasal cavity, which made people feel intoxicated.

He likes this low-sugar butter beer peculiar to Pig's Head Bar, which is not as sweet as three brooms, which allows people to drink several glasses in a row.

"Such a delicious drink requires only two bottles of Yinxi Ke," Maca wiped the foam near her mouth and sighed, "It's a bit too cheap."

"That counts you three bottles of West Ke." The boss's eyelids did not raise his eyes.

"You're sitting on the ground, boss?" Maca raised an eyebrow. "I'll give four Syco, can you give me a message?"

The boss glanced at him again, then said, "A gallon."

His voice didn't fall, and Maca flicked, a Jin Jialong crossed an arc in the air, and landed exactly in the wiping glass in his hand, making a clear and sweet sound.

"Deal," Maca said decisively.

The boss picked up Jin Jialong in the cup and threw it into the small drawer under the bar.

"Ask! Just ask one, and I'll tell you what I know, just forget it."

Obviously, even if there is no answer, the Jin Jialong must have returned.

"Of course, you must know this question ... I just want to ask ..." Maka laughed. "Where are the goats? Why do you like them so much?"

The boss stared at him for a while, then snorted: "Because they are delicious!"

"Return King Garron to me." Maca spread his hand.

"Is Albus calling you?" The boss snorted the wine glass from the bar, grinning angrily.

"He did mention you with me, but this time it has nothing to do with him." Maka whispered, "I have an appointment to come here today to talk about ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ by the way to come here to mix your face Cooked. "

"Then go elsewhere," the boss waved the fly, "go, don't bother here."

The owner of the dude's bar was Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, the wizard who loved goats and even sinned for it.

To be honest, Maca is really curious-what exactly did he do to the goat?

Soon, two hooded wizards, wearing wide capes, opened the door of the pig's head bar and appeared in Maca's sight.

At this moment, Maca was already sitting at the round table in the house. At this moment, when she saw someone waiting to come, she knocked on the table.

The two sneaky wizards heard the sound immediately, and they looked at each other, and together they walked to the table where Maca shrank, and sat down silently.

"Should you order some wine first, two?" Marka spoke first with that husky voice.

"No need, just leave." One of them nearly reached the middle of the table, and he lowered his voice. "What happened that day? Why didn't you show up? The situation is not so good now ..."

"Yeah, a lot of people are thinking about how to redeem that failure, or wait for the Lord-when that person comes back, it will be difficult to explain." Another wizard followed.

Maca shook her head and asked calmly, "What? He hasn't returned yet?"

"That's right ... And no one knows when he will suddenly appear in front of everyone. It's a hard day!"

It can be heard that when the other person said this sentence, his tone was full of bitterness.

"You don't have to worry about it," said Maka. "You haven't done anything betrayal anyway. What are you worried about? You know, he's in short supply now!"