() "Ron, are you out?"

Harry, who was uneasy about Qiu's "looking back at a smile," was awakened by Ron's vague voice, and patted Ron's shoulder in surprise.

"Hey--" Ron chewed delicious sausages, a little bit dissatisfied, "Don't make me sound like I just returned from Azkaban, that's an exaggeration!"

"Oh ... Come on!" Harry happily said, "You're all right, whether he is Azkaban or the school hospital!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey heard it, and I'm sure you'll be pouring potions of potion!" Ron was talking, and he couldn't help but tremble, seemingly afraid, "I really don't want to go there anymore No potion there is drinkable. "

"Really?" Harry thought for a moment, "Yes, why didn't you go back to the bedroom directly after you came out? I'm still wondering if you will be discharged from hospital this morning!"

"Don't mention it!" Ron swallowed the sausage in his mouth, and then bitterly said, "Although the food in the school hospital is not bad, it is the same for three meals a day. Anyone who eats it will be tired ... I want something different! I want to go crazy! "

"Ha! This sounds like--"

Harry was trying to tease Ron, but Hermione's voice interrupted the conversation between him and Ron.

"Don't pull those useless! Come over and see this!"

When they heard the words, they looked back, but saw a large "Daily Prophet" blocking Hermione's upper body, making her expression invisible. But judging by her tone, I'm afraid she's not looking well now.

"Sirius—" Hermione hurriedly said, "Is Sirius in the United States? I remember correctly, right?"

"You remember correctly," as soon as Harry heard the name, he quickly ran around Ron and grabbed the newspaper. "What happened in the United States? What happened?"

Because it was about Sirius' situation, Harry made a mistake. He heard only a bang, the newspaper was torn in half, and he and Hermione each held half of them.

"... A large number of unknown attackers suddenly appeared in the United States, and the magic world and Muggle World suffered multiple unorganized attacks at the same time. The US Department of Magic announced the opening of a second-level wartime emergency plan, and some regions may upgrade as necessary. Correspondent, Cora Smith reports for you urgently. "

"Wartime?" Ron's eyes widened. "When did the wartime plan come last? During the first Wizarding War?"

"This ... I ... we have to tell Maca immediately!" Harry hurriedly, "this sounds too bad!"

"I think you're right ..." Hermione also stood up, brushed past Ron, and walked quickly to the side gallery passage. "By the way, the emergency plan is after the first Wizarding War. It was only proposed in the International Wizarding Council, and the classification was after it was passed-before that, the magic world didn't have the word! "

Harry followed Hermione to the other side, and Ron blinked for the rest, reaching out to insert the last sausage on the plate, and then turned around to catch up.

"I've really learned the history of magic this time, and it must haven't been mentioned above." He ran forward, while whispering innocently.

...

"Bang--"

The three Hermione trot across the stairs and corridors, panting to Maca's office door. But before she knocked on the door a few more times, the door opened by herself.

"Oh-Maca! Maca, take a look at this--" Hermione whispered, "America is in trouble!"

"what happened?"

At the desk behind the pile of books, Maca stopped in front of a book and mumbled. He put the book on the table, got around the pile of materials piled around him, and appeared to the three of them.

"There's something wrong in the United States—" Hermione said, and handed the half of the newspaper that wrote the relevant report to Maca.

"Ok?"

Maca glanced at the photo reported overseas. In that photo, a large group of black mist sparkling in the center bombarded a bunch of Muggle buildings, causing a large area of The building collapsed.

After hurriedly skimming the content of the report, there was a hint of solemnity on his face.

"No normal person would plot such a stupid thing," Maca frowned, "unless it was a downright lunatic."

Just looking at the range of the photo, the number of black mist groups obviously exceeds one hundred people, and this is definitely only part of it. It is clear in Maca's heart that each dark mist cluster that looks like a black shooting star represents a silent person.

He had also imagined that perhaps the number of silent people would not be reduced, but he had not expected that there would be so many. It can be seen that the remaining party feathers of Greenward have not been less busy these years.

"I'll go to Sirius. I won't say anything else, at least I need to bring him back." Marca said she was going out, but Harry pulled her robes. " ... What's wrong? You're going too? "

"Harry? Have you thought about it, we—" Hermione stared at Harry immediately.

"No!" Harry interrupted loudly. "I know that with our strength, we can only mess up Maca! I just want to say, be careful, Maca ... it seems very dangerous. . "

"I don't think you want to say anything, I think you are more dangerous." Maka muttered secretly, but did not say it.

He just nodded, and after Harry released his hand, he strode out of the office door.

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione said embarrassedly, "I thought you--"

"It's okay," Harry shook his head and said, "Actually, I really want to go with Maca, but ... I think you feel the same way, right?"

"I'm going to practice," Ron stuffed the last bite of sausage on the fork into his mouth, and then suddenly headed for the hallway outside the door. "I've been a bit worse than you. I was originally capable Not enough ... "

"I'll go too!" Harry even chased after him.

Behind them, Hermione stood in the middle of Maca's office, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked around the office, and her heart seemed to be a little heavy.

Just now, it was clear that she was thinking of going to the United States with Maca, but when Harry seemed to be speaking for a moment, she subconsciously tried to veto.

Yes, her Hermione Granger has always been sensible, but she didn't want to always be. She knew very well that sometimes impulse was necessary, otherwise she would not always be half a point worse than Harry in actual combat.

In ordinary non-emergency situations, her intellect can be of great use; but if it is an emergency, when her brain is too late to consider it, this advantage can dramatically change into a fatal flaw.

After the training ended last night, Maca said so to her, and she felt that Maca was right. But this kind of thing doesn't mean that change can change it. She just happened again just now.

Of course, in terms of the situation just now, this is not a wrong judgment. Hermione was just thinking, if one day, when she had to face a crisis, could she make a decisive and correct choice.

"... I'm afraid he's hesitant?" Hermione sighed slightly.

...

On the other side, Maca quickly swept across the lawn in front of the castle, unlocked the defensive spell on the school's main entrance, and came to the road outside the door. But before drilling into the bushes along the road as usual, he turned back with the door key.

"Although it should only be a short time to leave, the specific situation there is unknown at this time. For the sake of insurance, leave something first!"

The words didn't fall, but he saw a silver-white mist haze all over his body, and instantly turned into a huge silver-white eagle. Long light band.

It takes a lot of magic to maintain the existence of the patron saint from a long distance. But anyway, he didn't want more disasters at Hogwarts.

If the patron saint is left, unless Voldemort or Greenward comes in person, it will be dragged a bit.

The physical manipulation of the patron saint is a high-level usage he inadvertently created, and the use of the patron samurai from a long distance is a research result of Dumbledore. Dumbledore taught this usage to some members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Maca was of course among them.

"Although the eagle is indeed more handsome than the uncle, it is a bit awkward ..."

Maca shook her head and turned to step into the bush. With the space twisting, when he reappeared, he had already crossed the whole sea area and arrived in New York, USA, across the ocean. Worry has come true-the riverside hut has been turned into ruins.

He quickly waved the wand in his hand, and a magic wave stunned. Everything in the ruins was reflected in his mind along with the magic feedback of the detection magic.

No magic waves, no signs of life, no eight-eyed giant spiders, no corpses left, not even a trace of blood was found.

It seems that Sirius and the pair of sisters should have left safely, otherwise, there would be no magical remnants left after fighting.

"Where are they going ..." Maca frowned slightly, wondering secretly, "Is Jackson Square? Right now I can think of it over there, after all those children are there, Abigail knows that ... "

After a little thought, he immediately put on the magic spell, stomped on the magic book, and left quickly towards the entrance of Jackson Trade Plaza. Behind him, a gust of wind quietly swept over the ruins of the house, and fragments of several newspapers flew up, drifting away towards the glorious river.