"... The whole magic world thinks that my master has been missing for years, and there are rumors that he lived in your UK. But in fact, he spends a lot of time in the same place, that is his laboratory."

At this point, it was already worth the night. Maca and the old steward walked together on the dim street, and only the street lights lit at night illuminated them.

In fact, Mrs. Maxim also wanted to come together, but as the headmaster of Boothbatten, there are still things to be busy at present, and it may take some time to come.

Maca and the old housekeeper walked side by side, and talked a few times from time to time, and what was said was naturally the destination tonight.

"Oh, I've heard this rumor ..." Maca thought for a while. "I remember, Dumbledore wanted to mention it, saying that Mr. LeMay had lived in Devon for a while?"

"Yeah, for a short period of time," Old Edward nodded. "But it was only a year or two-the host visited Mr. Dumbledore at that time, and the two of them exchanged some ideas about magic. . "

"That ..." Maca said curiously, "Sir, do you know why Mr. Nicole LeMay wanted to suddenly give up eternal life? As far as I know, before he lent the Philosopher's Stone to Professor Dumbledore, he That decision has been made. "

He also died with his 658-year-old wife-although Maca didn't ask him that way, the last thing he wanted to know was this decision. Does he really think it's boring to live too long, as other wizards guess?

"Oh, I don't know this," Old Edward said, shaking his head. "I don't understand the idea of ​​my family since I was young, let alone my age now. But I was thinking With the temperament of the host family, it is mostly death that can help him to further his research in alchemy? "

As we all know, Nicole LeMay is also a well-known research madman, who lived for 665 years, and spent most of his time doing research. Although he went out of research, he also donated and built a lot of infrastructure in the magic world and even Muggle world, but it was mostly done by his wife, but in his name.

It is not known whether Nicole LeMay is the so-called "great man", anyway, his wife must be a great philanthropist, which is always true.

"Mr. McLean, go this way—"

As he passed an intersection, the old butler reached out and signaled that Maka should turn.

"Sir, just call me Maca," Maca followed him as he walked into a fork in the road, and waved, "You know, my age can be your grandson, you don't have to be so kind to me of."

But the old butler shook his head, apparently he still had some different insistence.

"I am the steward of the LeMay family, and since the Owner rescued me in the desert of Egypt, I have been a steward in my life. And the steward should have the rules of the steward. About this, Mr. McLean Don't worry too much ... "

"Okay?" Maca shrugged, not tangling with another title.

"... Okay, we're here!"

After they stayed, they walked along the slate path on a Muggle town for a little while, and soon the old housekeeper stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Maca found that this was still a rather old red-roofed brick house. There were some large flower pots at the roots of the walls near the roadside, and there were some lush plants inside. The bricks on the walls were uneven and covered with the footprints left by the years.

Of course, this is certainly not as old as Nicole LeMay, this house is estimated to be nothing more than ten or twenty years old.

In this township residential area that stretches along the alleyway, this small house seems extremely inconspicuous. No one can think of it, it will be the home of a great alchemist.

"Mr. LeMay has been living here all the time?" Marka looked at the house casually.

"No," the old housekeeper smiled. "This is actually where I live, but my host ’s laboratory can only find the entrance here. If I have to say it, I am just keeping the door for my host. Now. "

He said, took out an ordinary key, unlocked the door lock, and walked in with nostalgia.

"I haven't been back for a while after the death of the autonomous man and his wife," the old housekeeper greeted Maca as he entered the door, saying, "It's really strange to think about it, my master and wife went before me One step ... if I put it a few years ago, I would never believe it. "

It can be seen that what he misses is not the memories of living here, but the years when his master, Mr. Nicole LeMay, was still there.

"Master, he often said suddenly to go out, and then I had to stop the busy work in his hand and pack up with him to leave."

The old steward recounts his past with nostalgia, and throughout his life, he almost worked around Mr. Nicole LeMay. So that the most memorable things about him are all things related to his master.

"You don't know. The host never does anything when it comes to doing things. There are many times when I was called out in the middle of the night. He was so old and full of energy, like twenty or thirty. Old guys! It ’s incredible to think about ... "

Maca didn't know if this life was considered happy, but looking at the expression of the old housekeeper, he felt a sincere peace from it.

Maybe some people don't need to be too magnificent in their lives. As long as they can live in peace, it is usually enough.

The house where the old housekeeper lives, in fact, has little space, no matter if you look from the outside or from the inside. In fact, this is simply ordinary housing in a Muggle town. Following Edward all the way through the living room and the stairs, the ceiling on the second floor seemed a bit low-it was a bedroom.

But instead of stopping here, Old Edward reached out and pulled an old hemp rope hanging from the wall. With a soft bang, a plank on the ceiling was pulled open, and it was a trapdoor that led to the attic.

"Let me reach for enough!" The old housekeeper looked up and said, "I should have pulled the stairs down with a hook bar, but since you are here today, I can enjoy the privilege of the elderly."

Maybe it's because Maca mentioned age before, but the old housekeeper made a joke by the way. But this is indeed the case. It is said that the old housekeeper is very old, at least 70 or 80 years old.

Of course, the most important thing is to be cautious. You must know that using a curse has the risk of being detected. Tonight they came together to avoid others, naturally do not want to let others know.

As I said just now, the second floor of this house is relatively low and the ceiling is almost within reach. After glancing at Maca, she just jumped slightly and grabbed the wooden ladder resting on the trapdoor in the attic.

"Wow--oh!"

The wooden ladder slides down along the edge of the trapdoor, and stands firmly between the floor and the ceiling. Can you go up and take a look?

"Mr. McLean," the old housekeeper said, "before I went up, I still wanted a word from you-please tell me that you will indeed help us and make our master's heritage open to the whole magic world, yes ?"

Marka nodded as she heard it.

Tonight's actions were discussed in advance with Mrs. Maxim, and Mrs. Edward, the old butler, negotiated. In fact, there are too many people raving about this alchemy heritage. Just look at how many people have gathered in Booth Barton, and sooner or later the water will be thoroughly muddled.

In this case, only the old Edward was left to act to fulfill the wishes of his master. Well, maybe you can count on Mrs. Maxim, a school principal who has put her mind on education ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but no one seems to be trusted anymore.

On the other hand, Nicole LeMay's alchemy heritage is beyond the reach of the two. Mrs. Maxim has already been here for a long time, but it seems that she can't even enter the door, let alone get the inheritance.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the Nicole LeMay, who is full of research, and did not seem to use too much brain in the destruction of the inheritance, so he left a rather contradictory problem for the old housekeeper .

In short, they need a wizard with enough knowledge to hold that legacy in their hands. Only by grasping itself can we talk about finding a reasonable way to distribute and achieve the ultimate goal.

This task was supposed to fall on Dumbledore, but it is clear that he has also resigned. Therefore, this heavy task finally fell on Maca's head.

"Sorry, this fact is too important, and I just want to be more at ease," after hearing Maca's decisive answer, the wrinkles on Old Edward's face gradually unfolded. Sir-please! "

At the suggestion of the old housekeeper, Maca nodded solemnly, so she took the lead on the wooden ladder.

Along with the creak of the old ladder, Maca quickly climbed into the top loft of the house. The head was quite dim here, and with the slight light coming in from under the trapdoor, he saw vaguely a pile of debris.

Instead of rushing to look around, he turned back and reached out under the trapdoor, pulling the old butler.

"It's really old ..." old Edward sighed. "Mr. McLean, there is an oil lamp on the post next to it. You can take it off first and make it brighter."