Chapter 133 Flower Name Mystery Crystal

The cruel reality told Maca that rowing is a very tiring thing.

With his immature body, it didn't take long for him to put down the oars and let the escape boat float leisurely on the sea, drifting towards the shore little by little with the waves.

In the area closer to the coast, the waves always rush perpendicular to the shore, so there is no need to worry about drifting elsewhere.

When the rising sun tore the first ray of light through the darkness of the night, everything seemed to become clear—they could see the land in the distance...

When Maca got his feet on the ground again, his efficient mobility came into play again.

He discussed it with Sarah, and after asking for some not-so-excessive benefits, sending her back was the only thing he had to do—disrupt the trafficker's business and ask for some reward by the way. Although he didn't do this kind of thing often, But this is not the first time.

Asking about the location, planning the route along the way, and then changing their clothes... With the convenience of "money is easy to do things", they returned to Sarah's home in the fastest and most popular way.

An abducted little girl is rescued by another younger boy - this kind of thing is really rare, but for the parents of the children, it is very important for their daughter to return home safe and sound. Nothing could be better.

Maca disclosed Alger's news to Sarah's father, and what happened after that has nothing to do with him.

When he bid farewell to Sarah and her family and left Sarah's big house, he turned his head inadvertently, but saw an owl flying far away passing by the door of Sarah's house...

"Owl? Is there Harry Potter or something..." He joked subconsciously.

However, Maca, who didn't care much at first and was about to leave, suddenly stopped in her tracks. He turned his head again and stared at the direction the owl left for a long time, as if he felt that something was wrong.

After a while, Maca came back to her senses and walked quickly to the gate of Sarah's house.

"Boom boom boom"

The door was opened, and the servants of Sarah's family looked at him strangely.

"Mr. McLean, is there anything else?"

"Is there a letter for Miss Sarah just now?" Maca asked bluntly.

"Oh——" The servant turned sideways, looked at the built-in mailbox by the door, and found a strange envelope lying quietly inside.

"... There is indeed a... um, a strange letter..." He turned it over and over in doubt.

"Can I have a look at the envelope? Just look at the envelope!" Maca asked hastily.

"Oh, I think...Of course, if it's just the envelope, there's nothing wrong with it." The servant handed the letter to Maca.

Right on the envelope, a coat of arms consisting of a lion, badger, eagle and snake, and a capital "H" was clearly printed on it, causing Maca's mind to be in a mess.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity and discord that he woke up in the attic before made him feel restless again.

Maca looked at the envelope in his hand again, then raised his head and looked around, trying to find the source of all his uneasiness.

However, he looked around for a long time, but he didn't get anything.

"What's going on? This feeling... as if I forgot something important..."

"What?" The servant looked at him with doubts on his face.

"Oh...no, it's nothing," Maca handed the envelope back to him, "I saw this letter when the postman came over just now—I thought I knew the sender, but it seems that I read it wrong .”

He explained a few words casually, then left again.

But this time, he changed his original plan - he felt that he had to go to London.

...

Facts have proved that even if a Muggle has some guesses about the existence of the wizarding world, it is still very difficult to find them.

Fortunately, Maca is not a pure Muggle - in the car accident a few years ago, he had already experienced a magical runaway.

To put it bluntly, the magic power in Maca's body had already awakened at this time, and the banishing Muggle spell had no effect on him.

However, it is still quite a time-consuming task to find a broken bar in the huge London that does not know the exact location, or even exists.

After wandering around London for a few days, Maca finally found a suspiciously small, shabby bar on Charing Cross Road in Westminster, between a big bookstore and a record store.

"Um……"

Maca, who stepped into the bar, could no longer hide her surprise. With his mouth half open, he looked at the dirty layout in the bar and the customers in strange costumes, his surprise was beyond words.

"...Are you surprised?" Just as he was shocked by the various things in the bar, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Maca turned around suddenly, but saw an old man with a lot of silver-white long hair and beard, and a long hooked nose looking at him curiously.

Hidden behind the old man's half-moon lenses are a pair of wise blue eyes.

"Deng, Dumbledore?" Maca exclaimed.

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded, but his eyes kept on looking at Maca. "To be honest, I might be more surprised than you..."

As he spoke, he suddenly put his slightly skinny but slender and broad hands on Maca's shoulders.

Immediately, Maca felt dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was sitting on the ground at the door of the seventh greenhouse, and Dumbledore was squatting beside him, his hands also firmly on his shoulders.

"Oh—thanks to Merlin—" Professor Sprout clapped his hands happily, "You finally woke up!"

Maca stared blankly at Dumbledore and Sprout, and it took him a while to calm down his chaotic mind.

"...It's really a scary plant." Maca murmured, "Can people immerse themselves in the world of memories...?"

At this moment, Dumbledore smiled at him.

"It's just that you are special..." He said calmly, "This kind of flower should have been completely extinct... Well, it is called 'Riddle Crystal', and it has been very rare in ancient times."

"They generally just leave the minds of ordinary wizards blank. Only creatures with powerful souls will enter a world where memories and subconsciousness are combined like you."

Having said that, Dumbledore looked at Maca curiously again, "It seems that your soul is very special."

Maca heard the words, but shook her head in a daze.

"Professor, how did you do it just now..." In the middle of speaking, Maca subconsciously said, "Oh! Is it some kind of application of Legilimency?"

"Well... Actually, there is a slight difference." Dumbledore said frankly, "Of course, it's not far behind—by the way, Occlumency has a little effect on the effect of that flower."

"...Okay, so, what time is it?"

"It's only been a few minutes." Dumbledore nodded his head with his slender fingers, "For the spiritual world, time is meaningless."

While talking, he waved to Maca, "Maka, how about walking with me for a few steps?"

On the breezy lawn, Dumbledore and Maca walked forward casually. Dumbledore talked about some trivial things in life from time to time, and occasionally talked about his favorite desserts and drinks.

It was as if he really just wanted to take a walk with Maca.

"...Speaking of which, ever since I became the principal, I haven't had much time." He shrugged slightly, and said playfully, "When I was just a teacher in the past, I was always enthusiastically busy with work—until Now I feel that, sometimes, frequently chatting with students about study and thoughts is not as useful as taking a casual walk..."

"That way, both parties will feel more at ease, won't they?"

"... Maybe the way you treat different people will change accordingly." Maca said casually.

"People's hearts are complicated, and no one can make choices for others, and neither do I." Dumbledore shook his head, "Because, when we don't know the answer, we may always choose the wrong option."

Maca nodded as if realizing something.

"It's time for us to go back... You see, the headmaster is still very busy with work." Dumbledore spread his hands, "If you want, let's go for a walk next time!"

Maca looked at the back of Dumbledore walking towards the castle, and sincerely admired the greatest white wizard today.

Just now, in the so-called "spiritual world", Dumbledore has definitely seen some clues - Maca already knew about the existence of wizards before receiving the Hogwarts admission letter.

But Dumbledore didn't ask much, even though he was already surprised.

After teaching students like Voldemort, this wise white wizard has changed his educational philosophy. He no longer interferes too much with each of his students, but silently observes, guides, and guards. And pay for every step they take.

This is not something that ordinary good people can do. At least Maca thinks that it is impossible for him to do this in his life.

The flowers in the greenhouse, called "mysteries", have been separated by Professor Sprout. The "Do Not Approach" sticker will not be removed until the relevant problems are solved, and Professor Sprout has been busy for a long time.

As for Maca, the previous experience gave him a lot of insights. More importantly, he seemed to feel that he could faintly feel some emotional fluctuations.

Even if the feeling is still vague, at least there is hope of a solution, and this is the biggest gain.