Chapter 332 Examination for Uncle Hei

( ) "McLean, you're finally back! Did you know that the owls can't find you—we're all freaking out!"

"I rushed back as fast as possible, Hagrid and the others are still moving the giant tribe in the deep mountains and old forests!"

"Transfer the giant tribe? Oh, no... let's not talk about this, you go upstairs with me! Go and see Kingsley!"

"Ah, yes... What happened to Kingsley? What exactly happened during the time I was away from England..."

Two full days have passed since the night when those giants were fooled.

After those giants with well-developed limbs and simple minds all regarded Hagrid as the messenger of the ancestors, Maca observed for a while.

After he explained clearly to Hagrid and Madam Maxime what he should do, he immediately seized the time and hurried back with the Portkey.

But when he rushed back to Hogwarts for a while, before he could take a breath, he learned that something seemed to be wrong with the Order of the Phoenix.

Since the situation seemed to be urgent, he went to Black's old house without stopping. Immediately afterwards, he was grabbed by the wrist by Mrs. Weasley who stayed at home, and he staggered upstairs.

"...At first he just looked dull, but within two days, he also had a purposeless desire to attack. There is no way, we can only use magic to control him—" Mrs. Weasley As she chattered, from just now, her face was filled with incomparable worry.

"...in this room."

The two stopped at the door of a small bedroom in the corner of the third floor, and then Mrs. Weasley gestured towards the closed door.

"En." Maca nodded slightly, and then unscrewed the doorknob without hesitation.

After he opened the door of this small bedroom, he saw a tall figure tightly locked by magic handcuffs and shackles. And when Mrs. Weasley turned on the magic lamp in the room, the darkness in the room was completely dispelled in an instant.

The one controlled by both magic and physics is Kingsley Shaker, whom Maca has long been familiar with.

However, although his appearance hadn't changed at all, Kingsley's eyes were completely different. In those pupils that were supposed to be gentle and tolerant, what Maca could see was madness.

The dark-skinned wizard in front of him saw someone coming in,

Immediately tried to stand up. At the same time, as the iron chain tightened for a while, he was pulled and sat down on the floor.

"Kingsley!" Maca shouted while staring at the other party's eyes as he walked forward, and then frowned slightly, "...Well, there is no response?"

He didn't take his eyes off Kingsley's eyes, and his hands didn't stop. He touched around his waist, took out a syringe, and after pulling out the needle cap, he gently pierced Kingsley's immobilized hand.

"...I can't even feel the pain," he said as he stretched out his hand and waved in front of Kingsley's eyes, "I can't even see... well? Then why did he 'stare' at me?"

While Maca was inspecting Kingsley, Mrs. Weasley kept describing the recent situation.

Maca listened distractedly, and only then did he realize that all this was caused by the abnormal case about the "mad wizard" last time.

In fact, there have been several more similar incidents in the days since Maca left British territory.

For unknown reasons, five wizards from different regions have fallen into an intermittent state of madness. And the wizard at the beginning even reached the point where he would only be quiet for a while every ten hours or so.

Because this series of cases is very likely to be some kind of conspiracy being planned by Voldemort, the matter was urgent, and since Maca could not be contacted immediately, Kingsley, who was in charge of tracking this case, went out to investigate for several nights in a row.

However, at dawn just over two days ago, the members of the Order of the Phoenix sitting in the kitchen having breakfast only waited for an elite Auror who looked distraught.

After that day, Kingsley's condition deteriorated rapidly.

Although he was unable to communicate with people normally when he came back, at least he was able to respond to people at that time, such as staring at people walking around, or making some syllables with unknown meaning.

But it didn't take long for him to completely turn into a fool who could only lie limp on the ground and drool in a daze.

And just the day before Maca came back, Kingsley finally showed a purposeless attack. It was just because his symptoms were very similar to those of the mad wizard in that series of cases, so when everyone was prepared, no one was injured.

"...It's just that Kingsley's appearance has shocked everyone quite a bit," Mrs. Weasley had long since lost her previous agitation, and at this moment she was telling seriously, "especially...last night, Sirius Sneaked out..."

"...Really?" Maca heard the words, and looked back at her subconsciously, "It's okay, I have a way to find him, but the most important thing right now is to find out Kingsley's physical condition first."

At this point, he took out another dark brown potion bottle from his waist, but did not unplug the bottle immediately.

"Mrs. Weasley, please cover your nose and hold your breath." After the other party followed suit with a little doubt, Maca also took a deep breath, pinched his nose with one hand, and pushed the bottle cork away with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly swung the bottle under Kingsley's nose, and then firmly pressed the cork tightly.

"Okay."

After Mrs. Weasley heard it, she gently lowered her hand covering her nose, only to find that a rather pungent smell had spread to the entire room.

"Oh—Merlin, what does it smell like?" She couldn't help covering her nose again.

"...Is the sense of smell also lost? Or..." Maca, who was talking to himself, didn't look back, he just explained casually, "This is a kind of mixed odorant, which can be used to drive away creatures with a sensitive sense of smell ...Of course, I guess you won't want to know the specific ingredients..."

"Well..." Mrs. Weasley paused, and then asked, "How is Kingsley doing?"

"It's hard to judge for now, but it shouldn't be caused by black magic...at least it won't be ordinary black magic."

After a lot of tossing, Maca wiped off the temporarily drawn rune pattern on the ground, and then left the bedroom with two syringes of Kingsley's blood samples, and hurried to the potion preparation room in the basement go.

"Mr. McLean? You're back..."

"Huh? Maca big bastard?"

On the landing of the stairs on the first floor, he happened to meet the sisters Leni Lena.

Leaving aside anything else, at least the status of the werewolf sisters did not seem to have changed: the elder sister Lena is still calm and composed, and the younger sister Leni still calls him a "big bastard" without opening her mouth.

"Oh, Lai-en?" Maca just said, but when he saw the figure coming out of the corner behind them, he was stunned for a moment, "...Ah, Miss Tia? Are you finally willing to go from there? Out?"

"Ma... Ma... Mr. McLean, I... that... good afternoon."

When Tia appeared in Maca's sight from that corner, she was wearing a new set of wizard robes for women. Her long black hair was pulled loosely around her shoulders, which added to her ordinary appearance.

It's just that her cowardly appearance is the same as before, not much has changed.

"Well, good afternoon." Maca smiled slightly, then turned to Lena and said, "Is there anyone else at home? Help me look around, and then bring it to the potion room—if no one is there, just Come here yourself! I need a more careful potions assistant..."

"OK."

Lena nodded lightly as always, and responded obediently. But just as she was about to turn around, she was a little surprised to hear Tia's voice.

"Mr. McLean... can I... can I...?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Maca stopped walking downstairs, stood on the steps and glanced at Tia.

"Oh...really? Of course..." He thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Lena, it seems that there is no need...Miss Tiya, come with me!"

After all, he said no more, and took the lead to continue walking to the steps leading to the basement. Seeing this, Tia folded her hands and squeezed them a little uneasily, then followed them together.

The whole Black old house has been renovated by everyone, and it has generally become brighter and warmer. Even the living room on the second floor, which hadn't been touched a while ago, has been completely cleaned up now.

But in this basement, it was still dark and cold, only bunches of faint blue flames twisted and danced in the magic lampshade on the wall, emitting a cold light without a trace of warmth.

But this is a matter of course, because there is Maca's remodeled potion preparation room and magic material storage room below.

In order to eliminate all environmental disturbances as much as possible, not only the constant magic is arranged in the room, but even the corridors and aisles will never be slack in the slightest.

Maca walked quickly in front, his steps were steady and powerful; but Tia, who followed behind him, seemed to be deeply resistant to the environment here, walking timidly, her lips pursed subconsciously up.

"Huh? Oh... don't be afraid, it's fine." Maca heard the messy footsteps behind her, "By the way, Miss Tiya is familiar with Potions?"

"...It's okay, I can't learn other subjects well... Potions... I'm quite interested." Tia paused, and then took a few steps to catch up with Maca.

"Is that so... oh, is that why you want to meet Professor Snape?"

While talking, Maca stopped by the last second door in the underground corridor, then took out his wand and lightly tapped the door without a lock hole and handle.

With a soft sound of "Bo", the door suddenly twisted, and then burst open like soap bubbles pierced by needles, and disappeared between the door frames.