Chapter 682

As far as the news of Rita Skeeter itself is concerned, it is still very valuable to Hogwarts. Knowing the crooked thoughts of some unofficial groups in advance, you can try to prevent or change them in advance, which is much better than waiting for the situation to be exposed by itself.

For the same reason, Maca decided to take the initiative after thinking about it for a while. Instead of waiting for those wizards who gathered in Iran to come to their door, he might as well play by ear.

If Skeeter's information was not completely accurate, and the other party didn't mean to make a big fuss, then he was just making a trip in vain. But if the opponent really wanted to mess up the match, he would never allow it.

At nightfall, the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts Castle.

"Professor McGonagall, there seems to be some movement in the Iranian wizarding world. I will go over to take a look in a while. There is nothing serious here at the school. You should take a break... Isn't Charlotte here? Is there anything I need to run errands for? Just ask her to go!"

Maca's words made Charlotte, who was sitting not far away, raise her eyebrows.

"Hey! Little Maca, you've been very courageous lately—" she said with a smile as she stood up and walked this way, "Professor McGonagall's matter, I will naturally do it as my own, and it's still useful Did you say?"

"Oh, I'm here to curry favor with Professor McGonagall!" Maca immediately turned her head and said with a shy smile, "Senior sister... come here, don't be angry..."

However, Charlotte did not buy his account at all.

"Eh? How can you tell that I'm angry? It's not—"

Before she finished speaking, she forced Maca's shoulders to turn him back, followed by a crisp "pop", which was still familiar.

After spending a long time with Mag in the principal's office, Charlotte has long since lost her restraint. Because she found that Professor McGonagall actually likes to see the vitality of young people,

This made her more unscrupulous.

Of course, apart from Maca, she doesn't have the guts to play with other professors like this.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the two children in front of him and couldn't help but smile, "Maka, what happened to the Iranian magic world?"

"Oh, it's like this..."

When it came to business, Maca put away his playful thoughts and seriously told Professor McGonagall about the deal he made with Rita Skeeter. Finally, he talked about his plan to investigate in Iran.

After listening to Maca's words, Mag frowned visibly.

"If the information provided by Ms. Skeeter is correct, there must be quite a few wizards gathering there now—" she said in a deep voice, "Maka, I think this matter should be handed over to the International Federation of Wizards for resolution. Even if we take a step back, we should first discuss it with the Ministry of Magic—this event is equally important to the British magic community, and Scrimgeour will definitely take action."

But Maca shook his head immediately, he didn't fully agree with Professor McGonagall's idea.

"Actually, I know this too," Maca said, "However, whether it is to inform the Wizards Union or communicate with Scrimgeour, it must be verified after definite verification. If the actual situation is still in doubt Negotiate with both parties when there is time, in case Skeeter’s information is wrong...then it’s not as simple as just running around by myself!”

The question Maca wanted to say was actually very clear—if Scrimgeour and even the International Federation of Wizards were to work for nothing, although it would not leave a bad impression on those two parties, it would be a loss of favor.

Nowadays, Hogwarts can be regarded as a big force, at least for now it is famous. And the favor based on one side's power is not so easy to repay!

Of course, Maca's consideration is more beneficial to Hogwarts, but McGonagall's choice is safer and safer. Comparing the two, it's hard to say whose idea is better, it can only be said that each has its own emphasis.

"Maca..."

After hearing Maca's analysis, Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, as if he was relieved that the child was dedicated to the school. It's just that no matter how powerful Maca is, she is still a student she has taught in her heart, and it is natural for her to think about children.

"I still think that you'd better not... Albus once said in the past that even he would make mistakes. When doing things, you should be as cautious as possible..."

"That's right! No matter how capable you are, you are still alone. Don't always think about solving problems by yourself." Charlotte put her hand on Maca's shoulder and persuaded her.

But Maca waved his hand with a relaxed smile on his face.

"This is not to deal with Voldemort and Grinwald, who said I have to go alone?" He laughed, "Don't worry! Aren't there some old guys in the Order of the Phoenix who have nothing to do all day long? Last time Lupine It's too free to go off to take care of the Malfoy family's private affairs...I'll call them all when I go to Iran this time!"

"Well, that's okay..." Professor McGonagall said, but paused again, "But there are only a few people over there now... Didn't you say that the Indian delegation is in Iran? The number of people is still too small gone."

"Professor, don't forget that we still have a lot of fresh troops!" Maca pointed to the floor, "There are so many elves, fighting is enough! Not to mention that this time we are just going to find out the real news , if you're lucky, you won't even be able to do it..."

"Hmm..." Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, and then nodded, "Okay! But since you mentioned those elves... I still have to remind you, they are not wizards after all, and they are not wizards when combined. It's easy... you still have to be careful."

"Of course," Maca replied, "I will pay more attention."

He said so on the lips, but he was thinking in his heart that he should really find something for them to do. Now those little guys are wandering around in the Forbidden Forest all day long, and they have taken up the territory vacated after the centaur left. They haven't even returned to the castle much recently. Only occasionally, a few elves would become interested and come to the school to help clean up.

Although this kind of spontaneous behavior is the normal life state of elves, it is not a problem if it goes on like this. Maca tricked this group of little guys into Hogwarts, not just to make them settle here...

Now that Professor McGonagall has made sense, Maca will not delay any longer. Of course, there is a time difference between Britain and Iran, and it should be almost early morning there.

After saying goodnight to Professor McGonagall and Charlotte, he immediately set off for Black's old house and called Sirius and Lupine.

After Maka walked out of the school gate, his figure disappeared under the night as the space twisted for a while.

...

"Click—"

The doorknob of the gate of Black's old house turned slightly, and immediately, a long-lost guest was ushered in.

Since there is really nothing to do now, plus there are children living here. So at night, those who should go out to find a place to have a drink will go out early, and those who should go back to the room early to sleep will not stay downstairs.

As soon as Maca stepped into the entrance hall, he found that the room was dark, and even the lights had been blown out long ago.

"Speaking of which, Isla is about to reach the age of school, right? Next year or the year after?" He thought to himself as he walked in, "Well, let's ask Helen later..."

However, even though everyone is basically upstairs right now, the people who live here are either wolves, dogs, or house elves, and their ears are good! From the moment Maca didn't deliberately suppress his voice, it was destined that someone would appear soon.

Sure enough, Kreacher, the house-elf who lived under the boiler in the kitchen, first appeared in the hall. He has been staying in this old house since he was born, rarely going outside, and he knows everything here.

Accompanied by a slight "crack" sound, his crooked little figure immediately appeared in front of Maca, and immediately bowed deeply.

"Honorable Mr. McLean, Old Kreacher greets you..."

"Well," Maca nodded at him, "where's Sirius? Did he go to the Leaky Cauldron tonight?"

"Oh...yes, of course he went..." Kreacher still bowed his body, and after answering Maca, he continued to mutter, "The mistress' unfilial son, of course he doesn't want to stay here...but He should also clearly realize that the hostess also doesn't want to see him dangling here..."

Seeing that the house elf of the Black family is still the same, Maca can't help but smile helplessly.

And at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the other side of the stairs at the end of the hall. Not long after, a demure girl in her nightgown came down from the second floor with an oil lamp.

"Lena," Maca looked up, "did it wake you up? Sorry... but Lupine should be there, right? Help me get him—"

Halfway through the conversation, he paused for a moment, but shook his head again: "Forget it, I'll go by myself... Kreacher, go to the Leaky Cauldron for me and call Sirius back, and say that I found some for him." something to do!"

"Yes, Mr. McLean, old Kreacher is going to—"

The house-elf was always extremely obedient, even though he really didn't want to see Sirius, the only master in name, but he disappeared without saying a word.

And Maca, led by Lena, walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"Tuk tuk."

Lupine has lived in Black's old mansion since the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix. He and Sirius, the old brother, had nowhere else to go, and it was nice to have each other's company now.

But when Maca suddenly heard a suspicious little commotion in the room following his knock on the door, he suddenly felt that maybe Lupine would move out soon. harry potter book of crimes

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