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"Oh—McLean, you look taller again!"

Remus Lupine was coming to meet him. He still looked poor and destitute, and he didn't know where he had been for a while.

But at least he seems to be in good spirits, and he should be living a fairly satisfactory life.

"I'm developing!" Maca said, pointing to Tonks next to him, "Nymphadora Tonks, a new Auror from the Ministry of Magic, a rising star in the British wizarding world." new star."

"Uh...hey, hello! Nefer...huh?" Lupine mumbled the name in his mouth for a while, and found that it was really inappropriate, "cough...I'm Remus Lupine. "

"Call me Tonks!"

Apparently, Tonks himself doesn't like the name very much either, it always reminds people of some inappropriate and vulgar titles①.

"Is Sirius there?"

Maca didn't have time to worry about Tonks' name. He looked into the back room, but found that there was indeed another person inside, but it was obviously not Sirius.

That's a...um...how should I put it? He is a man who has almost merged with the darkness!

Uh, well! In fact, he is just a dark-skinned wizard...

"Shacklebolt?"

Maca was surprised that this elite Auror came here in the middle of the night when he was free.

Or if a man is bald, he becomes stronger! This tall Auror with no hair on his head was just as good as his name in catching dark wizards, and he was also experienced in other matters.

At this moment, he was lying on the table writing something, when he heard someone call his name, he immediately raised his head.

"Mr. McLean?"

The two are meeting for the first time, but they can be regarded as known to each other for a long time. Maca has seen the name "Kingsley Shacklebolt" in various incident files; as for Shacklebolt, the name "Macca McLean" is simply synonymous with "big trouble" .

"From today onwards, I finally don't have to worry about Mr. McLean and your affairs..." Shaker's voice sounded very deep and solid, giving people a sense of stability, "After all, we can be regarded as We're on the same side."

Maca shrugged with a smile, and said apologetically, "I've caused you trouble... But in my opinion, this is probably just the beginning!"

"Oh—that's not pleasant news."

Shacklebolt shook his head slightly, then dropped his head again and resumed his work. The stronghold here has just been opened recently, and the Order of the Phoenix has not officially restarted until today. There are many things that need to be planned in detail!

At this moment, Tonks grabbed Maca's shoulder and poked his head in, and then retracted.

"Why is he here?" Tonks stretched out his fingers and poked Maca's lower back, muttering softly.

"Isn't it nice to have a boss here to take care of you?" Maca chuckled lightly, "With such a good opportunity, I don't need to learn more, Shaker is an elite who is even ranked in the Ministry of Magic." Auror."

"..." Tonks curled his lips and said, "He's good at everything, but he's too boring."

Maca smiled indifferently, and then looked at Lupine again.

"Hey! Let me tell you, how did you think about my proposal last time?" He asked, "It's about going to that island to breed magical creatures."

"I think, let's wait until the matter here is over!" Lupine spread his hands and said, "You are short of manpower here, aren't you?"

"Okay... oh, that's right! Remember to come here regularly to take potions, I put them in the potion cabinet over there." Maca pointed to the other side, then turned around and said, " Then, I should go back to Hogwarts to catch up on sleep, see you next time!"

"Dear Mr. McLean, are you leaving now?"

Maca had just turned around when he saw Kreacher, the house elf, appearing in front of him wrapped in a rag as usual.

"Though presumptuous,

But old Kreacher thought the mistress didn't like so much filth—"

"Stop complaining, Kreacher." Maca casually said while passing by it, "If you want Regulus' last wish to come true, you have to rely on them, understand?"

"...Well, by the way, next time I'm free, I'll clean it up with you... It's too dirty!"

Klee shrunk his neck, glared at Tonks and Lupine who were standing at the door of the back room, and then stepped aside.

"How can I trouble you, yes...cleaning...Old Kreacher can do it by himself, he can do it by himself..."

Under the respectful gaze of the elf Kreacher, Maca left the old house of the Black family peacefully.

"What's the matter with that house-elf?" Tonks turned around, only to see Lupine staring numbly at the gate, wondering what he was thinking.

"Mr. Lupine?" Tonks asked strangely, "What's the matter?"

"Hmm..." Lupine finally came to his senses after being called out by her, "That's Kreacher, who has served the Black family here since he was a child... You'll understand later."

Kreacher doesn't like anyone very much, and Lupine, who is a close friend of Sirius, has already experienced this - however, this doesn't seem to be a problem to McLean!

When the two were about to go to the inner room, the door was suddenly opened again. When they looked back, it was Maca who had gone and returned.

"By the way, I should remind you..." Maca stood at the gate and ordered towards the inside, "In the next period of time, Voldemort will have a lot of small moves, just pay more attention."

After finishing speaking, there was another "bang", and the door was closed again.

"...Did he almost forget this most important thing?" Tonks said with chills.

"Who knows?" Lupine sighed.

The members of Dumbledore's anti-Voldemort organization are reuniting, and Voldemort's Death Eaters are already eager to try. The turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm lake seems to be about to start to churn.

And it is foreseeable that when the first undercurrent breaks through the water surface, no matter how weak it is, the ripples will spread to the entire lake surface at an extremely fast speed, ruthlessly breaking all the tranquility floating on the surface.

If Maca hadn't acted in time, once the previous missing persons case turned into a werewolf murder case, it would surely form the first wave of insecurity.

Maca's current actions are undoubtedly delaying the intensification of conflicts and the outbreak of chaos.

As long as all undercurrents are still undercurrents, even if they are imminent and unstoppable, the false peace can still bring him a period of peace.

yes!

In order to be able to contact the Bewitching Monument in a nearly perfect state, and to eliminate possible dangers without any doubts, he still needs time, and the more the better...

This night, Maca was in a hurry, but still only managed to get three hours of sleep.

It's not that he loves learning and research, so he gave up the time to sleep late, but because someone came to Durmstrang's big ship early the next morning to find him.

"...Professor Moody?"

When Mad-Eye came into the cabin without saying a word, Maca was already sitting on the edge of the bed with his wand in his hand. He was rubbing his eyes vigorously and yawned a lot by the way.

"You still have time to sleep? The victim came to the door..." Mad-Eye muttered angrily, "Come with me, to the principal's office..."

"The owner?"

Maca waved his wand, and the clothes hanging on the hanger were put on him one by one, and he fastened his belt. Immediately afterwards, he reached out and fastened the medicine bag and sundries bag on the table at his waist, and then followed Mad-Eye onto the deck.

"Barty Crouch." Mad-Eye leaned on a cane, striding forward, and said casually, "You are also cruel enough, have you done this kind of thing more than once?"

Maca quickly followed behind him, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"I wish there would be fewer times. After all, seeing a life disappear under my own hands... not everyone can be happy." It's not easy being a Death Eater."

"Hmph...you will be stronger if you know how to fear death." Mad-Eye said disdainfully, "It's obviously impossible for those bastards to understand this truth."

"Are you really able to say a few words of truth casually?" Maca couldn't help complaining, "From the point of view of magic theory, that's really the case..."

Only a strong spirit can breed a strong substance. Even the learning and application of rule runes starts with understanding the spirit in them.

In this world, all magic cannot escape this basic theory, but each wizard's understanding of it is always different.

During the casual conversation, the two soon came to the door of the principal's office.

When the door was quietly opened, Maca immediately saw the current director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic-Barty Crouch, I.

Compared with the meticulously dressed Mr. Crouch that he saw at the opening scene of the Triwizard Tournament, he is now standing hunched over in the principal's office, with a skinny face and a shattered appearance. The color is beyond words.

After losing his son "again", he is no longer as calm and composed as before, he is old after all.

"Mr. Crouch."

Maca walked to him calmly and solemnly, leaned slightly towards him, showing the consciousness he should have.

No matter how evil Barty Crouch Jr. may be, no matter how devoted he is to Voldemort, he is still a father's child. Even though his father has always been incompetent, Maca should express his apology at this time.

"It's me who sent your child away with my own hands."

Maca told the truth without any hesitation.