Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

If the previous bald old man was used as a criterion for judgment, the danger to the members of the Order was not low.

Of course, nothing could be said based on the information collected by Montongues.

"Keep an eye on the general movement of those people first, but don't try to get too close-again, the priority is to keep yourself safe."

Having said that, Maca poured as much butter beer as possible into the stomach and left the cup on the bar behind him.

"Oh, I almost forgot! If you were, you wouldn't take the initiative to make it, no matter if it was safe or not?"

Maca smiled at Monton Gus, and then pulled out a Jin Jialong and placed it next to the cup, as if she was about to leave.

"Are you busy again?"

At the bar, Aberforth, who was collecting the cup, asked for a rare initiative, and Maca shook her head.

"I think ... I haven't really been idle ..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mondonguez looked up and wondered: "You are ... Are you going to investigate tonight?"

"An investigation is definitely needed, after all, there are some minor issues that I am paying attention to," Makar paused. "But before that, I have to see someone first."

As soon as he remembered that the bald had repeatedly mentioned "Heir of Sin" and "Dagger of Pain", Maca wanted to dig something out of the other person's mind.

Unfortunately, apart from that astrological prediction, he didn't get more practical information.

However, since the opponent mentioned the dagger, it means that the matter is more or less related to what he is studying. Or, in other words, he might be able to get some information from it that can be written into the new version of the Book of Sin.

Wherever there is such a possibility, Maca will not want to let it go easily. Because as long as he is still trying to figure out the true purpose of Royna Ravenclaw, he must try to make himself equal or even more practical intelligence.

Otherwise, he can only be trapped in Royna's control forever-even the "great" witch seems to have been dead for nearly a thousand years.

"I have to go, see you next time!"

After saying hello to the two, Maca straightened her collar and walked out of the pig's head bar.

Right now, it's night.

Hogsmeade villages are always cold at night, and thick snow accumulates off the road. He stepped on the snow, crunched two steps toward no one, and as the space expanded and contracted, a fluff of snowflakes appeared, and he disappeared.

...

Classes are still scheduled tomorrow morning, so it's best to make the trip Maca in the evening. Fortunately, this time he really just wanted to find someone to understand the situation again. In theory, he must be able to catch up to go back to sleep.

"Oh!"

It is no longer a tense period when Voldemort is still active, and most of the flyway network lines connecting to the Department of Magic have been restored.

Of course, Maca himself knows that when he uses the fireplace to move, he always makes some inevitable movements.

"Yes yes, don't stare at me, isn't it that the fire is a little bit bigger?"

With Maca's popularity in the magic world today, even the over-reaction of the flying flames will only surprise the wizards.

But honestly, at the point where most of the staff members have come home from work, the flow of people in the Department of Magic Department is still quite a lot, which is quite surprising.

Just to compare with the daytime scene, it is obviously much better.

When passing the security checkpoint in front, the duty officer behind the counter glanced back and forth towards Maca. But it is conceivable that as long as Maca has no intention of stopping, they are afraid to die.

"Rest assured, this is your job, and I will try my best to cooperate," Maca walked in front of a security inspector and smiled at her, "but before that-I don't know if Mr. Scrimgeour is off work ? "

"Uh ..." behind the counter, the uniformed female security inspector hesitated, "No, I don't think so. On normal working days, Mr. Minister is usually--"

As she was talking, she glanced up at the huge wall clock in the square, and then continued: "Yes, it won't be off in more than two hours."

Maca shrugged when she heard that.

"Oh, that's due diligence—" he continued. "Send a message to the Assistant Secretary's Office! Just say that Marka McLean of Hogwarts needs to meet Mr. Scrimgeour ... "

In the middle of the words, Maca suddenly remembered something, and added: "Ah, I won't give you my wand for inspection. I don't think it makes any sense."

"Wand ... this ... is it ..."

The female security inspector touched the hat above her head with a little anxiety, and looked back at another colleague with a slightly different uniform.

It seems that the position of that person is higher than her ... even if not, the qualifications of that colleague must be much deeper than her.

Seeing that she nodded in the right direction, she turned to look at Maca again.

"I see, Mr. McLean." She nodded her head before she followed. "And ... I'm sorry, do you have ... I mean, have you made an appointment?"

"No no no no!"

The female security inspector was asking intermittently, Maca hadn't shown any impatience, but the middle-aged staffer behind her seemed unable to bear it anymore.

I saw him take two steps forward and squeezed beside the female security inspector with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. McLean, you definitely don't need to make an appointment." He exclaimed loudly. "Just go in. The top office on the right hand side is the minister's office. I think Mr. Scrimgeour will be happy to talk to you. Syria! "

"Oh, thank you!" Maca smiled. "But I have to say, this security inspector is doing a good job. In fact, I am not too anxious today, just follow the process-"

"Let's notify the Assistant Minister first! If you need to make an appointment, it's his job!"

As Maca said, he is not in a hurry today. If he needed an urgent meeting, he would not go to Scrimgeour in the usual way like now.

The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly very important for the magical world of a country, and this was clearly demonstrated at the time of Voldemort.

Taking into account that the despicable Haierbo will not be resurrected suddenly, he also intends to check the situation here, it can be considered to prepare for the future.

If necessary, he can even help Scrimgedo add some security to consolidate the relative stability of the British Ministry of Magic for some time to come.

Judging by the performance of the current Minister of Magic, Maca did not mind contributing to this place.

After a moment of waiting, the assistant minister ran downstairs himself and picked up Maca in a good voice in the eyes.

Soon after he left, the middle-aged security inspector muttered with a dumb look.

"... Isn't this an appointment at all?"

As for the female security inspector who had received Maca just now, she still stretched her neck and looked at the direction of the elevator until she could no longer see the back of Maca.

"Anna, McLean just praised me! He praised me for doing well!"

"Hey, people just say 'OK'," Behind another counter, the same female colleague immediately gave her a white look. "Again, are you so excited? Just like you, are you still expecting something? No way? "

"Hmm? No ..." she whispered awkwardly. "He's five years younger than me ... five years old ... wait, it doesn't seem to be too much!"

The female security inspector muttered, and looked up at the square. Among the rows of "Outstanding Contributors of the Ministry of Magic" on the fountain square wall, there was a bright image of Maca flashing on it.

...

When many people followed Maca's arrival and turned their attention to the portrait portrait, Maca himself had followed Scrimgeour's third assistant to board the elevator.

Of course, he also saw the portrait with his upper body, and he raised an eyebrow at him, saying hello.

However, this didn't make much sense to him, because in the future, if he had a bad relationship with the minister, maybe his portrait would be secretly withdrawn!

The vested interests are the most effective ones, and the rest depend on the careful maintenance to become more permanent. Unfortunately, accidents are often unexpected and merciless.

"Mr. McLean, please--"

Along the way, Maca could feel that the assistant minister who was walking in front ignored him somewhat, which was probably due to the jealousy of being a "young man".

As Scrimgeour's assistant, he knew very well that he needed to be respectful of Maca, but he was just a few years older than Maca, and he was still an "excellent talent".

To be honest, if it is not excellent, it will not win the most sought-after newcomer position of "assistant minister of magic" among so many competitors at one stroke ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ such as this one. "Maca couldn't help but chuckled secretly.

If this "talent" can climb up again and again, accumulate qualifications in various positions, and finally rely on strength and luck to seize the position of the Minister of Magic, then the relationship between Maca and him is usually not good. Yes.

Even if it is polite on the surface and wants to communicate in depth, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult.

"I said hello to Mr. Scrimgeour just now. He's waiting for you right now. There is something else on my side, so I won't stay with you."

After sending Maca to the door of the minister's office, the third assistant left without looking back.

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