Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

If the previous bald old man was used as the basis of judgment, for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, the level of danger for that group was really not low.

Of course, just based on the intelligence collected by Mondungus so far, nothing can be said.

"Look at the general movements of those people first, but don't try to get too close-or that sentence, put your own safety first."

Having said that, Maca poured all the butterbeer left in the glass into his stomach, and then placed the glass on the bar behind him.

"Oh, I almost forgot! If it were you, probably no matter if it's safe or not, you wouldn't take the initiative to get there, right?"

Maca smiled at Mondungus, then took out a Jin Jialong and placed it next to the cup, looking like he was about to leave.

"Getting busy again?"

At the bar, Aberforth, who was receiving the cup, asked a rare initiative, and Maca shook his head.

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

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Montongues on the side couldn't help but raised his head and wondered: "You are...Are you going to investigate yourself tonight?"

"Investigation is definitely necessary. After all, this matter also involves some small issues that I am paying attention to," Macka paused, "but before that, I have to meet someone first."

Thinking of that bald head had repeatedly mentioned "Heir of Sin" and "Dagger of Pain", Maca wanted to dig something out of the opponent's mind.

Unfortunately, apart from that astrological prediction, he did not get more practical and useful information.

However, since the other party 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".

Whenever there is such a slight possibility, Maca will not want to let it go easily.Because as long as he still wants to figure out the true purpose of Rowena Ravenclaw, he must try to make himself have the same or even more actual intelligence than the other party.

Otherwise, he would have to be trapped in Rowena's control forever-even if the "great" witch seemed to have been dead for nearly a thousand years.

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

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

Right now, it's night.

The night in Hogsmeade Village is always cold, and there is thick snow outside the road.He stepped on the snow and walked crunchingly for two steps to a place where no one was there. As the space expanded and contracted, he brought up a fluff of snowflakes, and he disappeared.

...

Classes are still scheduled for tomorrow morning, so this trip to Maca had better be done in the evening.Fortunately, this time he really just wanted to find someone to find out about the situation again. In theory, he must be in time to get a good night's sleep.

"Boom!"

It was no longer the tense period when Voldemort was still active, and most of the Floo network lines connected to the Department of Magic Hall had been restored.

Of course, Maca himself knew very well that when he used the fireplace to move, he would always make some inevitable noise.

"Yes, yes, don't stare at me. Isn't the fire a little bit bigger?"

With the current popularity of Maca in the magic world, even if the Floo Fan’s demon flame reaction is excessive, it will only amaze the wizards even more.

But to be honest, at this point where most of the staff have gone home from get off work, there is still a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic Hall, which is quite surprising.

It's just to be compared with the daytime scene, which is obviously better.

As he passed the security checkpoint in front of him, the person on duty behind the counter looked back and forth at Maca a few more times.But it is conceivable that as long as Maca has no intention to stop, they are afraid they will be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, this is your job, and I will try my best to cooperate," Maca walked up to a security inspector and smiled at her, "but before that-I wonder if Mr. Scrimgeour is off work. ?"

"Uh..." Behind the counter, the female security inspector in uniform hesitated, "No, I don't think so. On normal working days, Mr. Minister will usually be in—"

As she was talking, she looked up at the huge wall clock in the square, and then continued: "Yes, it will be more than two hours before leaving get off work."

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help shrugging.

"Oh, that's really conscientious--" he continued, "Send a message to the Assistant Minister's Office! Let's just say that Maca McLean of Hogwarts needs to see Mr. Scrimgeour... "

Halfway through the conversation, Maca suddenly seemed to remember something, and then added: "Ah, my wand won't be checked by you anymore, I don't think it makes any sense."

"The magic wand...this...is it..."

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

It looks like that person's position seems to be higher than hers... Even if it isn't, that colleague must be much more senior than her.

Seeing that she nodded in the opposite direction, she turned around and looked at Maca again.

"I see, Mr. McLean." She nodded first, and then followed, "Then... I'm sorry, do you have... I mean, did you make an appointment?"

"No no no no!"

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

He took two steps forward and squeezed to the side of the female security inspector with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. McLean, you definitely don't need to make an appointment." He said loudly, "Just go in. On the top floor and on the right hand side is the Minister's Office-I think Mr. Scrimgeour will be happy to be with you. Syrian!"

"Oh, thank you!" Maca smiled, "But I have to say that this lady security inspector did a good job. Actually, I am not too anxious today, just follow the process--"

"It's better to notify the assistant minister first! Do you need to make an appointment, that's his job!"

As Maca said, he is not in a hurry today. If he needs an urgent meeting, he won't go to Scrimgeour in the usual way.

The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly very important to the magical world of a country, and this point was clearly highlighted at Voldemort's time.

Considering that the despicable Helbo will suddenly resurrect when he does not know when, he also deliberately wants to check the situation here, which can be considered as preparing for the future.

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

Judging from the performance of the current Minister of Magic, Maca didn't mind making some contributions to this place.

After waiting for a while, the assistant minister personally ran down from upstairs and picked up Maca in full view.

Soon after he left, the middle-aged security inspector was still muttering in wonder.

"...Isn't there no need to make an appointment?"

As for the female security inspector who had received Maca just now, she still craned her neck and looked at the direction of the elevator until she couldn't see Maca's back, and then she withdrew her eyes brightly.

"Anna, McLean praised me just now! He praised me for doing a good job!"

"Hey, they only said it was'not bad.'" Behind the other counter, the same female colleague immediately gave her a blank look. "Besides, are you so excited? Just like you, are you still expecting something? Nothing?"

"Eh? No..." She whispered awkwardly, "He is five years younger than me... Five years old... Wait, it doesn't seem to be too bad!"

While muttering, the female security inspector looked up at the square again. Among the rows of "Portraits of Outstanding Contributors to the Ministry of Magic" on the wall of the fountain square, there was a glorious image of Maca flashing on it.

...

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

Of course he also saw the portrait of his upper body, and the self in it raised his eyebrows at him, which was regarded as a greeting.

However, this doesn't make much sense to him, because in the future, if he and Mr. Minister have a relationship, maybe his portrait will be removed secretly!

Vested interests are the most effective interests, and the rest will depend on 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 walked in the front was somewhat indifferent to him, probably because of the jealousy of the same "young man."

As Scrimgeour's assistant, he knew very well that he had to be respectful of Maca, but he happened to be not much older than Maca, and he was also an "excellent talent."

To be honest, if he were not good, he would not win the most sought-after position of "Assistant to the Minister of Magic" among so many competitors.

"Like this one." Maca couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

If this "talent" can climb up again and again in the future, through the accumulation of qualifications in various positions, and finally rely on strength and luck to seize the position of Minister of Magic, the relationship between Maca and him is usually not much better. Of it.

Even if it seems to be polite on the surface, it would be extremely difficult to communicate in depth.

"I have greeted Mr. Scrimgeour just now. He is waiting for you inside. I have something to do, so I won't accompany him anymore."

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

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