Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 753: People and people

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

Of course, nothing can be said about the intelligence that Mondungus has collected so far.

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

Speaking of this, 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, you probably wouldn't take the initiative to get there, whether it's safe or not, right?"

Maca smiled at Mondungus, then took out a Jin Jialong and placed it next to the cup, seemingly ready to leave.

"Are you busy again?"

In the bar, Aberforth, who was receiving the cup, rarely asked, and Maca shook his head.

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

Mundungus saw that he seemed to be leaving, he couldn't help raising his head and wondering: "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."

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

Unfortunately, he didn't get more practical and useful information except for that astrological prediction.

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 edition of "The Book of Sin".

Maka wouldn't want to let it go easily whenever there is such a slight possibility. 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 can only be trapped in Rowena's control forever-even if 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 of them, Maca straightened his collar and walked out of the pig's head bar.

Now, it's night.

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

……

Classes are still scheduled for tomorrow morning, so this trip to Maca had to 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 is no longer the tense period when Voldemort was still active, and most of the Floo network lines connected to the Hall of Magic have been restored.

Of course, Maca himself knows very well that when he uses the fireplace to move, he will always make some inevitable movements.

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

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

But to be honest, at the 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 compare 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 that they will be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, this is your job. I will try my best to cooperate," Maca walked up to a security inspector and smiled at her. "But before that—I don’t know Mr. Scrimgeour. Are you off work?"

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

While speaking, 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."

Maca shrugged when he heard the words.

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

In the middle of the conversation, Maca suddenly seemed to remember something, and then added specifically: "Ah, my wand will not be checked by you, 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 then glanced 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...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 clerk behind her seemed unable to bear it anymore.

I saw him take two steps forward, squeezing 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. The top floor and the right hand side walk to the end is the minister's office-I think Mr. Scrimgeour will be happy I told you!"

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

"Let’s 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 as he does now.

The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly very important to the magical world of a country, and this 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 a period of time in the future.

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

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

Shortly after he left, the middle-aged security inspector murmured 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 gaze brightly.

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

"Hey, they just said it was'not bad.'" Behind another counter, the same female colleague immediately gave her a blank look. "Besides, are you so excited? Just like you, is it still What can't you expect?"

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

The female security inspector muttered and 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 Maca's arrival and turned their eyes 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 with his upper body, and the self in it raised his eyebrows at him 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. This was probably due to the jealousy of being a "young man".

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

To be honest, if you are not good, you will not win the most sought-after newcomer position of "Assistant to the Minister of Magic" among so many competitors~IndoMTL.com~For example, this one. "Maca couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

If this "talent" can climb up again and again in the future, through the accumulation of qualifications in various positions, and finally relying on strength and luck to seize the position of Minister of Magic, the relationship between Maca and him is usually good. Where did it go.

Even if you are polite on the surface, if you want to communicate deeply, it might be extremely difficult.

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

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

　　

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