Chapter 292: Go or not go

The Merlin medal represents honor.
For wizards who do not value honor, it is only a relatively rare collection; but for wizards who regard fame and achievement as life, it represents at least the recognition of the magic community in Europe.
The Merlin Medal will not bring the most direct benefits to the recipients, but with this medal, it will be much easier to seek benefits.
Maca picked up the little medal from the box held by Akinbad and gently buckled it to his chest. The streamer on the surface of the medal dangled around his chest, as if even he himself was even more upright. .
The youngest Merlin medal holder in history was quietly born at such a private lunch.
After all, the medal in front of Maca is actually closely related to Voldemort. It represents not only the achievements and honors of Maca, but also that Maca has officially disclosed his will to draw a line from Voldemort.
At the moment, the wizards kept talking, they were measuring the gains and losses of the current position, and carefully considering the path to be chosen next.
Among them, of course, the widowed people must first consider the safety of themselves and their families, but more powerful members need to consider the development direction of their own forces.
Until now, the intention of this private banquet in Dumbledore has been clearly revealed.
After he and Maca successively repelled Voldemort's offensive, and after the audio-visual presentation hosted by Maca would publicize the fact that "Voldemort is not invincible," Dumbledore apparently wanted to take advantage of the chase and reshuffle the current forces.
This is a direction and a necessity.
But Dumbledore and Maca certainly understood that this was not a one-time event. Today's luncheon is just the beginning.
It wasn't long before the luncheon was over in a panic.
Under Dumbledore's introduction, Maca became familiar with many of today's surnamed wizards.
No matter which side the wizards are currently on, in the intricate and magical world of interests, the enemies of the present may not be friends of the future.
Maca couldn't understand this.
Watching the so-called "celebrities" leave one by one, Maca stood beside Dumbledore, quietly thinking about each step to be taken next.
"Dumbledore, McLean ..."
A voice sounded behind them, and Dumbledore and Maca turned at the same time, nodding at the man with a smile.
"Kakalov," Dumbledore laughed. "I don't know what happened today, is it what you want to see?"
"At least you can feel at ease," Maca followed.
Karkaroff looked at the old man and the young boy with a grimace, and suddenly took a deep breath—if the two wizards had been standing together, Voldemort would have no hope of victory.
He looked back and forth between Dumbledore and Maca for a while, and finally took out a small metal tube from his arms and handed it to them.
"I still say that, don't forget to promise me!"
After Maca reached out to take over, Karkaroff turned decisively and hurried away towards the school gate.
"Maca, remember what I said in the letter?" The two stood quietly for a while, and Dumbledore suddenly said.
"Of course," Maca nodded. "If the professor wants to take a walk, I can accompany you at any time."
In the past two years, Maca's figure has risen a lot, but he is still a lot worse than even the tall Dumbledore.
At this moment, Maca estimates that his life will not grow as high as Dumbledore's, but in Dumbledore's eyes, Maca is constantly growing.
Dumbledore and Maca walked in the garden on the side of the castle and looked at the colorful flowers around them. The mood of the two seemed to be clearer.
"How are you feeling today?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"Not bad," Maca shrugged, "but overall, I prefer to sit in the room facing a lot of magic books, rather than a large black head."
"Yes! Many people want freedom, but sometimes it may not be easy to get." Dumbledore shrugged.
The two walked in the garden, talking one after the other.
Speaking of them, the conversation between the two seems to involve very little business, especially during such walks, most of them talk casually and say some plausible things.
But in fact, for both of them, the most needed thing is really just to relax.
Both are very purposeful people, and what to do and what to think about has already been decided. Because they both know this, they rarely interfere with each other's intentions.
Until the end, Dumbledore looked at Maca and asked, "Are you ready?"
Ma Kayang raised the metal tube in Yang's hand and said helplessly: "To be honest, I really don't want to ... at this point, but it's too late to regret it."
"Then you can take care of it yourself!" Dumbledore smiled, and then turned and walked to the castle.
...
"McLean."
As soon as he returned to Black's old house, Maca was stopped by Sirius.
"I think you have to look at this ..."
Maca followed Sirius into the reception room, and a letter was immediately jammed into his hand.
"A letter from the Ministry of Magic?"
He said, opened the letter and looked at it carefully, and then nodded his head.
"Maca, aren't you saying ..." Harry hesitated sitting a little restless.
"This is my negligence," Makar said calmly.
This letter was familiar to Maca, because he had received something similar.
Specifically, this is a notification file:

Dear Mr. Potter:
According to relevant information, your Muggle family home has traces of dementors.
In response to this, the Division (Magic Law Enforcement Division) tasked Auror to conduct a site investigation and found five magical creature bodies suspected of dementors.
Therefore, you have been included in the list of suspects who colluded with Dementors to defect and invade the Muggle crowd. In view of the seriousness of the case, we regret to inform you that you will be tried at the Ministry of Magic on August 12, at 9 am.
Pierce Hinknes
Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Auror Office.

"Harry can't go!" Sirius resolutely said. "It's clear that the Ministry of Magic has gone wrong, and now Fudge--"
"No," Maca countered, "Harry must go!"
"Do you understand what you're talking about!" Sirius grabbed Maca's arm and roared loudly, "The Ministry of Magic is now the best you know! Have you forgotten Snape's secret report?"
"That's why Harry should go even more." Maca said without changing his face. "If you want him to be like you, you can't go out by hiding here all the time, then you keep him!"
"Sirius, Maca is right." Lu Ping frowned, expressing anxiety.
After Maca spoke, she stopped looking at Sirius, who was silent, but turned her head to look at Harry.
"Harry, let me tell you one thing-according to Snape's secret newspaper, the British Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated by Voldemort's forces-he has buried his own people in it long ago. To be more precise, the Ministry of Magic is indeed very dangerous. "
"I ..." Harry looked at Sirius and clenched his hands subconsciously.
"You don't have to worry about Sirius," Maca said calmly. "I have already said, if you don't go, you must always hide here; if you go, I have prepared a mission for you ..."
"Now, Harry, you make this decision for yourself-go or not?"
After throwing the test to Harry, Maca turned and left the parlor. He knew that Harry needed a little time to think about it.
In the hallway outside the parlor, Hermione chased out abruptly and stopped him.
"Maca! You said just now ... Is it your fault?" Hermione said unbelievably.
"Yeah! Can't I be negligent?" Maca turned her head and smiled at her.
Hermione pursed her thin lips and argued, "I don't think it was your fault!"
"But don't think of me too perfectly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ there are always omissions in people, don't they?" Maca shook her head casually.
Hermione poked her lips in disapproval, pointing at Maka: "Do you think I've never seen you look like you did?"
"Ok?"
Marka couldn't help but hesitated-the first time he thought of Luna's injury, but for Hermione, she was most impressed, but at the moment far from the end of the first grade.
The expression of Marka at that time was enough to impress Hermione in her life.
"Okay, okay! I admit you made a good guess this time ..." Maka whispered, and waved at her again with a smile, "Go with me to the study first, and let's talk there."
...
Although Harry hasn't slept well at night lately, and sometimes thinks about something that seems far away from him, he feels happy for the first time throughout the summer vacation.
Life here is still very easy. Everyone is together and they have a dependency on each other.
But today, he was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling blurred by the night, and couldn't help thinking of the terrible things about to be tried by the Ministry of Magic.
Is the Ministry already under Voldemort's control? Or is he on the way to control? Even Maca said it was dangerous, wouldn't it ...
Thinking of it, fear pierced his heart like countless pointed needles.
These unexpected things were so terrible that he didn't dare to speak it out loud, even to Ron and Hermione.
And the two of them, even though Harry saw them whispering together at supper before, from time to time they looked at him side by side, but he didn't say anything about it.
"What the ... what to do?"