Chapter 824: 2 thanks

Overnight, scorched soil and broken walls beneath London, most of the black market residents hurried away from this right and wrong place.
If you want to say, even if the elves are more powerful, they are not likely to compete with so many wizards, let alone drive them away almost without damage.
But the fact is that when the danger comes unexpectedly, most people think:
"I just need to run faster than the stupid ones behind."
And what Maca uses is this strange and strange psychology.
In fact, Maca let the elves bombard with magic spells. Most of them were vacant mansions in residential areas, and they were basically cast after staring at the open space at the end of the stream.
If anyone was injured, this is obviously there ... But when the wizards who escaped the black market looked around for their friends and relatives, they found that almost no one had lost their lives.
As a result, some rumors that were decently spoken began to spread.
"Dick, do you know? This mess was actually made by the Ministry of Magic. They are breaking up the forces in the black market, maybe they are going to take the black market and transform it into a new witch settlement!"
"Xiete, don't be fooled there! If I look at it, some of the black wizard forces must be united, intending to form a group to occupy the black market ..."
"Look what you say! Dick, Shet, let me tell you! I have heard the latest news from my uncle who is the head of the Auror office—"
"Shut up Demeter! Who else on the black market doesn't know your uncle is a sale ..."
Of course, rumors are always weird, and no one will take them seriously. As long as they can satisfy their pastimes, their mission will be completed.
As for how these wizards who escaped from the black market should deal with it, this is what Scrimgeour should go to the nerves.
And Maca is concerned about some people in the black market.
"Mr. McLean ... today ... thank you."
On the banks of the Thames, Maca walked along the riverbank, and his mind was full of the breaking things of Haierbo. Behind him, Asaph, who had just recovered, was being assisted by Millian and followed in step.
When Maca heard Asa's words of thanks, she just raised her hand and swayed her head, not even returning her head.
"Instead of thanking me, think about what to do next. Don't think that I will really take you in-I don't have that idea, nor that interest."
When he said this, his expression seemed strange, but the two followers couldn't find it.
"Oh! If you can help us once, you would be very grateful. How dare you ..."
"Yassa!"
Seeing that he had been thanking Maca all the time, Millian's expression was a little annoying.
To be honest, although she also had a slight affection for Maca, in her heart, everything that Grandpa Raven explained was her most important thing.
The task that Grandpa Laven entrusted to her was all about confronting Maca.
"Not to mention that you violated the boss's mission instructions. Now you still thank the enemy again and again. You ..." At the half, Millian looked up subconsciously, and Maca's back was on her. Gently shake in your vision.
"Thank you once ... is that enough?"
It seems that the conscience in her heart made her fail to say something that was too grateful.
However, Maca, who was ahead, nodded suddenly after hearing Million's words.
"Miss Million is right, I'm still your enemy after all-as long as your boss stays the same, this will not change for the time being."
"Of course, I personally don't agree with your" boss "idea!"-This sentence Maca just thought about it in his heart and didn't say it.
After a slight pause, he turned around stupidly and shrugged at them.
"Okay, it's too late, while the sky is still dark ..." Maca stared at Millian, seemingly inadvertently a few more glances, "Well, anyway, go back to sleep well Come on! "
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Yeah, it ’s still deep!
Returning to Hogwarts from the bank of the river, nothing else, at least the air became much clearer at once.
Maca thought that the light of the whole castle should be gone. But when he raised his eyes, he found that the window of the principal's office was still brightly lit.
Professor McGonagall hasn't slept yet ... oh, maybe Charlotte is there too?
Originally thinking of going back to the office to lie down, he felt a bit ashamed, and then went all the way to the top floor of the main castle.
"Tuk Tuk."
If there is something urgent, Maca usually doesn't knock on the door. He could also come in and out of the principal's office at will, which was one of the few privileges he had had since Dumbledore was still alive.
But it's so late, it's better to knock on the door.
"Come in."
Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice inside the door, the door opened automatically, and Maca lifted her leg and walked in.
To his surprise, there were more people in the principal's office than he expected.
"Maca, how's it going? Why did you come back so late?"
The first thing he saw when he entered the door was Charlotte. She was probably near the door just now, so she opened the door for him by the way.
"Well ... at least not bad."
Maca smiled, and was about to go inside with her, but found that Snape was also here.
Recently, Snape went home to spend time with his sister Tia, and tomorrow is the new week. Counting time, hasn't Snape been waiting here since he returned from home?
"Uh, good evening professor ..."
Seeing Maca, Snape just ripped the corners of his mouth, hummed at will, and passed him by. He stepped out of the door first.
Alright! You don't even need to open the door again.
"Professor Snape waited here when he heard the appearance of Haierbo. He is very knowledgeable and knows that the filthy Haierbo is an ordinary wizard, worried that you might need treatment if you are injured.
Charlotte followed him, explaining two sentences as she walked, but her expression was subtle.
"That's what the professor said?"
At the request of Marka, Charlotte could not help but smile, and that unscrupulous smile reminded Marka subconsciously of some time in the past.
"No, I guess ..." she laughed. "Professor Snape can't put it in his mouth even if he thinks so, so I can only guess!"
The two didn't take a few steps, and as she was about to reach Professor McGonagall's desk, she suddenly moved slightly closer to Maca.
"Thank you very much this time."
This is the second time Maca has been thanked tonight. To be honest, who doesn't like being appreciated? Somehow, these two gratitudes made Marca feel complicated.
Maybe Charlotte felt the same way, so after thanking her, she immediately walked two steps forward.
"came back?"
Professor McGonagall was obviously very pleased with the return of Marka, but Marka saw that her eyes were mostly tired and accumulated.
Hogwarts was also involved a little this time. Although there were not many students involved for a short time, the huge name of "despicable Haierbo" made it impossible for those who knew him to simply ignore it.
Look! Even the portraits of the past principals hanging on the wall, a pair of gray-black eyes, scrambled into Maca's body from time to time.
Unfortunately, these principals are all after the founders of the Big Four. Even with their own expertise, it is difficult to make arbitrary comments in this situation.
It can be seen that Professor McGonagall's pressure will certainly not be small.
"Well, come back."
Maca didn't know what to say ... such as the case of Haierbo, or the case of the two ancient wizard families, which had nothing to do with Hogwarts.
It is necessary to say that it is the old man of Ewan Ravenclaw, but this cannot be said casually.
Looking at Professor McGonagall's peaked cap for a few more frosts, Maca couldn't help sighing.
"Relax, Professor McGonagall! I'll take care of this ..."
Thinking about Haierbo ’s goal seems to be himself ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Maca has unconsciously come up with an idea that has been considered a few times earlier--whether he should officially consider leaving Hogwarts ?
Just thinking about it that way, Maca quickly shook her head.
Not to mention other issues, just the monument of confusion and the mirror of devouring is a big problem. Especially for the latter, last time he was sealed by taking the opportunity of Haierbo's loss of body, and now unsealing is really not a wise move.
"Sit down! I'll make a pot of tea for you, warm up and go to bed ... Sleep a little more tomorrow morning! Your magic script doesn't care if you have one more less than one lesson."
Professor McGonagall couldn't help sighing at the thoughtful look on Marka's face-the child was too tired to live, even more tired than her headmaster.
As everyone knows, Maca is secretly feeling her hard work too!
"Oh, I don't think so." Maca said with a smirk. "You still have to attend the class. You can't just give up on me because I always missed classes!"
He was shocked at the thought of attending class-by the next school year, Hermione should be in seventh grade.
"But you can still drink some tea ..." Maca took a seat in the chair next to her, and said quietly, "The time passed so fast, even if I didn't drop out of school, it wasn't far from graduation. . "
"Let me make this tea! Professor you have been busy all day, but I haven't done anything!"
As Charlotte lifted the teapot from the side and walked briskly toward the fireplace, Professor McGonagall and Maca, the young and old, smiled at each other.
Just then, Charlotte looked down at the flames of the fireplace and whispered.
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