Chapter 1020: Is this over?

? The trench coat wizard hesitated again and again, Maca naturally saw it.
Although the other party's utterances are all about it, he still has a little bit in his heart, but if there will be something that will happen later, or exactly what will happen, then he has no way of knowing.
So to be honest, before Maca went down to the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, even with his usual calmness, he felt a little hesitant.
However, nothing actually happened.
"... Isn't this weaker than the Black Dead from Voldemort?"
In the dim corridor outside the dungeon, a torch swayed a little faint flare. And under that dim light, a personal image seemed to have lost his will and wandered aimlessly.
It can be seen that, as the Auror named "Hankins" said, these people are indeed completely unchanged in appearance.
Does that look like ... sleepwalking?
At least it looks alike.
Maca stood at one end of the corridor and glanced at the few Muggles that had fallen in front of him-just a few seconds ago, when he had just appeared here, he alarmed the strangers who were wandering around. Muggles.
I didn't expect that although these guys became quite amazing in strength and barely improved in speed, they could only be regarded as a group of Muggles.
After Maca swiftly avoided all the guys who came around one by one, it was just a few more powerful spells, and they were easily brought down.
"Well, you can't say that," he thought for a while, then said secretly, "If they were approached, it would be fatal to ordinary wizards ... no, not even the pride of not being close to melee. Luo, presumably will be in crisis. "
"Then ... 'wisdom'?"
He remembers that Hankins mentioned that the Muggles had wisdom after these mutations. But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, there is really nowhere to go.
Therefore, although these alienated Muggles are not like the former Black Death—they have not been able to withstand the black gas of the enchantment. Once hit by the enchantment, it is basically equivalent to losing their combat ability;
But to say that they are not dangerous to the world, I am afraid that it is also inappropriate.
Of course, in front of Maca, it doesn't make much sense for these mutated Muggles to come.
While quickly knocking them down one by one, Maca stepped forward in rhythmic steps, checking every cell along the way.
When he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor, he finally found the person he was looking for.
After knocking down another Muggle rushing towards him to the ground, Maca quickly stepped into the cell and leaned over to examine each other carefully.
That was more than a dozen people lying on the ground horizontally and vertically, all of them quietly or up or down, silently accompanying the cold prison floor.
While in the conference room above, Maca learned that Auror and the striker were sent to check the situation, and she could not return in time.
And now, he finally found these people.
In fact, the identity of these people can be distinguished very well from the costumes. Two Aurors and four strikers who specialize in fighting the Black Wizard.
And these Aurors and strikers obviously lost all of their wands, and even four of them even had their arms broken.
Although the whole scene did not have much blood stains, it also made people who saw it inevitably feel scalp tingling.
"It should have come to my mind that these mutated Muggles would wander so wide, right?" Maca whispered, looking at this deepest cell, "so I chose to show up here, and the result They were all caught by surprise. "
After that, he inspected the entire ten floors underground, and confirmed that none of the Muggles that had changed were still standing before returning to the conference room on the top floor.
In fact, since he went down to now, it is only time for a cup of afternoon tea.
"Mr. McLean, are you ... Is that ready now?"
Scrimgeour's inquiries undoubtedly brought some nervousness—looking at his expression, maybe he was still worried about what new problems Makar had discovered.
But instead of answering his hasty questions first, Maca turned her head slightly and glanced at the windbreaker wizard still standing outside the door.
To be honest, what I just saw below is quite normal. Even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will clear up the situation sooner or later.
For example, today's Neville estimates it can do it.
But then, what does the repeated hesitation of the trench coat wizard represent?
After a little thought, Maca hasn't figured it out yet, so she can only remind herself that things may not be over. At the same time, he turned back and looked at Scrimgeour, the anxious magic minister.
"There is no problem with that dungeon level. Go to the blockade and concentrate all the Muggles lying on the ground!" He said, "Except for some who were killed by the Auror and strikers dispatched previously, I will No killer. "
Speaking of this, Maca paused a little, and continued:
"... However, I can't be locked here anymore. Help me move them to a cell and I'll take them elsewhere later."
Regardless of ethical issues such as human nature, subsequent inspections will definitely use those mutated Muggles. To prevent this from happening, further research is inevitable.
"In addition, get us something to eat! These days there is only dry food in the stomach ..." He said, turning back again, and rushing towards the figure outside the door, "say what you want, rest assured Today, Mr. Scrimgeour is entertaining! "
...
It can be said that this incident has just ended.
Due to the timely disposal of Maca a few days ago, those Muggles failed to change in the Muggle world, which is already completely stifling the worst expansion in the cradle.
Today, a little reflection, this is just the loss of six Aurors and strikers. Even Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, feels a bit grateful.
However, the fact that someone dies is someone who dies, which is still regrettable after all.
Especially Maca, if only he could add some more protective measures in the cell.
Of course, let's not mention whether he was still tasting the heavy weight of life while filling his stomach in the meeting room of the Ministry of Magic. Luna had just stepped out of the principal's room at Hogwarts.
"Go to class! Don't tell other students about the things you just said ... oh, if it's Miss Granger, it's fine."
"Okay, Professor McGonagall!"
Seeing that the other person had told him to return to the office to continue working, Luna turned to the Ravenclaw Tower.
Before long, she held a few textbooks and hurriedly ran towards the ancient runes classroom.
Although Maca has temporarily resigned, the course will continue. In order to fill the vacancy caused by Maca's departure, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter and returned Professor Babeling who traveled overseas to explore the ruins of ancient wizards.
"Tuk Tuk."
The students who were in the magic script class heard the knock on the door suddenly, and all turned their heads and looked over.
"please come in."
Barbling is a pretty nagging middle-aged witch. In her class, she haunts her chattering words almost every time.
But after returning to her post as a professor of ancient runes lessons this time, her words were significantly less than before.
In fact, many little wizards are actually guessing—whether she feels so much pressure because of Maca ’s achievements in magic literature, that she has become more cautious even when she teaches.
However, only a few professors, including Maca, knew that she was cursed in an ancient site in the Sahara desert.
Although it has been treated, the tongue is still awkward until now!
"Professor Barbring ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Hmm ... I seem to be late?"
Professor McGonagall had just ordered her in front of the office, and of course she still remembers it. After blinking and thinking for a moment, she finally found a reason.
It's a pity that this reason is too unthinkable-after all, who would be late for half a class?
"Oh," Professor Barbaring at the podium pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and waved his hands helplessly. "Ravenclaw College deducted 2 points. Remember the shame lesson ... heh, I mean, the next lesson Don't be late again. "
"I know."
Luna nodded slightly, ran to the seat next to Hannah, and put down her textbook and sat down.
Not far away, Hermione, who was also attending this class, stared at her with a rather caring look, and did not continue to look back at her until she passed by her desk.
But her eyes weren't looking, but Hermione didn't let go.
Even though Professor Babring then began to talk about the contents of ancient Runi, and the details are based on those compiled by Maca and added her personal understanding.
For students who love ancient runes, these basic theories are not even worse than those taught by Maca.
Hermione, however, listened absently.
She knew that Luna's absence in the afternoon must be due to Maca's disappearance, and the professors probably all knew ... but what did Luna do?
No, than what Luna has done, she is more concerned about whether Maca has returned?
Looking at Luna's brisk appearance when she entered the classroom just now, Hermione couldn't help but be more sure of her guess.
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