Chapter 460: Back to Black House

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! When the domestic elf living in Hogwarts kitchen, met the elf of the old Lak of freedom. Maca thought they would argue for at least a while.
In fact, the scene where the two groups of elf met for the first time seemed extremely calm.
The house-elves were safe and secure, and after greeting politely to the old elves, they continued to prepare for dinner. As for the old Lark's performance on their side, it is more insignificant than domestic elves.
"... They have a master, and we have freedom, don't we?" Old Luck looked at the house-elves who were going back and forth on the cooktop, calmly, "As long as there is a purpose, an agreement, and a job, small, small There is no problem with the elf. "
Of course, Maca cannot understand this completely different life concept from human beings, but he cannot completely deny it.
At first many people thought that the reason why the domestic elf served the wizards was to defeat the captured, but now he has learned another possibility in the mouth of Old Lak. Therefore, no matter how unreasonable the reality is, there are still some reasons behind it.
Of course, Hermione would still work tirelessly for the rights and consciousness of the domestic elves, and Tamarka would still be more or less helpful when she could help.
Sometimes the truth is not so important. Because whenever we make a self-righteous choice, the ghost knows that it is just our own wishful thinking?
Of course, you will regret what you did wrong, but the most regrettable ones are usually "not done."
Just like Maca now, when he watched two sets of elves doing their own things, they didn't talk much to each other. To be honest, he did feel a bit silly, but that was much stronger than the regret that he didn't bring them in the future.
"So let's go!" Maca beckoned, "I have to take you to see where you live, and then assign you tasks ... come with me!"
After Maca led them out of the doorway, the house elves in the kitchen muttered quietly.
"Look at those terrible elves-they're wearing clothes! This is really terrible!"
"No! Where did Mr. McLean find them?"
"Shh-don't mumble, we just have to work hard, don't worry about them. Oh! Nosy elves, they are pitiful ... but don't approach them."
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After settling the elf of the old Luck, Maca finally returned to her office.
To be honest, the school year hasn't finished yet, but he has encountered so many things that he feels a little numb.
Originally a Voldemort was tossing and wandering in the British magic world. After some setbacks, he finally had the ability to hold the opponent firmly. But now, one more Greenward came out to make trouble.
The two generations of the Dark Lord didn't talk about a come first, and they scrambled to him in front of them to block his way, leaving him without the right to choose to avoid.
However, although these two top black wizards of different eras have stood on the opposite side of Hogwarts, they do have very different ideas. From the clues they have obtained so far, they do not seem to have gathered together, but have chosen their own course of action.
This is barely a blessing in misfortune.
Now that Christmas is approaching, Professor McGonagall has announced the date of Dumbledore's public funeral. It is conceivable that during the period before the funeral was officially held, although it must still be undercurrent, it would certainly be unbelievable on the surface.
In other words, in the first half of this Christmas holiday, Maca is able to take a break.
After packing up some of the necessary items left in the office, he sat at the desk and turned over his notes for a while, then walked slowly and steadily.
It was still snowing outside, but the wind was not so strong. The snowflakes were light and flickering, with a little coldness falling on the snow on the lawn, and they had done their insignificant effort to build the whiteness.
Looking up, Hogwarts's vestibule was white, almost a color with the mountains outside and the clouds, making people even a sense of distance blurred.
Most of the students had already signed the list of going home for Christmas. When Maca stood on the steps in front of the gate, the little wizards passing by would usually say "Merry Christmas" to him, and then 30-50%. Groups of friends walked to the carriage that was parked on the side of the vestibule.
Marka looked at them, and could not help but feel a little sorry for herself.
Rather than being a professor fighting for students, he actually hopes that he is a student who only needs to bury himself in his learning life. But his school days seemed to end prematurely.
Shaking his head slightly, Maca cast aside these unremarkable little emotions, and crunched out of the school gate under the snow.
It didn't take long for the space in the uninhabited street in front of Grimmauld Place to twist suddenly, and Maca's figure appeared quietly there.
He opened the hidden Black mansion and pushed the door open and walked in.
Mrs. Weasley seemed to have gone back, at least Maca didn't hear her daily yelling. As a result, the portrait of Sirius' mother was still covered by curtains, and no sharp and high curses were issued.
There are more people here, but less people, but in general, it does become a bit deserted.
Maca had just stepped through the hallway on a thick rug, and before she thought of where to go, she saw a small figure sitting on the stairs.
"Isla?"
The carpet wiped out Maca's already light footsteps, and it wasn't until he spoke that Isla, who was asleep, found him coming.
"Maca!"
The little girl stood up suddenly, then hurriedly rushed to Maca's body, and grabbed his robe sleeve.
"You came."
Maca touched her hair lightly, and a smile appeared on her face.
He still likes this child, at least Isla is not the same as those in the same situation. In despair, he still has not given up hope. And a strong child will always make people feel good.
In Islan's clear eyes, Maca crouched down and looked at her well.
"So thin, do you have a good meal?"
Isla nodded timidly. The excitement when she first saw Marca just faded away, and the habitual silence returned to her again.
Maca didn't care, because the other children must be more silent than Isla-he could easily see without even looking.
For these children, it takes time to settle slowly to restore their personality like normal children.
While Maca was trying to say a few words to Islado, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, regular and light, mostly Lena.
Sure enough, as soon as Maca looked up, she saw the familiar figure in the gap between the handrails of the stairs.
"How are you doing?"
Although his connection with Blake's old house has not been interrupted, he knows most of the situation here, but after all, it is impossible to write to the cryptic report together with the trivial life in small details. .
As one of the actual leaders of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca felt that it was necessary to understand everyone's life.
Lena is still serious.
However, after seeing her inquiry, she did not immediately answer it, but after she stood in front of him well, she calmly made a precise and concise response to her inquiry.
"Life is comfortable and safe here. Although Lenny always said that she was bored and wanted to go out, she didn't really hate it here. Mrs. Weasley was very kind to us, and Lenny was very kind. like her……"
Although Maca asked her, she could hear from her mouth. Nine of the ten sentences were about her sister. For this werewolf girl with her sister in her head, Maca is okay.
"I already know about Lenny," Marka nodded. "So, what about yourself?"
"Me?" Lena never seemed to realize her idea ~ EbookFREE.me ~ After Maca asked, she thought about it a little bit, "... I can be in the kitchen every day, I feel very happy."
"Okay!" Maca shrugged, gave up further questioning, and turned to, "Where is Sirius? He should have recovered almost, right? Where is he now?"
"He went to the street to buy Christmas presents, and he will probably come back at night," Leina replied.
"Where is Lupin?"
Marka nodded and continued to ask, but just before she spoke, Lupin and Tonks appeared together at the door of the reception room.
"Here it is!" Lu Pinglang said, "Merry Christmas, Maca!"
"Yes! Merry Christmas!" Tonks also said hello, "Are you alone? Didn't you bring anyone else this time?"
"It's Christmas. Everyone should go home and reunite. Where can there be time to come here!" Maca smiled. "It's better if I don't have any one here, so that's fine!"
Maca's quandary, but could not help but evoke the emotions in everyone's hearts.
If there is no one here, there are only two possibilities. Either the world is too peaceful, or their faith is completely shattered.
For now, the possibility of achieving the goal is not small.
"I hope!" Lupin said, "this is the Christmas wish this year!"
A few people looked at each other and couldn't help smiling. With a wave of Maca, a Christmas tree lit with magical lights appeared in the foyer, and the room was filled with warm atmosphere.
"Then have a relaxing Christmas first!"
Maca's words gave a warmth to everyone's heart. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.