Chapter 644: Strong Alexander

"... Look! The happy Irish guys dropped a big bag of popcorn on our side again, cracked and shattered the window glass of Churchill Plaza Shopping Center, and by the way, laid down more than 200 poor civilians . To be honest, it was an inhuman tragedy! "
"However, history often tells us that miracles are always born in disasters! Yes, according to the latest investigation, a little boy lying in his mother's arms actually survived the center of the explosion unscathed! This is really ... "
One day at noon, Maca was sitting in a café near a common residential area of ​​London near a floor-to-ceiling window and looking at a newspaper.
Of course, judging from the nonsense writing of the report, it is obviously not a serious newspaper at all.
After reading this article about the previous car bomb, he sighed a few times while lamenting his fried rice, and by the way, looked at the third edition behind him.
"Hey, it's quite big today ..."
Remarkably, Maca refolded the newspaper again, then left it indifferently. At the very top of the front page, the newspaper's name stands out—it's the notorious British newspaper The Sun.
I won't mention the Muggle newspaper here. In fact, inadvertently, time often passes quickly at an unpredictable rate. In this blink of an eye, most of Hogwarts' holiday has passed.
And in the meantime, what happened should naturally still happen, such as the multiple actions of the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, and the magic research of Maca.
As for now, it is time for Maca to work again.
Earlier in the explosion, a boy named Magic Wolf was named Alexander Wolfe. The child, who had lost his mother, lived in the street community opposite the cafe.
About mid-last month, Hogwarts' admission notice was sent to his home by Owl; today, it is time for Maca to visit the family in person and get to know the specific wishes of the child and his father. .
By the floor window, Maca drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, which left a tip to leave the cafe and head straight to a small house across the street.
It can be seen from the outside that this house has gone through a lot of years, and it has hardly been renovated and repaired, and it looks quite shabby. The lawn in front of the house seemed to have been trimmed, but in recent days, it was about no one to manage it, and the grasses were quite careless.
Maca first walked to the mailbox on the side of the road, reached out, opened the lid and glanced at it. There were already a lot of letters in it. As a matter of course, several envelopes from Hogwarts were mixed with other advertisements, promotions, missionary materials, and looked quite messy.
But it didn't matter much, because the barn owls at Hogwarts were hardworking.
Even if they don't get it to the children once or twice, they will continue to take out the prepared letter and then do everything possible to deliver it. Whether it's a door slit or a window, even a chimney is a good choice-of course, it only works if the fireplace is not lit.
Maca just looked at the mailbox and walked to the door of this small house, knocking politely.
The door wasn't opened immediately, until he struck a little more for a third time, and with the sound of footsteps from inside, a little sound came from the other side of the door knocker.
"Who is there?"
"My name is Maca McLean," Maca first introduced herself, and then she said her intentions directly. "Should you have received a letter of admission from the owl? Am I here to ask May I ask if you would like to go to our school to learn how to use magic properly ... "
This is not the first time he has visited the family of the future little wizard. He knows that he should make it clear at the first meeting, and then use the facts to relieve their hesitation.
And when facing a child, it is even more important to pay attention to certain key points to attract their attention-such as the mysterious and wonderful word "magic".
"magic?"
Sure enough, as soon as the child heard the word, he hurriedly "clicked" and opened the door. Such an unsuspecting little guy would inevitably make Maca the illusion that he was abducting a child.
"You are the old school of magic—"
As soon as the door was open, the boy standing at the door looked at Maca and froze. Obviously, Makana's extraordinarily young appearance made him suddenly deny the identity of the "teacher" he had originally expected.
"McLean ... Sir, are you a senior?" Alexander, a boy with short linen hair, paused, and then wondered, "Is that really a school of magic?"
"Yes, the school of magic."
Maca nodded, then reached out her hand slightly, and a flame burst under his control, and turned into a bouquet of flowers. He smiled, handed the bouquet to Alexander in front of him, and by the way subconsciously glanced into the room behind him.
In fact, he felt a little puzzled, because according to the investigation, the child lived with his parents. Although he lost his mother not long ago, he did not lose his father at the same time-did his father go out?
It is not a good idea to leave your child alone at home. But now that the child has no mother, the burden of the family's livelihood falls entirely on his father alone, for fear that it would be helpless at this time.
"It's really magic ..." Alexander looked around at the bouquet in his hands and was so speechless that he looked up for a while before turning his head sharply, "Sir, I need magic! I want my mother to live! If it is magic, then it must be possible? "
Of course, Maca expected this problem sooner or later. But he didn't expect it to come so fast.
This little boy named Alexander is straightforward and has a strong heart of "face to reality" that ordinary children do not have. After losing his mother, he did not fall into the fear of death and the sadness and helplessness of his loved ones. Instead, he naturally thought of saving his mother.
Looking at his eyes full of hope, Maca couldn't help but find that a simple "no" would be so difficult to say.
"Unfortunately, it is impossible to resurrect the dead." He sighed softly. "Alexandre, you have to understand that even magical magic is not omnipotent."
"Can't? Why?" Alexander Dang even clenched his fists, and said loudly, "Then I don't learn magic, then it doesn't do anything to me--"
In the face of a ten-year-old child, it is difficult for Maca to use Dumbledore's remarks to explain the meaning of death-he did not even understand the true meaning of death himself, how could he explain it to a child? clear?
So, he had to try to channel each other with his own point of view.
"Alexandria," Maca said, "death may be painful and uncomfortable, but that is not necessarily the end of life, understand? The last principal of our school died a while ago, but can stay with him In the guidelines, I went to another world and saw him. "
"Another world?" Alexander flashed when he heard Marka say, "Then ... did the mother go there too? I ... I can still see her, right?"
Maca can't answer this question. After all, the reason why Dumbledore was able to go to "there" was by virtue of his own powerful ability. As for Alexander's mother, there was no way to find it.
"I don't know," Maca finally shook her head. "Because my ability is not strong enough ... but I know that although magic can't resurrect the dead, it can protect the alive. Alexander, you Is there anyone you want to protect? "
Alexander blinked and suddenly nodded firmly.
"I want to protect dad!"
Makar smiled suddenly.
"Really?" He said softly. "That's great. I believe you can protect your father ... Where is your father now? Is he out?"
"Oh, no ..." The boy hesitated and looked back, glancing at the small staircase in the room. "Dad is upstairs, in his room ... he hasn't been out for many days."
"Huh?" Marka heard a few words, with some speculation in her heart, "Is he all right? Have you ever seen it before?"
The death of his wife ~ EbookFREE.me ~ must have dealt a heavy blow to the father of this child. Perhaps his father was not as determined as he was, and fell silently into despair when facing the life and death of his lover.
"Yeah ... in fact, he also cooked for me in the first few days, but now ..." Alexander's childish face slowly climbed a little dark, "I can only make something difficult He eats very little and hardly speaks. "
"Do you do it yourself?" Marka looked at him. "It's amazing, Alexander ... take me to see your dad! I might do something for him--"
"Are you using magic?" Alexander Dalian nodded his head busyly. "Please let Dad get up! He has lost a lot of weight and can't go on like this--"
After all, he immediately turned around and greeted Maca towards the house.
This is undoubtedly an extraordinarily strong boy. Maca thinks that this child may bring more changes to Hogwarts. However, it is not a good habit to be too unguarded against strangers.
As Maca thought, she stepped up and followed, and took the door.