Chapter 321

Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim's trip was originally to find the giant community for negotiation, and Maka forcibly took the time to come this time, which is precisely because of this most important purpose.

Therefore, after a short rest, we decided to act according to the original plan as soon as possible.

As for Chilo, after a general discussion with Maka, Maka took him with him.

Chilo originally intended to use trolls to form a force of self-protection. Of course, in his first plan, he even planned to go back and toss back while Voldemort and Dumbledore were actually fighting.

But he didn't expect that his state had been deteriorating, and his plan had already come to an end. In the current situation, it is obviously the best choice for him to follow Maka.

Of course, since Maka has come, it is obviously impossible to go back like this.

Although Dumbledore gave the scope of search at the beginning, it will take more effort to find the giants who are far away from wizards and Muggles.

At this time, the more hands, the faster the natural progress will be.

After entering the border of Belarus, several people decided to go to the local magic world first. Mrs. Maxim had to buy a magic wand again, didn't she?

"... most of the Wizards in Belarus are now concentrated in Minsk. After the Muggle world War II, it has been rebuilt and now it has completely settled down."

Mrs. Maxim seemed familiar with the situation here. Of course, she was the headmaster of busbarton. It was natural to be more knowledgeable.

Because Chilo was really not suitable to take with him, after "moving" him into a Muggle Hotel and settling down, Maka and Hagrid followed Mrs. maxim to a small gallery near Victory Square.

Probably because the whole city has just been rebuilt in recent years, most of the buildings are very clean, and the architectural style here is simple and lively, which makes everyone's mood open.

However, I don't know whether wizards like to make the entrance of the wizard settlement mysterious. It seems that there is a sense of age in this gallery.

Moreover, compared with the sunny outside, the gallery not only lacks some light, but also makes people feel quite depressed because the space in some corridors is too narrow.

"Oh, is it here?"

Because Mrs. Maxim's wand was broken, Maka is now ahead. After all, she still needs a wand to open the entrance.

When he walked into a gallery with blank picture frames stacked on both sides, he immediately felt a relatively obscure magic wave.

"... well, is that here?"

Without waiting for Maxim to answer, Maka stretched out her wand and shook it at a pure white oil painting hanging on the wall. Then, as if she had found something, she gently touched a corner of the frame of the painting.

Suddenly, a wonderful gray white wave gradually spread from the canvas of the oil painting, impregnated a large wall, as if it were overturned white paint, and even vaguely spread a wave movement on the water surface.

"That's it," said Mrs. maxim, and asked curiously, "McLean, have you been here before?"

Marca didn't answer. He just turned around and smiled, and took the lead in.

The cold feeling is familiar, because it is the same feeling through the wall column at the nine and three-quarters platform entrance of King's Cross station.

When Maka stepped in, she only felt a blur in her sight, and then a sudden sense of openness.

After passing through the entrance, you can see a brick paved road that can drive two carriages in parallel. On both sides of the road, there are rows of buildings with different styles from the English magic world.

Although it doesn't look too big here, it's probably because most of the buildings are square, and the colors are red roofs and white walls, which makes people feel quite atmospheric.

The place where Maka and them appeared was a gray wall on the side of the street.

"Then I'll go to the wand shop first. When you go there, I remember there's a part-time accommodation bar... Well, if I remember correctly, it should be called 'Georgi'."

Mrs. Maxim was still so elegant. After a leisurely salute, she went along the road to the right.

"Marca, I said... Leave that guy in the Muggle Hotel... No problem?" Hagrid asked with some worry after he separated from Mrs. Maxim.

When Maka heard the speech, she waved her hand carelessly and said, "it's all right. Chilo can still have a good relationship with the troll in that state, which shows that his ability is really great... Besides, the food is ready for him. There's nothing to worry about."

"Oh... Well, ok..." Hagrid hesitated and nodded.

"Instead of worrying about him, we'd better worry about ourselves first!" Marca said. "Hagrid, can you speak Russian?"

But even so, since they have come, it must be reluctant to ask someone for information. It's obviously more efficient to ask local wizards than to look around.

However, when they found the bar called "Georgi", they found that there were unexpectedly many English speaking wizards here. At least they are in a much better situation than the Muggle world outside.

By the time Marca and Hagrid had booked a room and planned to hang out in the bar, the sun had gradually set.

"Troka, I want to say... Yes, thank you... That doesn't sound hard to find..."

In the corner of the bar, Maka and Hagrid sat around the same small round table with another strange wizard. Hagrid was happy to thank them.

Because Hagrid's physique was really too big, the stool stuffed under his ass looked pathetic.

And he can't move, or the stool will make a creaking noise, which makes people wonder whether it will fall apart next moment.

They had just met the wizard whom he called "troka". The reason why I was able to talk to troka was actually thanks to Hagrid.

It was precisely because his height was a little different from ordinary people. When Maka and Hagrid first came in, the eyes in the bar focused on Hagrid.

Accompanied by a few subconscious exclamations, troka's English was mixed with a series of Russian, which made Maka listen.

Troka is a wizard who loves traveling. He often walks around the world. Believe me, it's really not difficult for wizards to travel around the world.

"No, don't thank me..." troka said with a cheerful smile. "You can buy me a drink and talk about anything - but then again, what are you doing with giants?"

He said, and then gathered together and said, "seriously, it's all a group of violent elements. If it's not necessary, it's better not to approach rashly!"

"In fact, this is the subject of the school..." interrupted Maka, holding a cup of hot cocoa. "I'm a student of demstrom, you see - I'm about to graduate, aren't I?"

Maka has really grown a lot recently. At least he says he is a graduate now, which won't make people doubt.

"Oh, demstrom? I see..." troka showed a sudden expression. "Let me say that the style of your school has always been too tough. Graduates have to travel and write graduation thesis - it's not easy!"

"It's all right!" Marca shrugged. "No, if I can put the theme of my graduation thesis on the giant, it will obviously have a higher evaluation. In this way, it will be good to find a job after graduation!"

He paused and said with a smile, "besides, it's actually good to come out and find some stimulation, isn't it?"

"That's right," agreed troka. "I also like to wander around. If I stay in the same place all the time, I can't stand it! Ha ha..."

Just then, the door of the bar creaked and was opened.

During this time, there are more people in the bar one after another. We are used to the door being opened and closed automatically. Generally speaking, customers don't go to see who came in.

But this time, when everyone noticed that the room was not brighter because of the door opening, they found that another big man came in.

It was Mrs. Maxim who came. Her big body, which was no less than Hagrid's, blocked the outside light behind her, not even the wind.

"Orim, this way! We're here!" Hagrid turned and the stool under him made another squeaky noise.

In fact, Hagrid doesn't have to say hello, because who can ignore him? When Mrs. Maxim didn't come, he was the most eye-catching in the bar.

"Oh, OK." Mrs. Maxim nodded implicitly here, then turned and walked over.

It can be seen that she seems to be struggling as she moves in the slowly crowded bar. But even so, she did not lose the elegance from France.

"Be careful!"

Maka, who was looking at Mrs. maxim, suddenly shouted, but it was obviously too late.

Although she was very careful all the way and always avoided collision and crowding with others as much as possible, she still rubbed against a witch at the next table when she was about to walk to the round table where Maka and Hagrid were located.

The most embarrassing thing is that because the witch happened to turn around, Mrs. maxim, who crowded sideways, had the closest contact with the witch's pretty face with her "huge" PP.