Chapter 1001

"Mr. Boehner, please tell me what happened before, and then... What Cathy said just now, please keep it a secret for the time being."

Before the words fell, Maka took little Cathy's shoulder and took her away from the dean's office.

"... Mr. McLean?"

In the corridor outside, little Cathy followed Marca step by step, and the loss on her face has not completely subsided.

"Well, what's the matter?" Marca said as she walked. "What do you want to do next?"

"Yes!" little Cathy immediately grabbed Marca's sleeve and said anxiously, "that man really said what would happen in the future, and... Said that if I stayed, I would 'die meaninglessly'... Was that really a prophet?"

It's inevitable that little Cathy will be confused. After all, in this era, there are fewer and fewer wizards who have awakened the blood of the prophet. The vast majority of wizards have not even seen the prophet in their whole life.

Even Sibyl Trelawney, a Hogwarts divination professor who has made correct predictions several times, can only be regarded as a semi prophet in terms of degree.

After all, a real prophet is not like her. He can make some decent predictions only after he is drunk.

Just facing little Cathy's question, Maka said instead:

"I think it's a prophet... You know, prophets don't exist only in legends, they really exist. And there are many people who can make predictions in this world!"

When little Cathy saw that Marca was sure, she couldn't help feeling more real.

"Then..."

She took Marca's sleeve and walked beside him, looked up at his face.

Feeling the sight of the little girl, Maka lowered her head and showed her a reassuring smile.

"Just do as the prophet said! Anyway, I was going to let you go to France..." he was saying, and suddenly thought, "Oh, if this hadn't happened, would you stay here?"

"... yes."

When Marca asked, little Cathy, who was following forward, suddenly stopped.

"I want to enter Hogwarts, study magic hard, and use my ability to help everyone like Mr. McLean... But the man seems to know what I've never told anyone."

At this point, she couldn't help saying:

"McLean, is... Even my idea wrong?"

"Well?"

Maka, who felt her sleeves tight and stopped together, shrugged easily.

"Did the prophet tell you to give up trying?" he smiled. "It's just better not to go to school in Hogwarts. There is a busbarton School of witchcraft and wizardry in France, which is no worse than Hogwarts. Besides, as long as you work hard enough and a little good luck, you can become an outstanding wizard anywhere!"

……

Little Cathy finally failed to be a volunteer in St. mango, but was also taken by Marca to the old black house.

After delivering her, the latter immediately left there and hurried to the British Ministry of magic with the medicine bottle sealed with strange substances.

But on the way, he had been thinking about what little Cathy said.

To be honest, Marca's heart is not as calm as he showed in front of little Cathy. In particular, the so-called "prophet" who was described as serious by him was the first one who did not believe.

Because he knows very well that the real prophecy from the prophet has never been so clear!

Not long after, Maka, who suddenly appeared in the hall of the Ministry of magic, suddenly shook her head and smiled:

"No matter who that guy is... In short, the world is getting harder and harder!"

"Who said no?"

As soon as Maka whispered, someone took over the words not far behind him and echoed his words.

"However, we still have to do what we should do," the other party continued immediately. "Maka, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeon and placed temporarily - I told them to tidy up the cell as comfortable as possible."

"No matter how comfortable it is, it's just like that! We're trying to save the lives of Muggles... Of course, and their families. It's urgent and right. Don't tangle so much for the time being."

Casually, Maka waved without looking back, and then said:

"Let's go, Kingsley! Take me to see it first and talk about other things."

There are as many people in the Ministry of magic as ever. Even if the time is approaching noon, the flow of people is still very dense.

They crowded into the elevator with Kingsley and stopped as the elevator moved. They waited until all the people who wanted to go upstairs were gone before they had to go down to the level of the Department of mystery affairs.

The dungeon, however, could not be reached directly by the elevator - they had to walk alone for a while.

"It seems that you have indeed fully recovered?"

Walking quickly in the corridor, Maka didn't forget to check each other's health carefully.

In fact, because the newly discovered substance could lurk in the Muggle soul, Maka felt the need to check Kingsley's soul burned by the black flame.

"That's right," Kingsley said, patting his strong chest. "He's completely recovered - no, I even think it's easier to cast a spell now!"

"Oh, this should be normal," Marca nodded. "Because after the torture of trauma, your soul has become stronger."

Like the soul snatching mantra and heart drilling mantra among the three unforgivable mantras, these two mantras will reduce their effectiveness as the number of times they are cast on the same object increases.

At the beginning, Kingsley was extremely painful by the black flame, which was the sharpening of his spiritual will. Since he had just survived for a long time, he would naturally gain something.

As they talked, they walked through the empty corridor and soon went down the stairs to the bottom floor of the Ministry of magic.

As she passed the seventh courtroom, Marca sighed nostalgically - if Dumbledore were still there, she might be much easier now.

"Squeak --"

With a slightly harsh sound of opening the door, Maka followed Kingsley into a cell on the other side of the corridor.

In recent years, because of frequent disasters, many events have been greatly involved. On the contrary, it has made potential black wizards who have been making trouble in previous years more and more calm.

Obviously, those guys are desperate, aren't they?

Therefore, these prisons, which are only used to detain ordinary criminals, are almost empty now.

"Well... It's quite efficient. More than ten of them have been sent in?"

Maka looked at the iron bed in the big cell and saw more than a dozen people lying down, breathing one after another.

He first went forward and checked the condition of their souls one by one. Then he sank into thinking.

From the perspective of these Muggle souls, the gray black substance is not perfectly hidden in the latent state. If he makes targeted induction, he can still detect some differences from ordinary people's souls.

But even so, Maka, who can master the soul rules, must carefully check to find abnormalities, which is enough to prove that Haier Bo's method is indeed extraordinary.

After considering for a moment, Maka nodded slightly:

"It's true that these Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be isolated from ordinary Muggles... By the way, I went to St. Mungo to find Mr. Boehner before I came here. He should send several therapists soon. When the regular care of these Muggles will be handed over to them, remember to protect them."

"No problem," Kingsley nodded.

After two words of such instructions, Maka walked out of the cell with him and continued to think about how to use the clues obtained from Muggles.

He has a hunch.

Although this clue is still a little endless at present, if you find the right direction, it should lead to a very key message.

Before long, Maka and Kingsley took the elevator again. When the latter found that Maka was going out on the atrium floor, Kingsley was stunned immediately, and then hurried out with her.

"Marca, are you leaving now?" he pointed up. "Don't you meet scrimger?"

However, Maka, who was walking in front, turned around and gave him a subtle expression.

"In fact, I don't mind. Unfortunately, your minister may not want to see me now." he said, "so even if you want to talk to him, you have to wait until you have a specific harvest!"

"Then you just leave him idle?" Kingsley whispered jokingly. "If we have a harvest then, he will be able to sit and share the credit!"

"Just let him share!"

Maka waved her hand carelessly, said nothing more, and went straight to the hall.

To tell the truth, he really didn't care about scrimgeor sitting and enjoying the harvest, because the guy could eat was actually quite limited. What's more, nowadays such benefits are not easy to take. Scrimgeor needs to bear considerable pressure to stand on his side with his teeth clenched.

If you had changed that Cornell fudge, the whole Ministry of magic would have been in a mess.

"So there's nothing wrong with slinger. Now the problem is the International Federation of wizards. That's a big force. Maybe Haier Bo has moved a lot to contain them?"

In the lobby, Maka thought about it, then turned and disappeared into a public Fireplace - you can see that his magic flame reaction when using flyer powder is still so scary!