Chapter 1021

The windbreaker's repeated hesitation, Maka naturally saw it.

Although the other party's desire to talk and stop is exactly what's going on, he also has some points in his heart, but he can't know whether something will happen later or what will happen specifically.

So to tell the truth, before Maka went down to the tenth basement of the Ministry of magic, even with his usual composure, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

However, in fact, nothing happened.

"... isn't it weaker than the black dead made by Voldemort?"

In the dark corridor outside the dungeon, a torch flickered with a faint light. Under the dim light, a personal movie seems to have lost its will and wander aimlessly through the corridor.

It can be seen that, as Auror called "Hankins" said, these people are really completely unchanged in terms of appearance.

Does that look like... Sleepwalking?

At least it looks like it.

Maka stood at one end of the corridor and glanced at the Muggles falling in front of him - he had just appeared here a few seconds ago, alerting the Muggles wandering around.

But unexpectedly, although these guys have become quite amazing in strength and slightly improved in speed, they can only be regarded as a group of Muggles after all.

When Maka quickly avoided all the guys around one by one, they were easily put down by just a few more powerful spells.

"Well, you can't say that," he thought, and then said secretly, "if they get close, it may be fatal to ordinary wizards... No, even Auror, who is not proficient in close combat, must be in crisis."

"Then... 'wisdom'?"

He remembered that Hankins had mentioned the wisdom of Muggles after these changes. But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, there is really no more.

Therefore, although these alienated Muggles are not like the black dead - they can't resist the black air of the spell. Once they are hit by the spell, they basically lose their combat ability;

But it is probably inappropriate to say that they are not dangerous to the world.

Of course, in front of Maka, these mutant Muggles are meaningless.

While knocking these people down one by one, Maka stepped forward again and again with a rhythmic pace, and checked every cell all the way.

When he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor, he finally found the object he was looking for.

After knocking down another Muggle rushing towards him, Maka quickly stepped into the cell and bent down to check it carefully one by one.

There were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, all of whom were quietly lying on their backs, silently accompanying the cold prison ground.

In the meeting room above, Maka learned that auro and the batter had been sent to check the situation and had not returned in time.

And now, he finally found these people.

In fact, the identities of these people can be well distinguished from their clothes. Two Aurors and four batters specialized in fighting with black wizards, and the rest are mutant Muggles who were knocked down or even killed on the spot.

These Aurors and batters obviously lost their wands, and even four of them had their arms broken.

Although there was not much blood on the whole scene, the people who saw it could not help feeling numb.

"I guess I didn't expect that these mutated Muggles would roam in such a wide range?" Maka whispered to herself, looking at the deepest cell. "That's why they all chose to show up here, but they were caught off guard."

After that, he inspected and cleaned up the whole ten floors underground, confirmed that none of the changed Muggles was still standing, and then returned to the conference room on the top floor.

In fact, since he went down to the present, it is only time to have a cup of afternoon tea.

"Mr. McLean, are you... Have you handled it below?"

There was no doubt some nervousness in scrimger's inquiry - looking at his face, he might still be worried about what new problems Marca found.

But Maka didn't answer his urgent question first. Instead, she looked back slightly and glanced in the direction of the windbreaker wizard who still stood outside the door.

To be honest, what I just saw below is too common. Even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will clean up the situation sooner or later.

For example, today's Navier estimates that it can be done.

But in this way, what does the windbreaker's repeated hesitation mean?

After a little thought, Maka still didn't think of a reason, so she could only remind herself that the matter might not be over. At the same time, he also turned back and looked at the anxious magic minister scrimgeor.

"There's no problem in the dungeon. Open the blockade and gather all the Muggles lying on the ground!" he said. "I didn't kill anyone except some who were killed by Auror and batters sent down earlier."

At this point, Maka paused and continued:

"... but I'm sure I can't be locked up here anymore. Help me carry them to a cell, and I'll take them elsewhere later."

Regardless of moral issues such as human nature, the subsequent inspection must use those changed Muggles. In order not to happen again, further research is inevitable.

"In addition, get us something to eat! There's dry food in your stomach these days..." he said, turning back again and facing the figure outside the door, "whatever you want to eat, don't worry, it's Mr. schlinger's treat today!"

……

This incident can be said to have ended just after it happened.

Due to Maka's timely disposal a few days ago, those Muggles failed to change in the Muggle world, which has completely strangled the worst development in the cradle.

Now, with a little reflection, this is only the loss of six Aurors and batters. Even the Minister of magic, scrimgeor, feels a little lucky.

However, the fact that someone dies is someone dies, after all, is regrettable.

Especially Marca, if only he had taken more protective measures in his cell.

Of course, not to mention whether he was still quietly enjoying the heaviness of life while he hurriedly filled his stomach in the conference hall of the Ministry of magic. At this time, Luna had just come out of the headmaster's room at Hogwarts.

"Go to class! Remember not to tell other students about what you said just now... Oh, if it's Miss Granger, it's no problem."

"All right, Professor McGonagall!"

Seeing that the other party returned to the office to continue working after telling herself, Luna turned and went to Ravenclaw tower.

Not long after, she took a few textbooks and ran briskly to the ancient magic language classroom.

Although Maka left her job temporarily, she still has to continue to take the course. In order to fill the vacancy caused by Maka's departure, Professor McGonagall also wrote a letter to hire professor babling, who had traveled abroad to explore ancient wizard relics.

"Dudu."

The students in the magic literature class suddenly heard the knock on the door and turned their heads and looked at it.

"Please come in."

Babling is a rather nagging middle-aged witch. Her chattering words linger almost every time in her class.

But after she came back and became a professor of ancient magic literature, her words were much less than before.

In fact, many little wizards are actually guessing whether she felt so much pressure because of Maka's achievements in magic literature that she even became more cautious in her lectures.

However, only a few professors, including Maka, knew that she was cursed in an ancient site in the Sahara desert.

Although it has been treated, the tongue is still often not straight!

"Professor babling, um... I seem to be late?"

Professor McGonagall had just told her at the door of the office, and now of course she remembered. After a little blinking and thinking, she finally found a reason.

It's a pity that this reason is too brainless - after all, who will come back more than half a class late?

"Oh," Professor babling at the stage pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and waved helplessly, "Ravenclaw college deducted 2 points. Remember to take a class... Cough, I mean, don't be late for the next class."

"I see."

Luna nodded slightly, then staggered to the seat next to Hannah, put down her textbook and sat down.

Not far away, Hermione, who was in the same class, stared at her with a very concerned look until she passed by her desk.

However, her eyes were no longer looking, but Hermione still didn't put it down.

Even if professor babling then began to talk about the content of ancient RuNi, and the details were added to her personal understanding on the basis of those compiled by Maka.

For students who love ancient magic writing, these basic theories are not even worse than Maka's.

However, Hermione was distracted.

She knew that Luna's absence in the afternoon must be due to Marca's disappearance, and the professors probably knew... But what did Luna do?

No, she is more concerned about whether Maka has come back than what Luna has done?

Looking at Luna's brisk appearance when she first entered the classroom, Hermione couldn't help affirming her guess more and more.