Chapter 293 The ups and downs of growing up

Hermione, sit down first!

Maca took Hermione back to the study, and then he sat down on the sofa first.

To be honest, the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew that Maca was always busy, because every time they came to the study, they would see him drilling in the hill formed by magic books and various documents, regardless Busy day and night.

Maca seems to spend very little time for sleeping every day. Although everyone sometimes worries about his physical condition, after finding that he is in good spirits every day, they get used to it.

But at least, if there is nothing to do on weekdays, everyone is used to not disturbing him in the study.

This holiday started from living here, and Hermione has not come in a few times until now, but every time she comes in, she will find that the space here seems to be constantly becoming crowded.

Did you have more things here? Hermione curiously picked up a notebook piled on the sofa, flipped through it casually, but found that it was full of symbols and formulas that seemed half-understood.

I think so... Maca shrugged. But at least there is still a place to sit. Don't worry about making a mess. It's okay to push it away.

I think this is already messy enough! Hermione said dissatisfiedly, won't you clean it up?

They are neat in my heart. Maca said with a smile, Let's not talk about this... Actually, I planned to find someone to talk to you a long time ago, and it was just an opportunity!

Opportunity? Hermione asked suspiciously, It means that I saw through your lie?

No, Maca shook his head, I mean, I want Harry to make a choice...Speaking of it, you, me, Harry, Ron, and of course other students.

Among these people, only you are the one I think is the smartest.

Upon hearing Maca's rare compliment, Hermione blushed immediately, but immediately raised her head proudly.

Really? There was a look of joy on the corner of her mouth.

Of course it is true! Your strengths are obvious, you are smart and hardworking, and you are meticulous in your studies... But, likewise, your shortcomings are also obvious-you are not very good at understanding things that are illogical, right?

Oh - from what you've said, it seems to be true! Hermione scratched her messy hair in frustration.

Because of this, although you can memorize all kinds of magical knowledge very quickly, you can't study them in depth. Because most of the knowledge about magic requires 'imagination' and 'perception'...

Unknowingly, Maca led Hermione into a state of listening to lectures. The time gradually passed, and soon it was time for dinner.

When Hermione unconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, she suddenly came back to her senses.

Oh! Why do we keep talking about study and research? She wondered, I thought you were going to talk to me about Harry!

Harry needs to face certain things by himself, Maca said solemnly, We have been fighting against Voldemort's return, and you and Harry are the ones who I think are most likely to be the power to protect everyone ...

At least there are many people and things that I want to protect, and I believe Hermione is the same for you. So, I hope you can grow up as soon as possible, learn magic knowledge in a more targeted manner, and transform them into your own strength.

Now that Voldemort is temporarily lurking, we cannot be sure when he will make a comeback again. But it is foreseeable that when he reappears in our sight, danger will become everywhere...

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Harry finally mustered up the courage to accept Maca's mission. Although he was still apprehensive about his upcoming trip to the Ministry of Magic, at least he had taken the first step by relying on his willpower.

At dinner on Wednesday night, Mrs Weasley turned to him and said softly, I've ironed your best clothes,

You put it on tomorrow morning, Harry, and I hope you wash your hair again tonight. A good first impression works wonders.

Harry felt like a brick had been smashed into his heart when he heard that. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny all stopped talking and looked in his direction.

Actually, there is no need to worry too much. It is impossible for Voldemort to completely infiltrate the entire Ministry of Magic. Calm down and do as I say.

Harry nodded, and wanted to continue eating his ribs, but his mouth suddenly became so dry that he couldn't chew.

How do I get there? He tried to sound unconcerned.

Take you with Arthur when he goes to work, said Mrs. Weasley gently.

Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table. You can stay in my office first, and then go when the trial time comes.

Harry looked over at Sirius, but Mrs Weasley answered before he could ask.

Of course Sirius can't go with you, can he?

I think that's quite true, Sirius finished through gritted teeth, and gloomily plunged his fork into a potato.

At five-thirty the next morning, Harry came fully awake with a jerk, as if someone had shouted into his ear.

He lay there motionless, and slowly the thought of going to the Ministry of Magic filled every cell of his brain.

When he felt he couldn't take it anymore, he simply jumped out of bed and put on his glasses.

Mrs. Weasley had left freshly laundered jeans and a T-shirt at the foot of his bed, and Harry fumbled into them.

Ron was sprawled on his back in bed, his mouth open, sound asleep.

Harry crossed the room to the landing outside the door, and closed the door softly behind his back, while Ron remained on the bed.

He walked softly down the stairs and into the kitchen below.

He thought that there was no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a low voice coming from behind the door.

He opened the door and saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupine and Tonks all sitting there, as if waiting for him.

Maca and Hermione were there, too, and they seemed to be whispering over some notebooks.

They were all fully dressed except for Mrs Weasley in a purple nightgown. She stood up as soon as Harry entered.

Breakfast, she said, drawing out her wand, and hurried to the stove.

Morning morning, Harry, said Tonks, yawning. This morning her hair was blond in lazy curls.

Did you sleep well?

Fine, said Harry.

I didn't... ha... didn't sleep all night. She said, trembling and yawning again, Come and sit down!

She pulled out a chair, only to topple the one next to it.

Tonks, don't be so busy... Maca raised her head and said teasingly, Don't you also complain that you always knock over things, the best way is not to touch them.

You can control it...ha... Tonks didn't even have the energy to argue, and he seemed really sleepy.

What would you like to eat, Harry? asked Mrs. Weasley loudly. Porridge? Muffins? Smoked fish? Ham and eggs? Bread?

Just the bread, thanks, said Harry.

Lupine glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, What did you say about Scrimgeour?

Oh! By the way, it's like this... Ha... We need to be more careful, he started asking me and Kingsley some weird questions. Tonks waved his hands.

Maca thought for a while, and exhorted: Pay more attention to whether he shows a trance expression when he is not speaking. Scrimgeour is still very principled. If he is not controlled by the powerful Imperius Curse, he will The credibility is still relatively high.”

Kingsley thinks so too, but the Imperius Curse is not easy to see! Tonks said bitterly.

There is really no good way to do this, we can only observe more. Maca shrugged.

Harry was subconsciously relieved that they hadn't asked him to join the conversation, which had been stinging in him. Mrs. Weasley put two slices of bread and marmalade in front of him, and he ate with difficulty, tasteless.

Next to him, Mrs. Weasley sat down on the other side of him and began to pay particular attention to his T-shirt. One moment to tuck the label in, another moment to smooth out the seams on the shoulders.

Truth be told, Harry wished she hadn't.

Maca seemed to see what he was thinking, smiled and said: You really have to pay attention to your appearance, those guys are very concerned about these things, so it would be better for you to pay attention to your words and deeds when the time comes.

Maka, I won't be on the night shift tomorrow, I'm too...ha...too tired. Tonks said, and yawned again.

Let me do it for you, said Mr. Weasley. I'm fine. I have a report to catch anyway.

Mr. Weasley was not wearing wizarding robes, but a pair of thin trousers and an old bomber jacket. He turned his eyes from Tonks to Harry.

how are you feeling?

Harry tilted his head, although his heart was full of uneasiness, but for a moment he really didn't know what to say.

It'll be over soon, Mr. Weasley encouraged him. In a few hours, you'll have nothing to do...don't worry too much about the task, it doesn't have to be done, Isn't it?

Harry pursed his lips, looked at Maca again, and said nothing.

As Mr. Weasley said, the task given to him by Maca was not mandatory, but he also felt that this was actually an opportunity given to him by Maca.

An opportunity to break through himself and regain his courage, he actually wanted to grasp it firmly.