Chapter 901 Not a tacit understanding

Of course, there was no trace left at the school gate.

When Hermione came here against the wind and snow, all she saw was white that had been covered by snow again. And under that layer of snow, it was just an ordinary horse trail after Maca repaired it.

She used her sleeves to cover the blowing snow that frequently slapped her cheeks, her head and shoulders were covered with snowflakes, but she was still unaware of the coldness in the air.

All she knew was that she seemed to have made another trip in vain.

That's right! Even if Maca just came back, it's already past midnight, so what's the use of her rushing over now?

Could it be that it was just to see signs that Maca had been here?

It's a pity that even the so-called signs seem to no longer exist.

Hermione turned around with some disappointment, and returned in the direction she came with slightly lowered eyes, even forgetting to cover up the seemingly endless wind and snow for a moment.

But suddenly, she raised her head subconsciously, squinting her eyes and looking towards the castle through the dense snow curtain. All of a sudden, a certain window with the light from the fireplace suddenly attracted her full attention...

Her eyes suddenly glowed again.

Maca?

That's the office of the professor of Ancient Runes, it's Maca's office - Maca has indeed returned!

The next moment, Hermione started to run again, and after a while, she disappeared at the main gate of the castle that was slowly closing again.

However, she who was thinking about Maca didn't realize that there was another window in the Ravenclaw Tower, and there was a little candlelight shining through it.

Appropriate care can convey the depth of affection, but excessive pursuit can easily lose mutual space.

Behind the window, Luna held a candle in both hands, and the flickering flame lightly illuminated her gentle profile. She looked at the blurred and disappearing figure in the vestibule, and then raised her head again after a while, and set her eyes on the familiar window sill in the distance again.

Hermione, let's go chat with him again tomorrow, shall we?

...

Tat-tat-tat...

A burst of light footsteps alternated rapidly from outside the door, getting closer and closer to this side. Maka, who was writing and drawing behind the desk, suddenly raised his head, and his slightly tired eyes silently turned to the door of the office.

This magic wave... is it Hermione?

Hermione would probably be the one most affected by today's leaving without saying goodbye before nightfall - Maca had already thought of this point.

And now, Hermione discovered his return overnight, which was not surprising at all to be honest.

But to be honest, Maca's thoughts were a little messy tonight, and he didn't want to see anyone at this time.

Because he feels that it is still difficult for him to concentrate and talk to people, and this is undoubtedly a state of disrespect to all the people he meets.

But since Hermione would come running over so late, it was obvious that she had seen that the office windows were open...it seemed even less of a good idea to pretend she wasn't there until now.

Maca casually threw the quill in his hand back into the ink bottle, rubbed his slightly swollen temples, and was about to wave the door open.

But at the next moment, his hand suddenly stopped.

What's wrong?

Although Hermione noticed that she had come to the door, she didn't raise her hand to knock on the door. Maca seemed a little puzzled by this, but then stopped opening the door.

He didn't really know why Hermione stopped suddenly.

If Luna did this suddenly, Maca wouldn't be surprised, because that girl's ideas are always out of the ordinary, but they are surprisingly close to people's hearts.

But if it's Hermione, generally speaking, it's the kind that just does what it wants. Her strong subjective will enables her to become stronger and more active, and sometimes even Maca feels a little envious.

As for the behavior of visiting late at night like now, it should be the most normal behavior for Miss Hermione Granger to knock on the door as soon as she comes up.

How could it suddenly stop?

Out of worry, Maca was about to open the door to take a look before talking, but who knew that the figure outside the door suddenly turned around and leaned against the door lightly.

Maka, who was aware of this, suddenly became vaguely aware of a certain part of the other party's thoughts.

He twirled his fingers.

Then he slowly retracted the outstretched arm...

On the other side, Hermione in the corridor was leaning against the door panel.

I don't know when it started, but the impulse caused by discovering that Maca has returned just now calmed down.

After calming down a bit, she finally thought about what Maca's departure and return represented.

When it comes to leaving without saying goodbye, it is obviously because Maca thinks some things are best done by him alone, and they must be kept secret.

And speaking of the sudden return not long ago, behind such an abnormal behavior, there must be some accidents.

Generally speaking, Maca rarely changes the planned itinerary temporarily, doesn't it?

So, what kind of accident was it that forced him to interrupt his follow-up actions, return to Hogwarts in the middle of the night and stay in the office all night?

Thinking about it, Hermione became more and more aware of an invisible heaviness. No matter what the so-called accident was, Maca probably needed time to digest and think now—just like she was doing now.

Of course, compared to Hermione's worries about Maca, the depression that Maca is experiencing must be much more unbearable.

Thinking of this, Hermione didn't want to disturb the other party at this time.

After rushing back and forth for most of the night, I was inadvertently relieved of all anxiety and eagerness by such a thought. After Hermione stood leaning against the door for a while without a word, she finally straightened up and left the door of Maca's office in silence.

That night, the two girls with completely different personalities and viewpoints chose the same answer under their own will. This kind of tacit understanding, which is not a tacit understanding, may also be a seemingly accidental necessity.

Let's go find him tomorrow... Well, maybe we can call Luna together.

...

The next morning, Maca, who hadn't slept all night, was walking briskly on the way to the school gate.

He naturally didn't know that both Luna and Hermione chose to come to him today, so of course he continued to act according to his own ideas.

Just half an hour ago, he thought of a disaster that might be able to prevent the meteorite from falling on the gate of Hogwarts, but this required the cooperation of many people.

Therefore, he left school in a hurry early in the morning and came to the British Ministry of Magic.

Tuk-tuk--

This time, due to the urgency of the matter, he didn't waste time to accept the inspection and so on, and went straight to the door of the minister's office.

But this time he came to ask for help after all, and in order to save Mr. Scrimgeour's face, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Please come in.

Hearing the response from inside, Maca immediately opened the door and walked in, then closed the door behind him casually.

Until then, a head suddenly popped up from another door next to the minister's office, looking back and forth in the corridor with a surprised face, but where can I see half a figure?

What's going on? Is there something wrong with my ears? The Secretary of the Minister picked his ears blankly. Oh, this kind of problem is not conducive to promotion. I have to go to St. Mungo's to register after get off work...

Leaving aside the minister's secretary muttering to himself, in the minister's office, Maca had already arrived at Scrimgeour's big desk.

Please sit down...please sit down! Mr. McLean, why did you come here so early in person? Is there something wrong with the plan?

Seeing Maca at the Ministry of Magic this early in the morning, Scrimgeour couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Just like when Dumbledore was still there, whenever he was Mr. in the Ministry of Magic, it meant that something big was about to happen or had already happened. And once this happens, the busiest, most dangerous, and easiest to take the blame, will most likely be the Minister of Magic.

Although Scrimgeour had always had a poker face, and had been the head of the Auror Office for many years in the past, once he became the Minister of Magic, the burden on his shoulders often made him tremble with fear.

It can be seen that no matter who it is, no matter how broad the experience is and how strong the tolerance is, the chair of the Minister of Magic is not easy to sit on.

...By the way, do you want some tea? I have...

Don't be too busy, Maca hurriedly stopped him from fussing about, well, before I tell you why I came here, I have to inform you about one thing—the transfer of Azkaban prisoners two months later has been completed. It's not necessary, just cancel it!

what?

Speaking of this matter, it was something that Maca came over to secretly discuss with Scrimgeour last time, and Scrimgeour only expressed his cooperation after a lot of inner struggle.

You know, once such a big move is known, there will be many people with different political views who will directly protest against him as a minister at the Wizengamot meeting!

However, due to Maca's current status and relationship with the International Federation of Wizards, Scrimgeour was still persuaded on the spot.

But now, Maca suddenly said that it was cancelled, which made Scrimgeour quite speechless.

What... what's going on? What happened again? He asked in astonishment, then shook his head and said, No, after all, why did you transfer all the prisoners out of the prison earlier? what?

Up to now, there is no way to hide some things. When Maca saw him ask, he explained simply and clearly according to his question:

Well, I can tell you the reason now—actually, I originally planned to lure a meteorite down, and the place where I planned to fall was Azkaban.

Meteorite... Meteorite?

Scrimgeour found that his jaw seemed to be unable to hold back.

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