Chapter 1000 The False Prophet

"Mr. Bernthal, please leave the previous matter to me, and then... Please keep the things that Cathy said just now a secret."

Before the words were finished, Maca put his shoulders on the shoulders of little Cathy who was still in a daze, and led her out of the dean's office together.

"...Mr. McLean?"

In the corridor outside, Little Cathy followed Maca step by step, the bewilderment on her face hadn't completely subsided until now.

"Well, what's the matter?" Maca asked as he walked, "You want to ask, what should we do next?"

"That's right!" Little Cathy immediately grabbed Maca's sleeve and said anxiously, "That person really hit the mark on what will happen in the future, and...he also said that if I stayed 'To die without meaning'...was that really a prophet?"

Little Cathy would be baffled, as is inevitable. After all, in this era, there are fewer and fewer wizards who have awakened the blood of the prophet. Most wizards have never even seen the prophet in their entire lives.

Even Sybill Trelawney, the professor of Divination at Hogwarts who has made correct predictions several times, can only be regarded as a half-prophet in terms of degree.

After all, a real prophet would not be able to make some decent predictions only after being drunk like she did.

But in the face of Little Cathy's question, Maca said instead:

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

Seeing that Maca spoke with certainty, Little Cathy couldn't help but feel a little more real in her heart.

"That……"

She walked beside him holding Maca by the sleeve,

He raised his head and looked straight into his face.

Sensing the little girl's gaze, Maca also lowered his head, showing her a reassuring smile.

"Just do what the prophet said! Anyway, I was going to let you go to France..." He was talking, and suddenly thought for a while, "Oh, if this didn't happen, you Are you going to stay here?"

"……yes."

Seeing Maca's question, Little Cathy, who was walking forward, stopped suddenly.

"I want to enter Hogwarts, study magic hard, and then use my ability to help everyone like you, Mr. McLean... But that person seems to be very clear about what I have never told anyone. "

Having said that, she couldn't help saying:

"McLean, could it be... even my idea is wrong?"

"Well?"

Maka, who stopped walking because she felt her sleeves tightened, shrugged her shoulders relaxedly when she saw this.

"Did that prophet tell you to give up your hard work?" He smiled and said, "It's just that it's better not to go to Hogwarts. France has Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the background of that school is not as good as that of Hogwarts." Gwarz is bad. Besides, as long as you work hard enough and a little luck, you can be a brilliant wizard anywhere!"

...

In the end, little Cathy failed to be a volunteer in St. Mungo's, but was also taken to Black's old house by Maca.

After the latter sent her there, he immediately left there and hurried to the British Ministry of Magic with the potion bottle sealed with the strange substance.

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

To be honest, Maca's heart is not as calm as he showed in front of little Cathy. Especially the so-called "prophet" whom he said so seriously, he himself was the first to disbelieve.

Because he is very clear that the prophecies that really came from the prophets have never been so clear!

Not long after, Maca, who suddenly appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, shook his head suddenly, and said with a light smile:

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

"Who said it wasn't?"

As soon as Maca muttered something softly, someone took up the conversation not far behind him and echoed his words.

"However, what needs to be done still needs to be done," the other party continued immediately, "Maka, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeon and temporarily placed there—I told them to clean up the cells as much as possible Get comfortable."

"No matter how comfortable it is, that's it! We are here to save the lives of those Muggles... Of course, there are also their families. Don't worry about it so much for now."

After talking casually, Maca waved without looking back, and continued:

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

There were still as many people in the Ministry of Magic as ever. Even though it was approaching noon, the flow of people coming and going was still very dense.

Squeezed into the elevator with Kingsley, stopped and stopped as the elevator moved, and waited until all the people who wanted to go upstairs were gone before they could go down to the Department of Mysteries level.

But the dungeon couldn't be reached directly by the elevator—they had to walk for a while.

"It seems that you have indeed fully recovered?"

Walking quickly in the corridor, Maca did not forget to check the other party's physical condition carefully.

In fact, due to the newly discovered substance that can lurk in the soul of Muggles, Maca felt that it was necessary to re-examine Kingsley, whose soul had been burned by the black flame.

"That's right," Kingsley patted his strong chest and said, "I'm fully recovered—no, I even feel that it's easier to cast the spell now!"

"Oh, this should be a normal phenomenon," Maca nodded, "Because your soul has become stronger after the trauma."

Just like the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse among the three unforgivable curses, these two spells will become less effective as the number of times they are cast on the same target increases.

Back then, Kingsley was extremely painful when he was burned by the black flame, this was the tempering of his spiritual will. Since he persisted for a long time at that time, he would naturally gain something.

While chatting, the two walked through the empty corridor, and soon went down the stairs to the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic.

When passing through the seventh courtroom, Maca sighed slightly with nostalgia—if the old man Dumbledore was still there, he might be able to relax a lot now.

"Squeak—"

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

In recent years, due to frequent disasters, many incidents have been involved in quite a lot. On the contrary, those potential dark wizards who have been making troubles in previous years have become more and more peaceful.

Obviously, those guys are also life-saving, aren't they?

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

"Hmm...the efficiency is quite high, and more than a dozen of these have been sent in?"

Maca looked at the iron frame bed in this large cell, and at a glance, he saw a dozen people lying on each other, breathing evenly one after another.

He first stepped forward, checked the condition of their souls one by one, and then fell into deep thought.

As far as these Muggle souls are concerned, the gray-black substance is not perfectly hidden in the latent state. If he conducts targeted sensing, he can still perceive a slight difference from ordinary people's souls.

But even so, Maca who has mastered the rules of the soul must be carefully inspected to detect abnormalities, which is enough to prove that Hai Erbo's methods are indeed extraordinary.

After deliberating for a moment, Maca slightly nodded and said:

"Indeed, these Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be isolated from ordinary Muggles... By the way, before I came here, I went to St. Mungo's to find Mr. Bernthal, he A few healers should be sent in soon. The Muggles will be handed over to them on a regular basis, remember to protect them."

"No problem." Kingsley nodded immediately.

After exhorting a few words like this, Maca walked out of the cell with him again, and continued to think about how to use the clues obtained from Muggles.

He had a hunch.

Although this clue seems to be a bit out of date at present, if it finds the right direction, it should be able to lead to a very critical piece of information.

Not long after, Maca and Kingsley boarded the elevator again. When the latter found that Maca was about to go out on the atrium floor, Kingsley was taken aback immediately, and then quickly followed out.

"Maka, are you leaving now?" He stretched out his hand and pointed upwards, "Aren't you going to meet Scrimgeour?"

However, Maca who was walking in front turned around when he heard the sound, but gave him a subtle expression.

"Actually, I don't mind. It's a pity that your minister doesn't necessarily want to see me now." He said, "So, even if you want to talk to him, you have to wait until you have specific gains. Moreover!"

"Then you just let him idle like this?" Kingsley whispered jokingly, "If we have something to gain by then, he will be able to sit and share the credit again!"

"Let him share!"

Maca waved his hand indifferently, and went straight to the hall without saying anything more.

To be honest, he really didn't care about Scrimgeour sitting back and enjoying the harvest, because what that guy could eat was actually quite limited. What's more, it's not easy to take advantage of this kind of benefits nowadays, and Scrimgeour needs to bear considerable pressure to be able to stand by his side with gritted teeth.

If it had been the Cornelius Fudge from back then, the entire Ministry of Magic would have been in chaos.

"So, Scrimgeour is fine. Now the problem is with the International Federation of Wizards. That's quite a force. In order to contain them, Haierbo probably did a lot of tricks, right?"

In the hall, Maca thought for a while, then turned around and disappeared into a public fireplace—it can be seen that his magic flame reaction when using Floo powder is still so scary!

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