Chapter 206 An Answer Worth One Galleon

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! The things that need to be explained have been explained, and the next step is the warm reminiscence link between the godfather and the son. Maca was sitting next to Buckbeak, watching Sirius and Harry quietly, but he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

It was not until 3:30 in the afternoon that Harry and others left the cave under the urging of Sirius.

"Uh... Maca, aren't you going?" Harry looked at Maca who was still sitting still.

"I have something to do later, you go back first!" Maca waved his hand.

Of course he has something to do. To put it bluntly, this time looking for Sirius was just a matter of chance, and what happened at night later was his real purpose for running out today.

"What else is there for a while? Do you need my help?" Sirius asked casually.

"No, I'm just going to meet two people." Maca smiled casually, "After all, the plan is terminated, and some things need to be finished."

Hearing what Maca said was an understatement, but Sirius knew it well-how could it be easy to do anything related to that plan?

"Two people?" Sirius then asked, "Who are they?"

"It's all people from 'over there', Lucius Malfoy, and old Avery." Maca said, "They're all guys who are obedient to Voldemort's control. I asked them to help me keep an eye on Voldemort's movements. .”

"It's the two of them?" Sirius looked at Maca in surprise and said, "Can they listen to you?"

"As long as there are enough benefits, coupled with the shock of strength, smart people will know what to do..." Maca said with a chuckle, "Voldemort himself is a half-blood. He can make so many pure-blood families work for him, It relies on the promotion of pure blood beliefs, as well as pure and powerful dark forces, isn't it?"

"That's right... The argument of pure blood supremacy can bring more benefits to those old wizard families, including the Black family..." Sirius said annoyedly, "You also used this method to persuade them?"

"Hey...it's no wonder that Voldemort's Death Eaters are seldom absolutely loyal with such invisible benefits to gain the support of those pure-blood families," Maca said with a chuckle, "Voldemort is indeed very ambitious. , and also understands the benefits of winning over people's hearts. But as far as his methods...Greenwald was obviously much smarter than him back then."

"Greenwald?" Sirius thought for a while, "I remember, what he preached was..."

"It's a series of regulations that oppose the protection of Muggles," Maca continued. "He took advantage of the fact that the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Magic issued at that time were not perfect, and he really won the hearts of many elites in the magic world. And he What they did was to strike a psychological balance for all wizards—the protections against Muggles did go a little too far in those days."

"What about you?" Sirius asked curiously, "How did you convince Lucius and Avery to fall to your side?"

"It's not my side," Maca shook his head. "I don't need them to my side—I don't need to dominate the magic world, I just give them a chance to choose..."

"What choice?"

"I asked them a question at the time: do I hope that the number of wizards in the magic world will decrease, and eventually their family business will lose money and become an ordinary family in name only; or do I hope that there will be more and more so-called mixed blood and mudbloods? Thus allowing their sacred twenty-eight clans to flourish once again—"

Speaking of this, Maca said with a smile: "You know, the current magic world is no better than in ancient times... Ever since wizards and Muggles were completely separated, the power of those pure-blood families has been shrinking. In fact, they all Understand that when the so-called 'high class' has no support from the lower classes, it is only a matter of time before it collapses."

"...So, the reason why they stand on Voldemort's side is only to use Voldemort's power to remind the wizarding world, just because Voldemort is too powerful,

Now it's hard to get off the tiger..." Sirius said thoughtfully, "But by doing this, aren't you helping those pure-blood families continue to dominate? "

"Hmph, even if I don't intervene, do you think they really can't do it?" Maca shrugged and said indifferently, "My appearance just gave them a chance to get away from Voldemort! Once Voldemort fails Now, they must have slipped faster than anyone—as they did more than ten years ago."

"However, it is not an easy task for those families to return to the glory of the past... No one knows what the magic world will be like in the future."

After all, Maca turned his eyes to the sky outside the cave, seeing the clouds rolling and relaxing in the blue sky, feeling a little dazed for a while.

yes! What will the wizarding world of the future look like?

In the past, he too has fretted that the future has deviated from expectations. But now, he really hopes that every next step is unknown.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Maca dressed up in advance and came to the Pig's Head Pub in Hogsmeade Village.

Maca has been here many times, but this small bar with a history of hundreds of years is still so cramped and dirty.

The windows here are so thick with grime that little light comes in, and there are a few candles on rough wooden tables.

Everything here is dirty, from the floor to the roof, even the butterbeer bottles are covered in a thick layer of dust. Even the cloth used to wipe the glass in the owner's hand is the same.

"Butter beer." Maca sat down at the bar with a hoarse voice.

To be honest, the guests who are willing to come to the Pig's Head Bar generally have some private affairs that cannot be seen, so few people will sit at the bar. Just like now, Maca is sitting there alone, looking a little awkward.

"Um?"

The owner of the Pig's Head Bar is tall and tall, with white hair and beard hanging down his back and chest. Although he was just sloppy, but because of his strong physique and sharp eyes, others thought he was just rough and unruly.

In Maca's words, he looks more like a Viking berserker who can chop people with a two-handed axe, rather than a wizard who uses magic to fool people.

The boss gave Maca a sideways look, then casually took a bottle of butter beer from the shelf behind him, and placed it in front of Maca along with a wine glass.

"Clean it up." Maca took out his wand, tapped a little on the wine glass, and then opened the butter beer and poured it in.

The wine bottles here are very dirty, but the taste is very pure. Maca took several sips, and suddenly, a scent of butter spread in the mouth and nasal cavity, making people feel intoxicated.

He likes the low-sugar butter beer unique to the Pig's Head pub. It's not as sweet and greasy as the one in the Three Broomsticks, and people can drink several glasses in a row.

"A bottle of such a delicious drink only costs two silver Sickles." Maca wiped the foam from his mouth and sighed, "It's really a bit too cheap."

"Then it's three Sickles for you." The boss said without raising his eyelids.

"You're raising the price from the floor, boss?" Maca raised his eyebrows, "I'll give you four Xikes, can you give me a message?"

The boss glanced at him again, and then replied, "A Garen."

Before he could finish his sentence, Maca flicked casually, and a golden galleon drew an arc in the air, and landed precisely in the wine glass he was wiping, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Deal." Maca said decisively.

The boss picked up the Galleon in the cup, and threw it into the small drawer under the bar for coins.

"Ask! You are only allowed to ask one, and I will tell you if I know it, and forget it if I don't know it."

Obviously, even if he didn't get an answer, the Galleon would definitely not come back.

"Of course, you must know this question... I just want to ask..." Maca said with a smile, "What's wrong with goats? Why do you like them so much?"

The boss stared at him for a long time, then snorted coldly: "Because their meat is delicious!"

"Give me back the Galleon." Maca spread his hands.

"Albus called you here?" The boss put the wine glass in his hand on the bar, and said angrily.

"He did mention you to me, but this time it has nothing to do with him." Maca whispered, "I made an appointment with someone to come here today to talk about things, and I'll come to you by the way to get acquainted."

"Then sit somewhere else," the boss waved his hand like chasing flies, "Go, don't be an eyesore here."

The owner of the Pig's Head Bar is none other than Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, the wizard who especially likes goats and even committed a crime for it.

To be honest, Maca was really curious - what did he do to the goat?

Not long after, two wizards in large cloaks and hoods pushed open the door of the Pig's Head Bar and appeared in Maca's sight.

At this moment, Maca was already sitting at the round table in the room, and when he saw the waiting person coming, he knocked on the table casually.

The two sneaky wizards heard the sound immediately, and they looked at each other, then walked to the table where Maca was huddled together, and sat down in silence.

"Would you like some wine first, both of you?" Maca said in that hoarse voice first.

"No need, just leave after finishing speaking." One of them almost got close to the middle of the table, and he lowered his voice, "What happened that day? Why didn't you show up? The situation over there is not good..."

"Yeah, many people are thinking about how to recover from that failure, otherwise it will be difficult to explain when the Lord——that person comes back." Another wizard followed suit.

Maca shook his head and asked calmly, "What? He hasn't come back yet?"

"That's right... Besides, no one knows when he will suddenly appear in front of everyone. This kind of life is not easy!"

It can be heard that when the other party said this sentence, there was a lot of bitterness in his tone.

"You don't have to worry about that," Maca said. "Anyway, you haven't committed any betrayals. What is there to worry about? You know, he is short of manpower right now!"