Chapter 644 Strong Alexander

"...Look! Those jovial Irish lads dropped a huge bag of popcorn on our side again, crackling and shattering the windows of the Churchill Square mall, and bringing down over 200 poor civilians in the process To be honest, it was a brutal tragedy!"

"However, history often tells us that miracles are always born in disasters! Yes, according to the latest investigation, a little boy lying in his mother's arms survived unscathed in the center of the explosion! This is really... "

One day at noon, in a coffee shop near an ordinary residential area in London, Maca was sitting near the floor-to-ceiling windows and flipping through a newspaper.

Of course, judging from the nonsense written in the report, it is obvious that it is not a serious newspaper at all.

After skimming through this article about the previous car bomb, he casually flipped through it a few times while sighing to himself that it was too much for nothing.

"Hey, today's one is quite big..."

Speaking casually, Maca folded the newspaper again, and then threw it aside indifferently. At the very top of the front page, the name of this newspaper is very eye-catching - it is the British "Sun", which is notorious all over the world.

Let's not mention the Muggle newspaper here. In fact, inadvertently, time often passes at a speed that we cannot predict. In the blink of an eye, most of the Hogwarts holiday had passed.

And during this period, things that should happen will naturally still happen, such as the multiple operations between the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, and various magical researches on Maca.

As for now, it was time for Maca to work again.

The boy whose magic power appeared in the explosion earlier was named Alexander Wolfe. This child who lost his mother lived in the neighborhood across the street from the coffee shop.

Around the middle of last month, the Hogwarts admission notice had been sent to his home by an owl; and today, it was time for Maca to visit the family in person and get to know the specific wishes of the child and his father. .

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Maca drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, left the coffee shop with a tip, and went straight to a small house across the street.

It can be seen from the outside that this house has experienced many years, and it has hardly been renovated and repaired, so it looks quite dilapidated. The lawn in front of the house seemed to have been mowed before, but it seems that there has been no one to manage it in recent days, and the grass has grown quite wantonly.

Maca first walked to the mailbox on the side of the road,

He stretched out his hand to open the lid and glanced at it, and there were already a lot of letters inside. As a matter of course, several envelopes from Hogwarts were jumbled with other advertisements, promotions, and missionary materials, making them look quite messy.

It doesn't matter too much though, because Hogwarts barn owls are hardworking.

Even if they are not delivered to the children once or twice, they will continue to take out the prepared letters, and then do everything possible to deliver them. Whether it's a door gap or a window, even in the chimney is a good choice-of course, that will only work if the fireplace is not lit.

Maca just looked at the mailbox, then walked to the door of this small house and knocked on the door politely.

The door was not opened immediately, until he knocked a little harder for the third time, followed by the sound of footsteps inside, and a childish voice came from the other side of the door.

"Who's there?"

"My name is Maca McLean," Maca introduced himself first, and then directly stated his purpose of coming, "You should have received an admission letter from an owl, right? I'm here to ask I ask you, would you like to go to our school to learn how to use magic correctly..."

This was not the first time he had visited the family of the future little wizard. He knew that he should speak clearly when meeting for the first time, and then use the facts to relieve their hesitation.

And when it comes to dealing with a child, it is even more important to use certain key points to attract their attention-such as the mysterious and wonderful word "magic".

"magic?"

Sure enough, as soon as the child heard the word, he hurriedly "clicked" and opened the door. Such a defenseless little guy inevitably gave Maca the illusion that he was abducting children.

"You're the old man of the magic school—"

As soon as the door opened, the boy standing at the door stared at Maca and was stunned. Obviously, Maka's extraordinarily young appearance made him deny the identity of the "teacher" he had originally expected.

"McLean...Sir, are you a senior student?" The boy with short flaxen hair, Alexander, paused for a moment, then guessed suspiciously, "Is that really a magic school?"

"Yes, the magic school."

Maca nodded, then stretched out his hand and shook it slightly, a ball of flame exploded under his control, and turned into a bouquet of flowers in turn. He smiled, handed the bouquet to Alexander in front of him, and subconsciously glanced at the room behind him.

In fact, he was a little puzzled, because according to the investigation, the child lived with his parents. Although he lost his mother not long ago, he didn't lose his father at the same time - did his father go out?

It's not a good idea to leave your children alone at home. But now that the child has no mother, the burden of the family's livelihood falls entirely on his father alone. I'm afraid it will be helpless for a while.

"It's really magic..." Alexander looked at the bouquet in his hand from side to side, so surprised that he could hardly speak, after looking over and over for a long time, he suddenly raised his head, "Sir, I need magic! I want to bring my mother back to life! Since it's magic, it must be possible, right?"

Regarding this problem, Maca certainly had expected it long ago, and it would come sooner or later. It's just that he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

This little boy named Alexander is straightforward and has a strong heart of "facing reality" that ordinary children don't have. After losing his mother, he did not fall into the fear of death and the sadness and helplessness of parting relatives, but naturally thought of saving his mother.

Looking at his eyes full of hope, Maca couldn't help but find that a simple "no" is so difficult to say.

"Unfortunately, it may not be possible to bring the dead back to life." He sighed softly, "Alexander, you have to understand that even the mysterious magic is not omnipotent."

"Can't? Why?" Alexander clenched his fists and said loudly, "Then I won't learn magic, it's useless to me—"

Facing a child who was only ten years old, it was difficult for Maca to use Dumbledore's words to explain the meaning of death—even he himself hadn't figured out the true meaning of death, how could he explain it to a child? clear?

So, he had to use his own point of view to try to guide the other party.

"Alexander," Maca said, "death may be very painful and uncomfortable, but it doesn't necessarily mean the end of life, understand? The previous principal of our school also passed away some time ago, but after he left Guided by him, I went to another world and saw him."

"Another world?" Hearing what Maka said, Alexander's eyes lit up immediately, "Then...did my mother go there too? I...I can still see her, right?"

Maca couldn't answer this question. After all, Dumbledore was able to go "there" because of his own powerful ability. As for Alexander's mother, I'm afraid I won't be able to find her there.

"I don't know," Maca finally shook his head, "because I'm not strong enough... But I know that although magic can't bring back the dead, it can protect the living. Alexander, you Is there anyone you want to protect?"

Alexander blinked, then suddenly nodded firmly.

"I want to protect Dad!"

Maca suddenly smiled.

"Really?" He said softly, "It's very good, I believe you can protect your father... Then where is your father now? Did you go out?"

"Oh, no..." The boy turned his head back hesitantly, and glanced at the small stairs in the house, "Daddy is upstairs, in his room...he hasn't come out for many days."

"Huh?" Maca was taken aback when he heard the words, and he had some guesses in his heart, "Is he all right? Have you gone in to see it?"

The death of his wife must have dealt a great blow to the child's father. Perhaps his father was not as strong-minded as he was, and when facing the life and death of his lover, he silently fell into despair.

"Yes...Actually, he cooked for me in the first few days, but now..." Alexander's childish face slowly climbed up a little sadly, "I can only do some difficult things. What he ate, he ate very little and hardly spoke."

"Did you do it yourself?" Maca looked at him. "That's great, Alexander... take me to see your father! Maybe I can do something for him—"

"Use magic?" Alexander nodded quickly, "Please cheer up Dad! He has lost a lot of weight, and he can't go on like this—"

After finishing speaking, he immediately turned around, greeted Maca and walked home.

This is undoubtedly an exceptionally strong boy, and Maca felt that this child might bring more changes to Hogwarts. It's just that it's not a good habit to be too unguarded towards strangers.

While thinking about it, Maca stepped forward to follow, and closed the door behind him.