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When he came out of the Riddle Mansion, it was still late at night outside.

The conversation with Voldemort this time was not so much a mutual discussion, but rather Maca assisted Voldemort in finalizing every arrangement.

In general, Maca was only responsible for disclosing the content of the three-final match to Voldemort, and promised to secretly give some help to the Death Eaters who performed the task, that's all.

Of course, the so-called changeable world, he can't "guarantee" that Voldemort's arrangements will go on smoothly.

"The matter is over, let's go back to Hogwarts..."

Snape beckoned, gesturing for Maca to stand beside him, but Maca shook his head.

"Send me near King's Cross Station, and I have to do something for the respectable Mr. Principal." He shrugged and said with a smile.

Snape glanced at him, snorted and said, "You're pretty busy right now."

After a while, after leaving Maca by the shop in front of King's Cross Station, Snape left abruptly.

Even in the middle of the night, there are still many Muggles in this large railway terminal in the center of London. They shuttle back and forth without delay in their actions.

Recently, there has been news of the privatization of railway operations in the UK. It is estimated that it will become more prosperous and noisy by then.

But Maca didn't come to take the train today—he came to pick up people.

However, until then...

"Excuse me, beautiful young lady. I wonder if I'm lucky...to be your friend?"

Changing the wizard robe on her body into a simple Muggle costume, Maca ran to the corner by the exit of the station inexplicably, and spoke to a young hot blonde girl.

That girl was obviously much older than Maca, she was dressed casually, and her appearance was very ordinary. In normal times, no one would have noticed that there was such a girl standing in the shadows in the corner.

However, when Maca stepped forward to strike up a conversation, the girl stared at him with her eyes wide open as if she had seen something unbelievable.

"How did you recognize me?" she said in amazement, even the color of her blond hair faded a little.

"If I didn't recognize you, are you still going to wait for me to look around for a long time before running out to scare me?" Maca said with a smile, "Tonks, I don't have time to spend it in the middle of the night Here... I still hope that I can go back in time to catch up on sleep!"

That's right, the one in front of me is Nymphadora Tonks, a rare Transformer Magus capable user.

As the origin of Animagus, Disguise Magus is a kind of innate ability that sleeps deep in the blood of wizards, and it is much rarer than the former.

As for its ability, as the name suggests, it can easily change one's appearance with a very low consumption of mana, but it is a very convenient talent.

"Okay, okay..." Tonks said boredly, "You guy, you can always hit other people's self-confidence casually."

Don't be surprised, although Maca didn't care much at the time, but Tonks knew Maca.

Maca's first semester at Hogwarts was also Tonks' last semester at Hogwarts. If you go a little deeper, they are both Hufflepuff students.

It's a pity that, whether in the Muggle world or in the wizarding world, apart from tons of review materials, the students in the graduating class have no time to interact with other things.

After graduation, Tonks, with good grades and outstanding talents, went to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the training of novice Aurors.

And in the past few years, Moody has been paying attention to this young man with a lively personality and a deep sense of justice, and after the end of this year's training, taking advantage of the restart plan of the Order of the Phoenix has just started, he plans to absorb her Come in.

"Then let's go!" she urged, "I don't intend to disturb your precious sleep..."

"Yeah! Isn't my sleep time becoming more and more precious..." Maca sighed,

"I still have to wait for someone. Although he knows the place, if he gets there, I guess it should be dawn!"

"Who is it?"

Upon hearing this, Tonks habitually put his arm on Maca's shoulder and asked curiously.

"Let me just say it first, don't make a fuss for a while..." Maca reminded, "His name is Jack Figg, and he is a squib."

"Squibs?"

Normally, Tonks was the kind of girl who was curious about everything, but now that she was not on a mission anyway, she seemed even more relaxed.

"Is it also a new member recruited by the crazy old man? How old are you? You must be very capable to join as a squib, right?"

Maca shrugged and said, "Yes, yes, at least he is very talented in disguising himself as a Muggle. After all, he has lived in the Muggle world for more than ten years, and he probably already considers himself a Muggle." Melon..."

The two chatted casually, and it didn't take long before Maca raised his hand and waved it.

At the opposite ticket gate, a bearded uncle was carrying a big suitcase. After seeing Maca waving, he smiled and walked towards Maca.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Uncle Jack said cheerfully, "You must be Mr. McLean, right? Sure enough, you are young and promising, um... who is this lady?"

"Just call me Tonks, we will be colleagues from now on!" Tonks skillfully extended his hand and shook hands with Uncle Jack.

"It's better not to be polite, let's go to the side and use the broomstick to drive." Maca urged.

"Broomsticks? Why don't you Apparate?" Tonks looked at Maca, wondering.

The corner of Maca's mouth twitched, and then he spread his hands and said, "I know almost all other practical spells, but I have a problem with apparition... Besides, you won't be able to find the place we're going without me leading the way."

"Hey!"

Tonks laughed immediately, as if he had caught Maca's weakness, he smiled with a wicked look.

"Don't be discouraged! McLean... as long as you study hard, you will learn sooner or later, huh?" She patted Maca's shoulder vigorously, laughing and walking with Maca to the corner where no one was around.

Behind them, Uncle Jack also followed, the smile on his face never falling.

About this uncle Jack Feige who is always smiling, he is actually a person who knows everything. His mother was Arabella Figg, the neighbor two streets away from Uncle Harry's—the Dursleys'—who had moved in.

It is also his mother who has always insisted on the task of watching Harry grow up.

Recently, Arabella called her son over, saying that she planned to let her son, who had never married a wife, find someone who could live in London.

So Maca simply suggested that he should find a witch as his wife—if he could find one.

Carrying this honest-looking uncle, the three of them flew to Grimmauld Place in the northwest direction together...

"It's here, let's land!"

Maca beckoned to Tonks who was flying beside him, then pressed down on the handle of the broom and rushed down. Not to mention, such an exciting flight scared Uncle Jack so much that he almost couldn't help but danced on the broom.

Maca ignored him, just turned around and landed firmly on the ground.

Tonks landed right behind him, and headed across the street under Maca's leadership.

"Mr. Figg, your mother lives there now—" Maca said towards the other side of the street, "Muggle residential area, No. 21 Gleason House, go forward a little and turn left, then go straight Go forward and you can see the neighborhood."

"Oh, thanks!"

Uncle Jack obviously hadn't recovered from the high-altitude flight, so he nodded hastily when he heard Maca speak.

"Isn't he going to the stronghold with us?" Tonks asked strangely, looking at the back of Uncle Jack going away.

"Huh?" Maca chuckled as he walked forward, "Did I say that he would go to the stronghold with us? Oh, sorry... I just gave him a ride along the way."

"Hello!" Tonks curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"It's just a little joke... Oh, it's time."

Maca stretched out his wand and waved it casually, but saw that the houses in front of them suddenly moved to the two sides. An old house seemed to have recovered from a crushed state, and it just appeared between the two previous buildings out of thin air. between.

"Sirius doesn't know how to change the door of this dilapidated house, and it still looks like this dirty..."

"The Secrecy Curse?" Tonks asked in surprise, "Dumbledore cast it himself... I can't even think about such a complicated spell..."

This is 12 Grimmauld Place, the old house of the Black family.

Some time ago, Dumbledore met with Sirius, and by the way, set the stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix in this old house donated by Sirius.

The Fidelity Curse was indeed cast here, but it was not done by Dumbledore, but by Maca himself.

Including the application and curing of the spell, as well as the role of the secret keeper, it is simply a one-stop service.

"Well, yes... Just remember, this is a place that only members can know..." Maca casually opened the door first, and walked into the still dark and gloomy hall.

He didn't bother to fight Tonks anymore. After all, she had just become an official Auror, so it was time to give her some confidence. She still had a lot of things to do in the future!

"Oh—McLean!"

As the two walked through the hall, they saw a man with slightly white hair and a suit in a rough suit striding towards them.

"Long time no see, you look taller again..."