Chapter 2618

"Marca, what are you doing?"

On the outer edge of the mountain forest where countless corpses linger, a young man is sitting on the ground against an old Scotch pine. He held a dead tree branch in his left hand and a wooden knife in his right hand, and let the sawdust fly down to the grass in front of him.

Sarah borrowed the puppet to make it. Sarah always said to cut it with a flat handle.

While he was quietly scraping the dead branch, another girl stood beside him. The girl leaned over with her hands on her knees and looked at the movements on his hands.

Under the long curled hair like a golden curtain, the little head shook gently with each cutting of the wood cutting knife in his hand.

"You should see, Luna..." hearing the girl's inquiry, the young man casually stopped the action on his hand, looked up at the latter, raised the wooden stick in his left hand and showed it, "I want to make myself a magic wand again - you know, I lost the one I used most."

"Oh, yes... But with dried Scotch pine branches?"

The girl kept the posture of bending over, slightly tilted her head and expressed doubts to the young man.

But the young man shrugged.

"Who said no?" He shook the half cut dead branch in his hand and said, "just now when I sat down here, it happened to lie at my hand - it chose me, didn't it?"

"You said it yourself?" But the girl immediately replied, "you said, it's not 'the wand chooses the wizard', but 'the wizard chooses the wand'. So even if it chooses you, you should refuse it?"

"Well, did I say that?" The young man blinked and seemed a little embarrassed. He rubbed his scalp with a branch. "Well, yes, dead pine branches really can't make magic wands... I admit, in fact, I'm just passing the time and cutting a magic wand model to commemorate something."

Previously, after hearing that Sarah said that the first batch of wizard troops had landed, Hermione and others decided to take a rest here. At the same time, they first sent Neville's patron saint to inquire about the enemy in the mountains ahead. Because she was impulsive due to the unconscious influence of "sin" last time, she decided to be more cautious this time, and then take action after meeting with that group of teams.

So, yes, Maka is really a little free at the moment.

On his side, after hearing what he said, the girl seemed to finally recognize and be satisfied with his honest answer, and didn't say anything again. But she remained in her original position, standing on his side and looking at him with interest.

Then gradually, the girl began to understand why he just said "a memorial" by cutting a magic wand!

As the dead tree branch was gradually shaped by the knife in the young man's hand, a magic wand with a familiar shape and style was also displayed in front of her like that.

It was the "old wand", which was said to have been broken and destroyed by Professor Dumbledore. It was a wand of great significance to many people.

The surface of the slender wand section after section also has the unique peach kernel texture of elderberry. It is impossible for any wizard who has heard of its name and seen it to admit it wrong.

Looking at this fake wand carved from dead pine branches that highly imitated the old wand, Luna finally opened her mouth again and suggested unexpectedly and reliably:

"Then you should engrave Professor Dumbledore's name on the staff."

"Good idea!"

The young man first praised the girl, then lowered his head again. After a moment, he raised his sharp knife again and engraved a line of letters on a section of the staff.

Just

"'herm-i-one Granger '... Why engrave Hermione's name?" Following each letter carved by the other party, the girl subconsciously read it out, and then reflected that it was the first and last names of her friends.

"Well," the young man paused after the carving, as if he had thought about it again, and then looked up and said to the girl, "I'm going to give it to Hermione as a gift. I guess it might slightly restore my impression in her heart?"

"Then you should give her a book, one she hasn't read." The girl said, "it's better to be about ancient magic literature." She added.

"Oh!" When the young man heard her last sentence, he couldn't help laughing, "it seems that you know her better than I do now. Your feelings are so good! It even makes me a little envious."

But just then, another voice sounded coldly from behind the old Scotch Pine behind him and inserted into the conversation between the two.

"Our relationship has always been very good," the voice said coldly. "Luna has always understood me better than you... Although I came to understand this after a lot of experience."

When he said this, the owner of the voice was walking this way. At the moment when she finished speaking, her figure just came out of the shadow of the trunk and came to the two.

The owner of this voice, "coincidentally", is the owner of the name engraved on the wand by the youth with a knife, the current leader, Miss Hermione Granger.

"Well," said the young man, nodding to her with a smile, then glancing down at the fake wand in his hand, "then I'll listen to Luna and give it as a gift when I find a book you haven't read yet..."

"Yes!"

The young man didn't finish his words, but he saw the other party spread out his hand towards him, then raised his exquisite chin at himself and gently hummed.

The young man blinked again. Then he subconsciously handed over the wand in his hand, but he was turned over and grabbed by the other party halfway.

Then our Miss Granger didn't speak any more and turned and left.

When the other party went away, the young man turned his head again and looked at the girl on his side.

The girl still looked at her back and said:

"You know Hermione just walked behind the tree."

"Yes!" Youth road.

"Hermione knows, you know." The girl said again.

"Er... Yes, isn't it?" The young man paused and nodded again.

"So," said the girl, turning to the young man at this moment, "Hermione has accepted you now, and should help you as a lobbyist and try to persuade Harry to accept you again."

"That's great."

The young man leaned back on the old Scotch and relaxed his arms a little, so he said.

The sky is still overcast, making the wind cool in the woods, but it may not always be unpleasant.