Chapter 47

"What's the matter?"

Maka looked at the sudden boiling scene around and couldn't help pulling Charlotte's sleeve.

"What's the matter!" Charlotte grinned. "We won the College Cup!"

"Ah?" Maka was stunned and felt as if she had missed something.

At this time, Darren on the other side sat down and said, "because of you, Dumbledore has given you a full 100 points! Although Gryffindor has also added many points, he is still not as high as us! This year's College Cup is our hucky patch's!"

"How long has it been since our college won the College Cup --!" he couldn't help sighing.

When Marca saw Dumbledore smiling and winking at him, she seemed to be happy that he had received the honor he deserved.

"That means," Dumbledore shouted, because only in this way can we surpass the thunderous cheers, because even the students of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are celebrating Slytherin's sudden defeat, "we need to make some small changes to the decoration here."

He clapped his hands. Immediately, the green draped ribbons turned earthy yellow and the silver ones turned black; The giant Slytherin snake disappeared and was replaced by a shrinking little badger.

"No matter how many times I've seen it, I still feel a little earthy!" Maka looked weakly at the hall and felt that she might as well give the College Cup to Gryffindor. At least gold and red looked more festive.

However, looking at the red smiling face of President spraot at the host and the cheers of the students around him, he could not help feeling that his contribution to the college was at least worth it.

A few days later, the test results were announced.

Hermione won the first place in the whole grade, and under her supervision, Harry and Ron also got good results. As for Marca, who never took the exam seriously, she came third.

To say that this achievement is good, it is indeed good; But why did he only get the third place because of his in-depth study of magic? Then I have to mention his unattractive achievements in astronomy.

Compared with the super-high evaluation of other courses, a barely passed "a" evaluation directly reduced him by two places. It is obvious that he is really not interested in astronomy.

At this moment, Maka, who is coming to the real king's Cross station from platform 9 and 3 / 4, is walking to the exit of the station.

"Alas, if you can move the shape with a phantom, you don't have to bother so much..."

As he complained, he moved slowly out.

"The more I think about it, the more strange it is. Why can't I use it well? The farther the distance is, the greater the random error will be... What a headache!"

That's true. He practiced more than a hundred times in Hogsmeade village. Every time, without exception, it moves successfully, but the visible coordinates always deviate from the predetermined position, and the farther the straight-line distance is, the greater the deviation is.

According to Maka's estimation, if the phantom is directly transferred to Albania from here, he will appear either in Romania or Italy! Or, the possibility of falling directly into the sea is not small.

"Alas -" thinking, he couldn't help sighing, "I have to fly honestly and see the situation in Italy..."

"In short, go to Guling Pavilion first and change some pounds!"

In Diagon lane, makaton, who wanted to go directly to the airport, finally went to Lovegood's house.

After all, this is a long journey. When he comes back, I don't know when it will be! Although there is plenty of time in the summer vacation, it is estimated that there are a lot of things to do, and it is very likely to miss the school opening date.

Before, he followed Dumbledore to the principal's office, just to give a preventive shot in advance, so as not to cause more trouble when possible. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore was surprisingly talkative this time, and even promised to extend his holiday. This is what Maka didn't expect.

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An hour later, Maka, sitting at Lovegood's table, was chatting with Luna.

"Where's your father? Have you gone out again?" asked Marca.

"Well, yes, he's always busy." Luna nodded and looked at Marca with her head tilted. "Are you going far away?"

"Yes! It's really far away." Maka smiled and didn't say anything more.

Luna gave an "Oh" and blinked.

"The school owls have begun to set out one after another. You should receive Hogwarts's admission notice in a few days," Maka said after drinking tea. "If I can come back before school, I will come with you."

"Maybe you will go to Ravenclaw. I think it should be right. You can say hello to Ms. gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw tower. I have mentioned you to her. She will show you the way and introduce the situation of the school. Believe me, Ms. gray is a good person although she is arrogant."

Luna nodded as she listened. It seemed that she was still very interested in the entrance.

Maka smiled and added: "although there is a sentence that is not suitable for me, I seem to be very popular in Hogwarts recently. Ha ha... If you have any difficulties, just report my name. I think it will always be useful."

After giving Luna detailed instructions, Maka handed her a small pink suitcase.

"I made it myself some time ago, with a traceless stretching spell and an old Ministry of magic permit." he said, "you can put a lot of things, so that you won't have too much luggage. It's very convenient. Of course, keep a low profile. The permit sticker is moved from another box, which doesn't match the box."

"Well, thank you," Luna smiled at him, "but I still want you to come back early."

"Of course, I hope so." Maka looked at Luna's beautiful gray eyes and nodded slightly.

Finally, Marca didn't wait for shanofilius to come back. He had to say goodbye to Luna and left in a hurry. Before he set out, he had a lot of things to prepare, such as owl MafA's cage.

The cage had long been taken out and thrown away by MafA himself, but MafA can't continue to stand on his shoulder on the plane, can he?

In addition, there are many other things to prepare!

Two days passed quietly. Just as Maka had just arrived at the airport, she saw an unexpected person.

It was a little girl in a loose Muggle dress. The small light blue back and the big hat on her head reminded Maka of a person.

"Miss brova?" Marca looked at the petite figure standing in front of the ticket office and shouted.

Willie looked back at Marca and said calmly, "hello."

"How do you --" "can I ask you a question?"

Marca's words were interrupted by Willie's flat tone. He had to nod and close his mouth.

"You know," said Willie, "how can I get on that - well, plane?"

"Is this your first time flying?" asked Marca, and Willie nodded.

"Where are you going? I'll buy your ticket."

"Paris."

"Your home is in Paris? Well, are you leaving today..."

The dialogue mode still hasn't changed. Maka asked and Willie answered. Although it's no nonsense and efficient, Maka always feels a little wrong.

When Marca wanted to line up, Willie pulled the hem of his clothes behind her.

"What's the matter?" Maka looked back.

"Where are you going?" asked Willie quietly, raising her head slightly.

"Well, go buy a ticket?" Marca was a little confused.

"I'll go to Paris, you, where to go." Willie still looked calm, as if she was used to being misunderstood by others.

"Oh, you mean this! I'm going to Italy and have something to do." Marca suddenly said.

"Well, I'll go too," Willie nodded to herself.

Then she was afraid that Maka didn't understand, and added, "Italy."

"What are you doing? I'm not going to play. Aren't you going home?" Maka was stunned and said strangely.

"I don't want to go home. There are no plants," said Willie naturally. "Not at all."

Marca felt her head start to hurt again. He even felt that he was always having a headache recently. Did Voldemort move the scar on Harry's head to his forehead.

And Willie, but they didn't listen at all. Maka can't leave a little girl who basically doesn't understand the Muggle world here alone, which will make him feel guilty of abandoning children.

Finally, Maka had to promise. He had a hunch that he would feel better about the trip.

Sitting on the plane, Marca watched Willy pick herself up by the window and look at the clouds outside without expression, but there was that wonderful illusion again - did she just don't know how to express her feelings? In fact, she was just a very ordinary and low-key little girl, but she was no different from others?

"Please don't keep looking at me," said Willie calmly, suddenly turning her head.

ok She is different from other children. At least, other peers have learned some worldly wisdom and won't speak so directly.

Maka turned her eyes back to her notebook and began to write and draw.

There are still many regular runes. If you don't hurry to continue to study, God knows what year and month it will take to parse them all!

On the plane, Maka always focused on his notebook. He just felt that he had arrived at his destination before long.

Looking at the Italian style buildings outside the window, I felt that if there were not so many things, this trip might be worth looking forward to.

But unfortunately, when he got off the plane, he would be busy again.