Chapter 197

Among those present, Hermione, who had witnessed the whole process of the incident, was probably the only one standing at the opposite entrance all the time.

She was really relieved when she saw Marca save Harry.

The situation was so dangerous that Harry would not survive if he was hit by the chimera's dragon tail.

But just as she put her heart hanging in the air safely down, that amazing accident happened!

accident? Yes... It must be!

All she saw was that Harry suddenly got up from the ground, and his bloody and terrible eyes were full of the smell of violence and murder. She didn't know what had happened to Harry, but she knew that it was not the eyes that a normal human should have.

Harry held up the sword, the Gryffindor sword she had handed to Harry, and without hesitation waved his backhand to Marca's back!

Hermione has touched the sword many times. She knows very well that it is a sword waving quietly, and it is also an invincible sword.

"No -"

Hermione wanted to draw out her wand to stop Harry who had lost his heart. But she didn't understand until that moment why Maka often stressed that the wand must be placed in the easiest place to draw out; Why does Maka always practice pulling the staff quickly over and over again

It's too late. All she can do is run and scream. She didn't even know whether she was trying to remind Marca or to vent her fear.

Then Luna, the crazy girl she often envied and even a little envious, opened her hands without saying a word and stood behind Maka at the critical moment.

Hermione didn't know. She didn't know if she would do it so simply.

"... yes, it will... Certainly..."

I don't know when, her face has been full of tears. She stood in front of Maka and stared at Maka's face in a trance.

How long has it been since there was such an obvious emotion on Marca's face?

It was a kind of unspeakable sadness and obvious weakness

Neither the original Maka nor the later Maka, who became a little indifferent, showed such obvious weakness. He is like a real strong man who will never be afraid or negative. Even at the end of the first semester, when he lost the first defeat against Voldemort, he only showed a moment of regret and anger.

But Maka, who was so powerful that all the little wizards were in awe, showed such a weak expression at the moment.

What is he afraid of? Are you afraid of losing the girl in his arms? Well... If it were me, would he show such an expression?

No, what am I thinking

"Maka..."

As if frightened, Maka suddenly raised her head and stared at Hermione.

"... she'll be fine, won't she?" his voice sounded unusually hoarse.

"Yes, she'll be fine... Haven't you fed her magic medicine?" Hermione said quickly. "She'll be fine... Sure..."

"Potion? Yeah, um -"

As soon as Hermione reminded him, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He hurriedly examined Luna - it was a huge scar starting from the left waist and going to the lower rib of the other side. Fortunately, Maka's Potion was used in time. Up to now, most of the wound has healed.

He reached out and touched Luna's neck. No problem. His pulse is very strong. There should be no problem.

When he looked back and planned to pick up his wand and test it with magic, he was stunned.

"This is..."

Just after reciting the mantra, he clearly "saw" that his magic woke up and flowed along his arm to the wand. Then, a series of broken regular runes flashed across the tip of the staff.

When this simple detection spell was completed, a diffusive ripple formed by magic rippled and shrouded Luna.

"... magic?" he muttered to himself. "Why... Wait!"

Maka suddenly closed her eyes and soon opened them quietly again.

"To retrieve emotions and emotions in this way... I'd rather not." he gave a wry self mockery smile, with more anger in his tone.

"Marca... Are you all right?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"It's all right," he smiled at Hermione. "I'm all right, Luna is all right... Where's Harry? Is he... All right?"

When Harry was mentioned, a complicated expression flashed across his face.

Can he blame Harry? As long as his brain remains in his skull, he can't blame Harry... Blame yourself for being too stupid. Since you see Harry, you shouldn't let him stay behind you.

"Harry?" Hermione looked back as if she had just remembered, "well... It should be all right..."

Maka looked up at the front, but found that Harry was leaning in the open space not far away, and Gryffindor's sword had already been released.

It seems that he fell badly this time, but Maka subconsciously used a coma spell at that time, which must not cause human life.

Just then, a faint voice suddenly sounded from Maka's arms.

"... Maka?"

At this time, Luna, like a newborn baby cat, squinted her eyes vaguely and looked weakly at Maka.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

"I'm fine, of course..." Maka quickly lowered her head and looked at her. "I should ask you... How do you feel now... Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Luna shrunk uneasily and seemed a little uncomfortable lying in someone else's arms. She thought about it, then shook her head and smiled at Maka.

"Mom said, you can't get too close to boys..."

Probably because Marca's coma spell was too strong, Harry didn't wake up until Marca was going to leave here.

"Let's go!" Marca carefully carried Luna on her back and controlled Harry to float beside her, ready to find Krum with Hermione.

However, just then, Hermione suddenly thought, "we seem to have forgotten something?"

"What?" Marca looked around, then suddenly said, "Oh! Ron!"

Harry came here to defeat the chimera and save Ron. But after such an accident, they almost forgot about saving Ron.

……

When Maka found that the entrance of the maze was blocked and forcibly broke the extremely thick wall, he found the black devil sign with a ferocious smile in the sky in the direction of the school gate for the first time.

Of course, this is what Maka knows. Even if he doesn't want to find out, it's too late.

Maka just glanced over there and immediately called the people to Hogwarts castle.

If he had followed the original plan, he should have appeared at the scene of the incident at the school gate and tried his best to play a good play. But now Maka began to hesitate.

"If you have some skills, you don't know who you are..." he couldn't help muttering to himself, "don't mention that Voldemort's strength hasn't been fully understood yet. Even if the plan is implemented smoothly, so what?"

"The biggest enemy is not Voldemort at all, but this unpredictable future!"

Whether he is cautious or counselled, in short, he wants to find a place to hide and spend his life safely.

Instead of going between Dumbledore and Voldemort, he silently returned to Hogwarts castle and stayed quietly with Luna.

"What are you thinking?"

Luna, lying on the hospital bed at school, stretched out her hand, gently touched the back of Maka's hand and asked softly.

"Hmm?" Marca pulled her attention away from her confused thoughts. "No, it's no big deal."

He smiled at Luna. Although his expression was no longer so stiff, there was a trace of bitterness in it.

"... really?"

Luna's misty eyes looked directly at Maka, as if she had seen through his heart.

But this time, she didn't say anything more. After a while, she seemed a little tired. She soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Of course Marca couldn't sleep. He just sat by the hospital bed and fell into meditation again.

Outside the window, the twilight glow swirled in the light clouds, dyeing the black devil marks in the air with a dazzling circle of Phnom Penh.

The wind in the distance is still whistling, sometimes talking and sometimes shouting, but no one can understand its language.

Occasionally, a few red or green lights flashed across the distant sky, reminding the teachers and students in the castle that there was still fighting at the school gate.

When the sun set and the moon rose, Dumbledore returned to the castle with a tired face.

He didn't explain to others, but came to the school hospital for the first time. When he saw Maka who was silent and Luna sleeping in the hospital bed, he seemed to understand something.

"Remember to have dinner."

Dumbledore stretched out his wand and ordered at the next table. Several plates immediately appeared on the table, filled with all kinds of exquisite snacks.

"Thank you, professor." Maka nodded at him.

Dumbledore said nothing more. He just nodded and left.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was completely dark. Only the moonlight outside the window loomed and appeared from time to time. Through the large window of the ward, it sprinkled silver on the ground.

While Maka was looking at Luna, a shadow dragged by the oblique moonlight suddenly appeared on the ground.

His first reaction was to stretch out his hand to protect Luna, who was still sleeping. Then he clenched his wand, turned around and looked warily at the window.