Chapter 208

Last night at the pig's head bar, Marca certainly didn't tell Lucius and old avery about the termination of the plan. This can only be known to their own people, and people like Lucius and Avery obviously can't let them know.

He only implicitly indicated that the plan would be delayed for a while so that Voldemort could be solved more properly.

As for when it will be, it will be another day.

Although not very willing, Lucius and old avery could only restrain their anxiety and nod their heads to understand.

no way out! Dumbledore alone has been enough for them. Now Marca itself is not simple. How to stand in line is clear to the veteran like Lucius and old Avery.

After coaxing them back, Maka glanced in the direction of the snow witch. Finally, she shook her head and turned back to Hogwarts.

He now has a general idea of what is hidden in the ghost swamp in North America. And Selin, the "snow witch", is still worried about how to treat her mother.

However, Maka has not made up her mind whether to touch the so-called "shouldn't touch" things.

"Even if you want to go, you have to be well prepared. At least, the research and practice of rule runes is the highest priority at present."

With this thought, Maka gave up the idea of going to the "snow witch".

Early the next morning, Luna was sent out of the school hospital by Mrs. Pomfrey.

She can leave the hospital so soon. In fact, it is Marca to a large extent, because the bottle of magic medicine was used in time. All injuries, as long as they are not extremely serious, can generally be quickly cured by the combination of magic and potions.

Fortunately, although the Gryffindor Duobao sword is invincible and extremely sharp, even magic can be split with one sword, but its damage effect is physical.

Maybe that's how it was designed, or maybe Harry didn't really work.

In short, Luna was discharged from the hospital, and the happiest thing was Maka.

"Finally discharged from the hospital, it's worth celebrating - today happens to be Sunday, what would you like to eat? Or where to play?" Marca's face was filled with a clean smile.

Speaking of it, he hasn't really laughed for a long time.

Now, the emotion and emotion finally came back. He couldn't help finding that his smile was much more recently than before he lost his emotion.

When Maka and Luna walked out of the gate of the school hospital together, he suddenly felt a gust of fragrance coming to his face.

He subconsciously took a step back, then turned around and found a figure passing him. If you don't avoid it, you'll be hit right.

Maka looked back.

good heavens! If you don't avoid it, it's not as simple as being hit!

The figure that came just now was no one else. It was Furong delakul, the busbarton school flower who was very proud and enthusiastic when he was familiar with it.

And the great beauty, now with her arms half open, looks at him awkwardly!

"Miss Dracula, what are you doing?" Marca politely left her a step so that she wouldn't be so embarrassed all the time.

Furong looked at Luna beside Maka, as if she understood something. She stood up again, regained her usual elegance, smiled and said, "Oh - Mr. McLean, I just want to congratulate this..."

"Her name is Luna Lovegood, a student at Ravenclaw college," Marka kindly reminded.

"Well, yes... I just want to congratulate her on her recovery. I accidentally recognized the wrong person just now..." Hibiscus smiled and said, "that maze is really dangerous, isn't it?"

Of course, Furong doesn't know how Luna was hurt. But for her, the maze was full of danger, and it was not surprising that she was injured.

And her ideas almost represent the ideas of the vast majority of students.

"Thank you."

Luna also smiled slightly, but her eyes stayed on the trinkets on Furong's earlobes. It seems that she is more interested in something else than Furong's jealous appearance.

"By the way, let me make a formal introduction," Furong suddenly pointed out. "This is my sister, Gabriel Delacour. She also wants to thank you - if it weren't for you, she might suffer because of my lack of ability!"

Maka turned her head and saw a petite and lovely girl standing in the corridor outside the door. When Marca looked at her, she found that she was staring at him with a hot look.

The little girl named Gabriel looks in her early teens, like a miniature version of Hibiscus, with waist long blond hair and silver eyes.

When her eyes blinked, her eyelashes glowed slightly. With the rising sun projected from the window, she looked like an angel.

Maka carefully approached Luna and tried to block Gabriel's inexplicable glare with Luna's pure brilliance.

"Er... Hello?" Marca didn't know why he said hello in an interrogative tone.

"Hello, Mr. McLean..." Gabriel's face burst into a sweet smile, "thank you that day, thank you for saving Gabriel..."

"Oh - you're welcome." Maka smiled and nodded.

"Maybe you haven't had breakfast yet? If you don't mind, why don't we go to the auditorium for dinner?" Furong stroked her hair behind her ear and suggested.

"Oh - uh, sorry, we've eaten just now," Marca immediately declined. "If you have a chance, please call us again next time."

"That's a pity, all right..." Furong said with a regretful look on her face, "well, my sister and I should go to dinner. Bye!"

Gabriel also said goodbye, and then two beauties, one big and one small, left together.

"Marca?" Luna called out to him suddenly.

Maka turned to look at her and wondered, "what's the matter?"

"Is Africa hot?"

Although he has known Luna for nearly four years, he still feels that he often can't keep up with each other's ideas. But fortunately, at least Luna won't ask some questions about stream of consciousness. Since she asked, she must be looking for a reasonable answer.

"Yes! It's very hot... Why do you suddenly ask this?" Maka said curiously.

"Last time my father wrote that he was invited to Egypt... It is said that the wizard over there found a new pyramid." Luna blinked.

"So... Are you going to travel to Egypt?" Maka asked.

Luna shook her head and said calmly, "our family has no money. If we go to Egypt, we should be hungry."

To tell you the truth, Marca intended to help shanofilius. However, if he is willing to help, others may not accept it!

For the Lovegood family, living according to their own ideas is the most important thing. The sales volume of the magazine "singing the opposite tune" has always been low, but xenophilus never had the idea of changing the direction of the content.

But seriously, the content in that magazine is too maverick. Many things are specious and difficult for people to accept. Even loyal readers who often subscribe to magazines often take it as a joke book.

"Well, I still won't go. It's really hot there." Maka nodded. "It seldom rains there. The weather is very dry. In terms of climate, it's not suitable for tourism."

They chatted casually and planned to take a walk on the lawn outside the castle - Luna had been in the ward recently and wanted to get some air outside.

But in the lobby, they saw Hermione walking towards the stairs with a straight face - she didn't seem to see Marca and them.

"What's the matter with her?" Marca thought. "Well... It's probably Harry and Ron who made her angry again?"

This time, Maka really wronged them. Hermione showed this appearance for another reason. Moreover, Hermione was the only one who knew about it for the time being - in fact, she didn't want anyone to know at all.

Hermione looked gloomy until breakfast the next day. Even if Harry and Ron asked again and again, she wouldn't say anything.

Just then, the owls who delivered the letter flew in, and Hermione seemed to be distracted by them. You can see, she's looking up, too.

"What are you waiting for? Have your parents learned to send letters with owls?" Harry said curiously.

"No, no," said Hermione. "I ordered a copy of the Daily Prophet. Now I know everything from the Slytherins. I'm tired of it."

"Good idea!" said Harry, looking up at the owls. "Hey, Hermione, I think you're lucky -"

A gray owl flew towards Hermione.

"But it didn't bring a newspaper," she said, looking disappointed. "It -"

Unexpectedly, after the gray owl settled on the plate in front of her, four barn owls, a tan owl and a gray forest owl flew in.

"How many purchase orders did you send out?" said Harry, grabbing Hermione's goblet to avoid being knocked over by the large group of owls.

They all scrambled to get the letter to her first.

"What the hell --" said Hermione, taking the letter from the gray owl and reading it. "Oh, oh!" she cried angrily, her face red.

"What's going on?" said Ron.

"This -- this is ridiculous --" she stuffed the letter into Harry. Harry saw that it was not handwritten handwriting, but seemed to be made of letters cut from wizard weekly:

"You're a bad girl. You don't deserve Harry Potter, let alone Victor Krum. Go back to your Muggle hometown!"