Chapter 259

Looking up from the meditation basin, Maka immediately turned back and looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, don't you have any other clues?"

For mad eye moody, Maka still has some good feelings. Not to mention the crazy old man's straight temper, at least he is a "good man" who always adheres to his own principles.

During the last wizard war, in order to round up death eaters, the Ministry of magic granted Auror the right to use unforgivable spells. However, as long as it can be avoided, Moody's will not choose to kill.

Maka asked herself that she could not be a "good man", but it did not prevent him from maintaining his admiration for this kind of people. Maka really wants to contribute to Moody's disappearance this time.

Just about Moody's disappearance this time, he really didn't have a clue for a moment.

But in the face of Marca's inquiry, Dumbledore still shook his head.

"All I know is that I laid a magic barrier to protect the castle at that time, but arasto didn't seem to find it..." he sighed regretfully. "I'm afraid he didn't know. If he stepped back into the back door, it wouldn't happen now..."

After that, Marca chatted with Dumbledore again. When she found nothing, she had to leave first and look for clues again.

However, although the disappearance of Moody's is important, Maka can't focus all her energy on this side.

Now the summer vacation is coming. This holiday is bound to be a turbulent period. For Voldemort's magnificent return, the British Ministry of magic will certainly have action.

After all, the Minister of magic Fudge had had contact with Voldemort earlier, which was the result of Marca's threading.

"It's just fudge..."

Maka had to shake his head at the thought that he had coaxed and deceived the timid Minister of magic through Dumbledore and his own strength.

This time Dumbledore frightened Voldemort, so fudge should be safe. But if Voldemort went directly to fudge to threaten, it was hard to say which side the Ministry of magic would stand on.

"Anyway, while the weather is not completely hot and Voldemort will not act rashly... Play with Luna for a few days first!"

Maka walked in the corridor. At the beginning, she was still thinking about the next series of arrangements, but in the end, she inexplicably turned to eating, drinking and having fun.

Recently, he got closer and closer to Luna. He found out whether he should pick a good day and clarify his relationship with this pale golden girl?

"... hey hey!"

After thinking about it, Maka couldn't help grinning, but the thief smile just appeared, but it immediately collapsed.

"No! What should I... Tell her?"

Pitifully, he always acted calmly, but when he met his heart beating sister, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"Stop!"

Maka was thinking with embarrassment on her face. She didn't want to hear a loud cry behind her and stop him.

"Hermione?"

He looked back and found Hermione standing stubbornly in the middle of the corridor, her hands hanging on both sides of the wizard's robe, clenching her fists tightly.

"Marca McLean!" she raised her chin slightly and called out Marca's full name syllable by syllable.

Marca looked at Hermione mistily and didn't know what she wanted to do. But her proud gesture made Maka's eyes a little trance.

Probably because she also began to have a girl's consciousness. Since this semester, Hermione often took care of her naturally curled brown curls to make them no longer look as messy as they used to be.

But as like as two peas, she suddenly undid the bondage and let her hair fall on her shoulders, just like when Marca first met her.

"When I first saw her... Was it at the branch ceremony...?"

Maka suddenly felt that her memory was slightly confused.

Yeah! When he first met Hermione Granger, he was at the branch ceremony of admission. But now Hermione's appearance reminded him of her standing at the door of a compartment of the Hogwarts Express train.

The same long hair is messy, the same chin is slightly raised, and the whole body exudes a proud temperament.

And the vague figure in his distant memory quietly coincided.

"Marca McClain!" Hermione said loudly with her left hand on her waist and her right index finger pointing to Marca. "I don't want to ask about your past. It's your business; but I want to participate in your future. It's my right!"

"Listen to me! I - Hermione Jane Granger - like you very much! I want to capture your heart with my charm!"

"What --"

Maka was still worried about how to confess to Luna, but she turned around and was chased back by the proud looking Miss Granger. This... What's the situation?

"You don't have to say anything now! Just wait for Miss Ben! Hum -" Hermione said, resolutely shook up her disheveled curled hair, turned away excitedly, and didn't give Marca a a chance to speak.

"You... I... cough... What?"

Maka held out his Erkang hand, his head was in chaos, and his face was stunned and speechless.

"... when did our lady know it all become so strong?" after holding for a long time, Maka only squeezed out such a sentence from her dry throat.

To tell the truth, Maka really cares about Luna, but Hermione is so noisy that he doesn't know how to speak to Luna.

Look, Miss Granger, what a good speech! If I were a girl, I would be captured on the spot by her overbearing advertisement!

Maka, who was in pain and meditation, suddenly turned around because he noticed someone approaching again. The person who came back was relatively close, which made him feel the fluctuation of magic.

"Uh... Professor Snape?"

"... McLean," snape said, raising his eyebrows and smacking his tongue, "tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut."

"Cough, cough..." Maka didn't expect that Snape seemed a little... Well, at least it's not as serious as before.

"... don't make fun of me, professor." he waved his hand weakly. "Sorry, I have something else to do. I'll buy you a drink another day..."

"... is it a wedding banquet?"

Maka, who was just about to slip away, was choked by Snape's cold words and almost fell into shit.

Looking at Marca who fled in a panic, Snape returned to his usual state of facial paralysis. He was stunned for a while, and then walked forward again.

It can be found that the direction he went seemed to be the entrance of the headmaster's room where Maka had just left.

Recently, Snape often went in and out of Dumbledore with a high frequency. Although no one found it, there must be some unspeakable secrets hidden in it.

It's just that Marka was confused by Hermione's strong advertisement just now, so she didn't notice Snape's whereabouts.

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"... this classmate, do you know Miss Luna Lovegood? Can you call her for me... I'll wait for her here!"

In the hall where little wizards came and went, Maka stopped a Ravenclaw girl and asked with a smile.

"Mr. McLean?" the girl said with wide eyes. "Oh... Lovegood? Of course, she should be in the common room now... I'll call her..."

Then the girl walked back and couldn't help looking back and forth at Maka several times, as if she were looking at some lovely rare magical creature.

The bright eyes made Maka a a little uncomfortable.

No way, he can't go to Ravenclaw tower now, because the bronze eagle is at the door!

Since he got the book of sin, he has never wandered there again. In this case, he has to ask other girls to help him send messages.

Fortunately, Luna doesn't contradict the feeling of being with him at all - or, she's already used to the existence of Maka. For her, Maka is her best friend!

Just because Luna doesn't have any concept of love at all, but she still feels more like "I feel at ease with him".

For such a pure and natural girl, Maka really likes it more and more. In Maka's memory, the touch of pale gold under the sunset is worth his careful care all his life.

But no matter how much he likes it in his heart, when it comes to his mouth, he can't do it, just pour it out.

"... well, I mean..."

Looking at Luna bouncing out of the tower, Maka scratched her head.

"Would you like to go out for a few days during the summer vacation?"

Luna's big silver gray eyes flickered and stared curiously at Maka's face, as if she thought the embarrassment in Maka's expression was very interesting.

"That sounds good..." in her soft and light voice, there was a constant drift. "It happened that miss Delacour invited me to France! I said, 'I want to ask Marca', and she agreed."

"Miss Delacour?"

This miss Delacour obviously doesn't mean little Gabriel. Needless to say, it's obviously hibiscus.

But

"... going to France?" Marca looked subtle. "It sounds... Really good..."

He felt that a lot of unnecessary things would happen - the latter half of the sentence was resolutely swallowed back by him, and then shrugged.

"Do you want to go?" he smiled and asked Luna, "and, Mr. shenofilius..."

"I haven't been to France yet! It's said that there are many 'mountain fairies' over there. Miss Delacour also said that we can go into busbarton castle to visit. There are many..."

Although Luna broke her hands, they were all magical creatures in a mess; But it can be seen that she is really interested in France.

In that case, is there any reason not to go?