"No, it doesn't make any sense --"
"Why doesn't it make sense?"
"My parents can't be together again, let alone have another child? You don't understand, my bastard father... He always hates children, and he has long been not interested in my mother..."
In the potion preparation room, Maka sat on the hospital bed leaning against the wall. Her forehead was full of sweat, but her face was very calm.
On the contrary, Snape, who was always gloomy on weekdays, looked quite upset.
"Now, how can a sister suddenly appear? There must be a problem... I remember Kingsley mentioned that the woman was suspicious."
"So, when did your parents leave?" Marca said calmly.
Snape frowned and sighed, "I know what you mean... Yes, it's not impossible to just look at the time... Before that bastard Muggle left, it also meant the past America..."
"So after your father left, your mother went after him... Didn't she?" Marca continued.
"It's a waste of time to catch up with the past. That guy... Doesn't like people or things related to magic at all..." snape said dully, "no, he doesn't like anything very much. He's always a boring guy."
"Anyway... I suggest you take a look at that picture." Maka looked up, her voice was very low, but unexpectedly firm. "At least what I saw was a pair of partners smiling at each other."
"Smile?"
Snape clenched his hand a little, but as if he had found his mood, he immediately loosened it.
"... how could it be? I've never seen him laugh."
He dropped such a sentence, then suddenly turned around and strode towards the crucible. The walking posture was as stormy as before, and there was a great momentum to forget all your troubles.
But if you look carefully, you will find that his pace is not as accurate as measured at ordinary times.
Maka didn't say anything more, not only because he understood that what he should say and do had been completed. Next, it depends on Snape's choice.
Anyway, at least Maka knows - even if there is only one relative, it is much better than none.
After that, neither of them said anything more. As time passed slowly, the "coo coo" sound in the crucible gradually calmed down.
"McLean, drink it... McLean?"
When Snape called for the third time, Marca's eyes moved as if she had just heard it.
"Well..." he said hoarsely, "give me a hand."
"Can you swallow it yourself?" snape pulled him up and looked at him.
"It's all right... Just lying too long... My body is numb..."
Marca said vaguely and moved her eyes, but the pupil was clear and there was no focus.
"Don't talk nonsense at this time." snape readily blocked his raised hand, and then directly put the test tube containing the liquid medicine to his mouth.
After the liquid medicine was poured into Maka's mouth, Snape cleaned up the test-bed, and then walked quickly to the door of the potion preparation room.
But when he came to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
"When the medicine works, you can sleep... Then..." snape thought, "well, by the way... Before I come here, Dumbledore asked me to bring you a word."
"Dumbledore? What are you talking about?" Marca whispered with drooping eyelids.
"He said he would give you something... Of course, now... You have to wait until you recover."
Before the words fell, Snape stopped and turned around and left.
In fact, it's only a few hours before dawn. When the efficacy gradually rose and Maka felt a burst of fever, he finally loosened his tense nerves and soon fell asleep
At noon the next day, Maka woke up from her hospital bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he glimpsed a man sitting on the edge of the bed.
"... Lena?"
Lena, sitting on the edge of the bed, immediately stood up.
"Good afternoon, Mr. McLean," she said quietly.
"Yes."
Maka covered her forehead and rubbed her temples. She was trying to support her heavy body, but her arms bent soft. Lena quickly held him.
"Thank you."
Lena shook her head gently.
"Are you better?" she asked suddenly. "How long will it take to recover?"
The sister of the werewolf sisters generally doesn't take the initiative to ask questions. Although her behavior is very gentle, most of them don't ask the same question continuously like this under the habit of keeping a distance from others.
But today she seems to have some subtle changes.
"Well, it's all right, but it consumed too much energy yesterday..." Maka leaned against the pillow and looked at her suspiciously. "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
"Lenny, I don't want anything to happen to you."
Is that true?
Lena, the sister, put all her heart on that crazy girl like sister. Everything my sister expects will become the direction and driving force in her life.
"By the way, where's Miss TIA?" Marca suddenly remembered her conversation with Snape last night.
"Miss TIA is over there in the greenhouse, watering the liquid grass."
"Oh, it's almost the full moon again..." Maka nodded. "So... Has Snape ever looked for her?"
"No."
Hearing Lena's answer, Maka couldn't help sighing.
……
At about the same time, the North Tower of Hogwarts castle.
The divination classroom is at the top of the tower. If you have to say anything, it's more like an attic without windows.
In fact, there are windows in the divination classroom, but Trelawney, a divination Professor, always likes to stuff the windows with thick curtains so that she can't even get in the slightest light.
The lighting inside basically depends on candles.
Although doing so, this classroom does have a mysterious feeling, and it is very warm in winter. But in summer, it's like a big oven.
In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron sat together, bored looking through Harry's diary.
They jokingly call this kind of diary "dream diary" because there are all records of their dreams. This is actually one of the assignments in divination class, but... Not everyone can remember every dream clearly!
More than half of the diary was worked out by the two of them together. Just write more about death and disaster. In short, it's about bad things.
Professor Trelawney likes that tone.
To tell you the truth, this course is really a little unknown. They thought so from the beginning.
"You say, what happened to Marca this time? It's only been a day's class, and he's gone again..." Ron whispered as he leaned over Harry and looked at his diary.
"Well... He's too busy," Harry shook his head. "If only we could help him..."
"Who said no?" Ron agreed.
Just then, there was a soft "creak" in their ears. They turned their heads at the same time, but Umbridge came up from the trap door on the floor.
"Oh, that old woman again!" Ron complained in his lowest voice.
"At least she hasn't been to the ancient magic class since Marca's first class," said Harry, grinning gently.
Not to mention that they were muttering to each other. When Umbridge got out of the trap door, the laughing little wizards immediately fell silent.
Perhaps it was because the voice in the classroom suddenly dropped. Behind the desk full of all kinds of divination props, Professor Trelawney popped out his head,.
"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Umbridge said with a smile. "Are you ready to solve my last question?"
"OK..."
Professor Trelawney nodded with a wooden face, just perfunctory, and then retracted his head again.
Umbridge didn't care. She grabbed the armchair nearest to her, dragged it to the front of the classroom and put it beside the desk.
There were so many things around the desk that she simply pushed some away with her feet before she sat down.
"Well... Isn't it a little boring?"
Umbridge paused. She put aside a fancy bag in her hand, then took out her wand and flicked at the heavy curtain.
For a moment, the curtains were suddenly separated, and the dazzling sun shone straight in, making everyone squint.
Having done this, the ummri wizard picked up her beloved bag, took out a tablet from it, and waited for the arrival of the class bell with his chin raised contentedly.
Professor Trelawney laid the quilt heavily on the table, and even the divination props piled on the desk trembled slightly.
She pulled her shawl with her trembling hands and glanced at Umbridge through her eyes as thick as the bottom of a crucible.
"What's the matter, Professor Trelawney?"
Umbridge's sweet and greasy smile made Trelawney feel uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and still didn't answer. She just didn't look at the little wizards in the classroom.
"Jingling bell -"
The class bell finally rang.
"Today, we'll continue to learn predictive 'dreams'," Professor Trelawney said in her usual erratic tone, but her deliberate look was even more stupid without the dark atmosphere in the classroom.
"... then, please divide into two groups and interpret each other's recent dream information with the help of the dream interpretation guide."
When she had finished speaking, Trelawney just wanted to sit down and suddenly realized that if she had nothing to do here now, Umbridge would come up and pester her.
So she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the desk and walked towards the students.
"Come on, think of a dream!" Harry hurriedly urged Ron.