Chapter 431

"Ron, are you out?"

Harry, who was worried about autumn's "look back and smile", was awakened by Ron's vague voice. He patted Ron on the shoulder in surprise.

"Hey -" said Ron, munching on the delicious sausage with a little dissatisfaction. "Don't make me look like I've just come back from Azkaban. That's too exaggerated!"

"Oh... Come on!" said Harry happily. "You're well, whether he's Azkaban or the school hospital!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey heard it and will fill you with several bottles of magic medicine!" said Ron, trembling like fear. "Seriously, I don't want to go there any more! None of the magic medicine there can be drunk."

"Really?" Harry thought. "By the way, why didn't you go straight back to your bedroom after you came out? I was wondering if you would leave the hospital this morning!"

"Don't mention it!" Ron swallowed the sausage in his mouth and said bitterly, "although the food in the school hospital is not bad, it's the same three times a day. Anyone who eats too much will be bored... Now I just want to eat something different! I'm crazy!"

"Ha! That sounds --"

Harry was trying to tease Ron, but Hermione's voice interrupted the conversation between him and Ron.

"Stop talking about those useless things! Come and have a look at this!"

When they looked back at the speech, they saw a large Daily Prophet blocking Hermione's upper body, so that people couldn't see her expression. But judging by her tone, I'm afraid she doesn't look well now.

"Sirius -" Hermione said hastily, "is Sirius in the United States? I remember correctly, right?"

"You remember correctly," Harry heard the name, ran around Ron and grabbed the newspaper. "What's the matter with America? What happened?"

Harry made a mistake because it was about Sirius's situation. At the sound of "crash", the newspaper was immediately torn into two parts. He and Hermione each held half of them in their hands.

"... a large number of unknown attackers suddenly appeared in the United States, and the magic world and the Muggle world suffered many unorganized attacks at the same time. The U.S. Department of magic announced the opening of the level II wartime emergency plan, and some areas may be upgraded according to the situation. Cora Smith, a reporter in the magic world in the United States, reports urgently for you."

"Wartime?" Ron said with wide eyes. "When was the last time the wartime plan was opened? During the first wizard war?"

"This... I... we have to tell Marca at once!" Harry hurriedly said. "It sounds too bad!"

"I think you're right..." Hermione also stood up, brushed past Ron and walked quickly to the side corridor. "Incidentally, the emergency plan was put forward at the international wizard Council after the first wizard war, and the classification was after it was passed - before that, there was no such word in the magic world!"

Harry followed Hermione to the other side. Ron blinked and reached for the last sausage on the plate. Then he hurriedly turned and ran after it.

"I've really studied the history of magic this time. It must not have said this," he said to himself innocently as he trotted forward.

……

"Bang bang -"

The three of Hermione kicked and ran through the stairs and corridors, panting to Marca's office door. But before she knocked more, the door opened itself.

"Oh -- Maka! Maka, look at this --" Hermione whispered. "Something's wrong in America!"

"What's the matter?"

Maka, who was talking to a book behind the desk, stopped. He put the book on the desk, got up and appeared in front of the three of them.

"Something's wrong in America -" Hermione said as she handed the half of the newspaper with the relevant report to Maka.

"Huh?"

Maka caught a glimpse of the picture of the overseas report. In the picture, a large black fog with sparks in the center bombarded a pile of Muggle buildings in groups, causing a large area of buildings to collapse.

After skimming over the content of the report, his face was more dignified.

"No normal person would have planned such a stupid thing," Marca frowned. "Unless it's a complete madman."

Just look at the range of the photo, the number of black fog obviously exceeds 100 people, and this is definitely only a part of it. In Maka's heart, it is clear that each black fog like a black meteor represents a silent person.

He also imagined that perhaps the number of silent people would not be less, but he did not expect that there would be so many. It can be seen that the remaining members of greenward have been busy over the years.

"I'll go to Sirius now, and at least bring him back without saying anything else." Marca said she was about to go out, but Harry grabbed her robe, "... What's the matter? You're going too?"

"Harry? Have you thought about it, we -" Hermione immediately stared at Harry.

"No!" Harry interrupted loudly. "I know that with our strength, the past can only make trouble for Marca! I just want to say, be careful, Marca... It seems very dangerous."

"If I have to say something, I think you are more dangerous." Marca whispered, but didn't say it.

He just nodded, and after Harrison opened his hand, he strode outside the office door.

"Sorry, Harry," Hermione said shyly, "I thought you --"

"It's all right," Harry shook his head. "Actually, I really want to go with Marca, but... I think you feel the same?"

"I'm going to practice," Ron stuffed the last piece of sausage on the fork into his mouth, and then suddenly walked towards the corridor outside the door. "I'm a bit worse than you. I'm not strong enough..."

"I'll go too!" Harry ran after him.

Behind them, Hermione stood in the middle of Marca's office, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In a moment, she opened her eyes and looked around the office. Her heart seemed a little more heavy.

Just now, it was clear that she wanted to go to America with Marca in her heart, but when Harry seemed to say it first, she subconsciously tried to veto it.

Yes, her Hermione Granger has always been rational, but she doesn't want to be so all the time. She knew that sometimes it was necessary to be impulsive, otherwise she wouldn't always be half worse than Harry in actual combat.

In ordinary non emergency situations, her reason will be of great use; But in an emergency, when her brain can't think carefully, this advantage will dramatically turn into a fatal defect.

That's what Maka said to her after training last night. She thought Maka was right. But this kind of thing can't be changed. Just now she had this situation again.

Of course, as far as the situation just now is concerned, this is not a wrong judgment. Hermione just wondered whether she could make a decisive and correct choice one day when she had to face a crisis.

"... I'm afraid you'll hesitate?" Hermione sighed a little sadly.

……

On the other side, Maka quickly skimmed over the lawn in front of the castle, untied the defensive spell on the main gate of the school, and came to the raceway outside the door. But before he got into the bushes by the road as usual and left with the help of the door key, he looked back.

"Although it should only be a short time to leave, the specific situation there is still unknown. For the sake of insurance, I'd better leave something first!"

Before the words fell, he saw a burst of silver fog all over his body. In the twinkling of an eye, he turned into a huge Silver Eagle, separated from his body, spread his wings and flew towards the castle, leaving a long light band in the air.

It takes a lot of magic to maintain the existence of the patron saint from a long distance. But anyway, he didn't want more disasters at Hogwarts.

If you leave the patron saint, unless Voldemort or greenward comes in person, you can drag it a little.

Physical manipulation of the patron saint mantra is a high-level usage he inadvertently created, while the long-distance use of the patron saint mantra is a research achievement of Dumbledore. Dumbledore taught this usage to some members of the order of the Phoenix, and Marca was certainly among them.

"Although the eagle is really more handsome than the badger, it's still a little embarrassing..."

Maka shook her head, turned and stepped into the bushes. With the distortion of space, when he reappeared, he had crossed the whole sea area and came to New York and the Hudson River on the other side of the ocean.

As soon as her eyes became clear, Maka knew that her worry had come true - the riverside cabin had turned into ruins.

He quickly waved the wand in his hand, and a wave of magic shook. Everything in the ruins was reflected in his mind along with the detection of the magic spell.

No magic wave, no signs of life, no eight eyed giant spider, no body left, and even no blood was found.

It seems that Sirius and the sisters should have left safely, otherwise, there would be no magic left.

"Where will they go..." Marca frowned slightly and thought to herself, "Jackson Square? Now all you can think of is that side. After all, those children are there, which Abigail knows..."

After a little thought, he immediately put on the magic spell, stepped on the magic book, jumped up in the air, and left quickly towards the entrance of Jackson Trade Square. Behind him, a gust of wind quietly swept over the ruins of the house, and the fragments of several newspapers flew away to the glittering river.