Chapter 440

"... you mean there are really so many independent elves there? Really? Really?"

When Marka told Hermione about the situation on roynamit Island, three "true" popped out of her mouth, and her heartfelt excitement was immediately revealed.

There is no doubt that Hermione is a kind girl.

After knowing the abnormal situation of contemporary domestic elves, she often considers how to improve their unreasonable life.

No, even if it is very difficult, at least their working conditions should be made more reasonable - every worker has the right to the most basic salary and holidays!

However, these poor house elves have to understand this first. Otherwise, no matter how hard others try, they may not be able to achieve the best results.

Therefore, s.e.e.s (house elf spiritual liberation Association) came into being.

"There is indeed a large group on that island. As far as I have seen, there should be hundreds... No, I think there are probably more than that!"

Marca vaguely remembers that he "who knows?" Harry shrugged. "I only remember that her honey Duke candy jar was almost full last time..."

"Candy can? Zizi honey candy?" Ron said curiously.

Harry shook his head hard, turned his eyes and said, "no, it's a chocolate ball jar with strawberry cream - remember last Christmas? It's the extra value jar launched by the honey Duke..."

"Oh - Merlin's smelly socks!" Ron patted himself on the forehead.

"... but I have to remind you not to talk about salary with the elves. They help mankind because of their interest. If you don't want them to refuse to talk to you, you must remember their principles - I have deeply understood this when talking to them!"

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After dinner, Marka said goodbye to Hermione and went straight down the stairs to the school hospital on the second floor. He really wanted to know more about what happened to Joshua before.

"Benedictine Benedictine"

After he knocked politely and gently on the door of the school hospital, the door opened from the inside soon.

"McLean, I asked Mileva to inform you at noon. Why are you here now?" Mrs. Pomfrey said slightly discontentedly, "visiting patients at night is not conducive to their rest..."

"I've just come back soon," Marca said with an apologetic smile. "By the way, how's Miss Shane? Has Professor Snape's antidote been prepared?"

"It should be soon, probably in these two days!" Mrs. Pomfrey obviously knew these work things like the back of her hand, and she replied without thinking.

"Oh, really?" Maka nodded clearly. "Since that's the case, I'll have a look later..."

"Just think about it yourself! Aren't you going to see a doctor? Now, hurry in!" Mrs. Pomfrey said hurriedly, no longer caring what he said. "I'll give you fifteen minutes, and there won't be more than one second."

"Oh - please, can't you have more?" Marca spread her hands and bargained.

Mrs Pomfrey, however, did not like him. She took out a pocket watch, opened the cover and glanced at it. The action was simple and crisp.

"Are you sure you don't want to go in? There are 14 minutes and 49 seconds left..."

"Okay, okay! I see -"

Maka immediately raised her hands to show her surrender, and then walked helplessly to the ward.

The ward was as quiet as ever. Except Helen, who was still lying on the hospital bed separated by curtains, there was only Joshua with a stiff expression.

Of course, this is a ward after all. It's a good thing to have fewer people.

As Marca passed by Helen's hospital bed, he took a look at the curtain. Inside, Helen was still haggard in the quilt, her breath was weak, but it was still stable.

"Joshua?"

Maka came to another hospital bed not far away and shouted.

"Mike... Ryan..." Joshua, who was sleepy, suddenly opened his eyes, and then hurriedly turned over and sat up, "McLean! I... I have something... No, it's not me, it's Zoe... Zoe has something..."

"Don't be nervous. Just speak slowly." Maka sat down on the high footed stool next to the hospital bed and waved her hand casually. "And who's Zoe?"

"I'm the master..." Joshua said, suddenly again. "No, he's not my master anymore... Lenny, his name is Lenny - I met Zoe in his manor, a woman caught by Lenny."

"Lenny?"

Maka thought carefully and found that she had no special impression of the name. This sorcerer named Lenny should be a member of greenward's old party, but it was obvious that he had not been exposed in the public eye at the beginning.

"And then? Zoe... What happened to her?" Marca motioned him to continue.

"I... I wanted to get her out. I felt I could arouse my strength... But I seemed to lose control on the spot..." Joshua regretted. "I don't know what happened later, but Zoe must still be in the Manor! I think... I think..."

At last, the cowardly boy began to hesitate again. It was obvious that he didn't dare to say anything to please Marca casually.

Marca looked at him for a while, then smiled thoughtfully and asked coldly, "is that woman Zoe very beautiful?"

"Yes, I've never seen anything like her - Oh, no, not like this -" Joshua, who was full of slurry, was asked casually, and subconsciously told the truth from the bottom of his heart.

"All right," Marca reached out and motioned, "you want me to save her, don't you? Of course it's no problem, because I was going to go there, and it's no big deal to save her back. But I have to remind you that it's hard to say what's going on with her now. You have to be mentally prepared."

"Is it... Too late?" Joshua turned pale.

"It's not too late, I can't say. But since your old master will take her back and hasn't dealt with her immediately, it shows that it's still necessary to keep her alive." Marcello thought and quickly speculated on some possibilities, "Maybe it's the poor effect of mind taking, or maybe it's useful... In short, as long as the woman named Zoe is smart enough, it may be saved."

After Maka's casual analysis, Joshua's face finally looked better. He still had a great liking for Zoe, but judging from his character, it's hard to say how much this liking accounted for in his heart.

"That --"

"I'll be there as soon as I'm ready," Marca said. "But before that, you have to tell me the location of the manor and the defensive arrangement in the manor. Although the silent man under his hand doesn't pose a great threat to me, it's America after all, and it's inconvenient for me to make too much noise there."

That's right, but now the United States itself is chaotic enough, but there are not many more.

"OK, I'll..."

After Joshua had told him everything he knew, Maka thought secretly for a while.

To be honest, it is not difficult to formulate a targeted plan. The difficulty lies in taking into account the response that will be made by the magic Congress of the United States.

In their own position, we can find that sometimes the so-called "good" forces will inevitably have more scruples. Creation and maintenance are always more difficult than destruction.

Maka sat on the bench and thought for a moment before she continued to speak.

"... I generally understand what you said." he nodded. "I'll be there tonight and I'll be back tomorrow... In the meantime, just lie in bed and wait!"

At this point, Maka seemed to think of something and suddenly smiled.

"... you're Mrs. Pomfrey's patient now! No one dares to instruct you to do anything here," he joked, "including yourself!"

Then he got up, brushed off his robe and headed for the door of the ward.

Just at the moment before leaving the ward, his sleeve shook slightly inadvertently, and a small dark shadow fell quietly from the sleeve. In the twinkling of an eye, he disappeared into the hospital bed by the door and disappeared.

"... the time is quite accurate."

Just as Maka walked out naturally, Mrs. Pomfrey at the other end of the corridor opened her pocket watch again, glanced at the time and muttered a little.

Before the voice fell, with a "bang bang" sound, the torches in the corridor began to go out one by one - the lights out time of the school hospital was just around the corner.

Soon, in the darkening corridor, another oil lamp lit up. Mrs. Pomfrey gently took it off from the end of the corridor and carried it slowly towards her office.

Night has come again.