Chapter 446

"... Harry, Hermione, we can't be so depressed... Remember? We have a lot to do and we can't waste our time in such a place."

Ron, who once misunderstood Marca, understands the feeling of being deceived. But the more he understood, the more he understood that this inner entanglement was not helpful to himself.

Without Maka, he would be the most angry one now.

But now he vaguely knows that instead of filling his heart with remorse or even doubts about friendship, he might as well focus his energy on other more important places.

If they have enough strength to prevent the crisis, they must have more margin in the face of this situation.

With the help of Marca, he saw his mediocre talent. In order not to be left behind by Harry and Hermione, he must work harder.

It was this vigilance that made him cheer up at this moment.

Under Ron's rare reminder, Hermione and Harry couldn't help looking at each other. They found that they had been blocked by the gloom in their hearts and became immersed in their own world.

"Oh -" said Hermione with some annoyance. "I think you're right, Ron."

Harry suddenly bent over and turned over his schoolbag after he woke up a little.

"Thank you, Ron," he said gratefully as he turned over. "If you don't say it, I almost can't remember - we have to continue to study the spell information Marca sent us last time as soon as possible."

Their extra defense against the dark arts class had only been taught once, but it contained enough content for them to practice for a long time. As Ron said, now they really don't have so much time to think about anything else.

Especially after witnessing another dangerous arrival, their desire to try to enhance their strength became stronger and stronger.

Soon, they completely got rid of their worries and focused on the heavy repair of the spell.

……

To be honest, Marca should have had a lot to do.

He is going to convey the news of the death of the girl named Zoe, and try to sort out a clue about the previous events. Of course, he has to make some preparations for going to the secret island of Roy Na again. He should even find a more suitable place for the children he sent to Hogwarts.

Obviously, there are many heinous things, but he doesn't dare to leave easily at the moment.

To this end, he had to write a letter first and send it to Dorset County on the English Channel. The scarmands live there now, and Zoe's grandmother should also be there to visit her relatives.

This letter is undoubtedly very heavy. In fact, the best way to convey it is for him to go there and say it face to face.

But the current situation does not allow Maka to go out casually. However, he had to hope that Zoe's relatives could be a little considerate.

As for the children rescued from the dungeon, they can also ask the people of the order of the Phoenix to help settle them. Even if it were not for him, the children might be a little anxious, but I believe that once they settle down, they should be all right.

So now, while accompanying Luna, Maka is wondering how to write the letter to make it less abrupt.

After all, the letter must have been sent to Mr. newt scarmand. That is a highly respected wizard in the field of magical creatures. He should speak more carefully in terms of emotion and reason.

When he was hesitating with a quill, Luna, leaning on the hospital bed as usual, suddenly recovered, and her eyes unconsciously fell on the bed in the corner of the ward.

There lay Joshua, who was quietly curled up in the quilt without moving.

He didn't dare to speak. After the previous syncope, he became more silent. Not only did he not speak, but even when others asked him, he never responded. It was like wrapping his heart with a hard shell.

Maka also said a few words to him, trying to get some information about that night from him. After all, he was the only one in the ward that night except Helen Shane and the eight eyed giant spider.

But except for the most basic food, drink and Lazar, this guy can only lie in the hospital bed and load the body. Now there are many students in the school hospital. Even Maka can't get information by taking God and chanting mantra in this case.

Of course, the art of taking God and mind can't be used. Maka naturally has truth spitting agent to use. Maka is going to "cut some material" in the water he drinks after writing this letter and solving the news for Zoe.

But before that, Luna seemed to have some interest in Joshua.

"... Maka?"

After looking at Joshua's bulging quilt for a while, she opened her mouth gently.

"What's the matter?" Maka immediately withdrew her attention from the letter paper that had just written the beginning format and looked at Luna on the hospital bed. "Do you want some afternoon tea?"

Luna shook her head slightly and motioned over there with her scallion fingers.

"He looks very painful..." she said softly. "If you just immerse yourself in pain, you usually ignore more beauty, don't you?"

"Really?" Maka followed her eyes. "I think you're right. His heart should be very painful."

After all, it is a silent person, and pain and depression are the source of their strange power. Without this unspeakable depression, they would not be silent.

"Maka, do you know Thestrals?" Luna's topic suddenly began to jump again. She asked vaguely, "that's an interesting creature."

"Well," said Maka nodding, "only when you have witnessed and understood the dead can you see them... They fly very fast and have an amazing sense of direction."

"However, some people think that seeing them is an unknown symbol, saying that they will bring disaster." Luna blinked, some disapproved and said, "so many people don't like to see them. Even if they see them, they don't dare to approach, but hurried away."

"Yes..."

Maka doesn't know why Luna suddenly mentioned Thestrals. All he knew was that the girl often did this, and she always talked like a wild horse without a trace.

But when Maka was about to continue on the topic of Thestrals, he seemed to realize something and put his eyes back to Joshua again.

To be honest, isn't the existence of the silent one similar to the Vernon?

Everyone has disgust and fear for them, thinking that they will cause trouble and cause unnecessary losses. But all this has nothing to do with them.

Thestrals are just a kind of special magical creatures, and the silent ones are just a kind of special wizards.

The special feature of Thestrals is their characteristics. Once linked with death, people will always feel uneasy and instinctively avoid it.

As for the silent, they are even more unfortunate.

Originally, they were all children with magical potential. If their talents were not suppressed, they would all become real wizards and embark on their own magical journey.

Centuries ago, when wizards were still mixed in the Muggle world, Muggles with a huge base persecuted them by all means because they were afraid of the power of wizards. Several large-scale witch trials have popularized this concept of hostility to Witches on a large scale.

The dark age of witches everywhere became the period with the largest number of silent people.

But at least now, with wizards and Muggles living separately, the probability of silence has been greatly reduced. Over time, even this word has been forgotten by most wizards.

There is no doubt that every one of the silent people who are forcibly "made" in this era is the most unfortunate.

Thinking of this, Maka also understood what Luna wanted to express.

Silent people with pain and not understood by others need everyone to convey goodwill. There is nothing wrong with them, only the people who made them like this.

Now Joshua in the ward is like this, and Helen Shane, who lurks in Hogwarts and hurts again, is probably like this.

Similar to Joshua, whose tragic past is hidden in his heart, Helen Shane's reasons for making such attacks will probably make people sigh.

Of course, it's hard to know why she did it.

"No," Marca thought, but said secretly, "maybe Joshua knows."

Although Helen is dead and the old wizard, one of the culprits, has been blown into a shower of blood, most of the other silent people are still alive!

It's no use even knowing it, but maybe we can get some clues about greenward from it?

Maka nodded silently in her heart and remembered the problem.

At this time, seeing that Luna opened the latest issue of singing the opposite tune and turned her attention to the magazine, he clenched the quill pen again and stared at the blank stationery.

While he was frowning and thinking and writing, the faint sunshine was covered by the clouds in the distance. Before long, snowflakes filled the world outside the window again.

Most of the students in the ward put their eyes outside and quietly enjoyed the white dancing all over the sky.

"... it's almost Christmas?" someone suddenly said.

Suddenly, in the quiet discussion of a group of eagles, the gradually enriched festival atmosphere diluted the coldness in the ward, and a warm feeling came from everyone's heart.