Chapter 447

"... what's your name?"

"Joshua Rockwell."

"Why don't you talk during this time?"

"I... I'm afraid of Miss Shane..."

"What do you know about the girl Helen Shane?"

"The master found her three years ago... She is different from us. She had this terrible power before she was brought to the monastery. She can control them without the help of branding, and she is stronger than us."

"... what else?"

"No, I don't know... Then she was taken to another place by her master..."

Under the action of vomit, Joshua couldn't keep silent at all. When Maka began to ask gradually, he responded sentence by sentence.

"So, did you see anything that night?" Marca continued.

"Yes," Joshua nodded immediately. "At first, I didn't find that it was Miss Shane lying behind the curtain. I had been sleeping in bed at Ms. Pomfrey's command that day. But at night, I was awakened by a noise - I saw a huge spider fighting with a black fog."

When he recalled the situation at that time, he still seemed a little frightened.

"At that time, I was thinking that the master must have sent someone to find me, and the master must have punished me again. But the big spider was very powerful, and its ability slowed down the speed of the black fog a lot..." Joshua said timidly, "but later, the volume of the black fog suddenly increased several times, and suddenly knocked the big spider out!"

At this point, he paused and his whole body trembled like chaff.

"I didn't dare to move at that time," he said in fear. "Then... Then the black fog suddenly rushed in front of me and gathered into Miss Shane... I think she must recognize me..."

Maka felt that no matter how scared she was, she should not shake into this virtue. Perhaps there is a specific experience behind Joshua's fear.

"Why are you so afraid of her? What has she done to you?" asked Marka suddenly.

"I... she..." Joshua seemed to want to clench his teeth, but made a giggle. "Miss Shane has killed my former companions... Several! She... She hates her master, and she hates us as well!"

"I can understand how much I hate that old man, but why does she hate you?" Marca wondered.

Joshua pursed his mouth and couldn't stop saying what he thought, which made him more nervous, and his breathing became hasty and messy.

"No... I don't know, I don't know..." he said intermittently.

"Well... What happened before she was taken to the monastery, do you know?" Marca shook her head slightly and had to ask another question.

"No, she never takes the initiative to talk to us, and we rarely talk to her."

It is one of the characteristics of the silent person that he can't communicate normally. Although Maka didn't intend to get too detailed information, she didn't get much from asking, which is a little too

"One last question," Marca thought a little, "do you know anything about Helen Shane's mission?"

"Nothing," Joshua replied. "The master first sent us to sneak into the Minos School of witchcraft and wizardry in Greece overnight, and then asked Miss Shane to pretend to be one of the students."

Maka nodded first, but then frowned slightly.

"It's not that you don't know, but that your master didn't give specific orders at all," he thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth to confirm.

"Yes," Joshua must have said.

"Did your master explain anything to Helen Shane in advance without your knowledge?"

Joshua shook his head decisively about Maka's natural guess.

"Impossible..." he explained. "Before that mission, Miss Shane had been carrying out her last mission. The mission was very sudden - the master urgently recalled her as soon as she came out of the study as usual. As soon as she returned to the monastery, we rushed to Greece."

Maka immediately noticed Joshua's saying "come out of the study as usual". He thought, maybe he was contacting greenward?

Just so, did greenward always communicate with the old man secretly when he was in newmengard? Does Dumbledore know about this?

After that, Maka continued to ask a few questions. After finding that there were no other valuable answers, she finally ended the conversation.

But he never thought that Maka would be happy to see such a benign misunderstanding. So when some students praised him for his effective treatment, he brazenly acquiesced.

"There's nothing wrong with it anyway, isn't it?" he thought to himself.

……

That night, after dinner time.

While sorting out his notes in the ward, he watched Luna finish the patient's meal that looked good. Finally, at the urging of Mrs. Pomfrey, he left the school hospital.

Today, it's the second meeting of the defense team. He will not ignore such activities that can bring more sufficient resistance to Hogwarts.

Although the growth of those little wizards must take time, if these fine hemp can be twisted into a rope, the strength they can bear can not be underestimated.

After all, the main opponents are Voldemort and greenward, but they won't attack by just two people. At that time, once Maka is against the strong enemy, the biggest threat will actually be a large number of black wizards!

When Marca came to the room, Harry, Hermione and Ron arrived first.

"Marca." Hermione immediately came forward and said a gentle Hello, "good evening."

Behind her, Harry and Ron, who were still looking at some books on defense against the dark arts on the bookshelf, also followed.

"How's it going? Are you all right?" Marca confirmed one by one. "I remember you were very close to that Helen. This time --"

"It's all right, of course it's all right," Hermione said, but shook her head slightly, "... No, how can it be all right? But... This time, thanks to Ron reminding me and Harry, we didn't waste too much time on it."

"Yes!" Harry hurried, "we don't know when we would be depressed without Ron! There's not enough time, but I --"

When Marca heard this, she looked at Ron subconsciously, but found that this guy was still just embarrassed.

"Don't say that! If I don't mention it, you'll figure it out soon." he said on Harry's shoulder. "I know you. You're not the kind of fool who will hold things in your heart and make yourself out of breath. To tell you the truth, only the former me would be like that..."

"Don't be shy, Ron," said Marca with a smile. "You did a good job! If your friends have problems, you should remind them as soon as possible - you made me feel real friendship!"

After a little pause, he thought again, "for this reason, I think I should give you some gifts."

"What are you talking about?" Ron hurried to Marca, just hesitated a little, and patted him on the shoulder. "Aren't you also our best friend?"

When Maka couldn't help feeling so moved, he said happily, "well, I said, man... What good thing do you want to give me?"

Looking at Ron's lively appearance, Marca seemed to see what he looked like when he first met him in the middle of the burrow. A large proportion of Weasley children are of this character.

It is obvious that Ron has indeed come out of the trough of his life. A lively nature similar to his father Arthur began to wake up from his bones.

"When I think about it," Marca shrugged, "maybe... A large automatic gold crucible is a good choice?"

"Hey!" Ron jumped up immediately. "Isn't that the gift I gave you before?"

But Harry poked him hard in the back of the waist.

"Gold crucible! It's gold crucible!" Harry reminded repeatedly. "It's not gold-plated, it's pure gold!"

"Pure - OH - Merlin's legs and belly!" Ron widened his eyes. "Really? Marca, are you serious?"

"What is true or false?"

When Ron was surprised and happy for a while, the door was opened again, and Neville, Ginny and other members of the Gryffindor court came in.

It was Fred and George who asked this sentence. The twins spoke almost at the same time, even their voices folded together.

"No! Nothing!" Ron shouted, waving his hands.

If the living brothers knew about the pure gold crucible, they would try their best to get it, and then they would not hesitate to replace it with funds for the study of their magic prank products.

"Come here! We don't have enough time. Those who arrive first immediately begin to show the results of your self-practice these days..."

Maka stopped talking nonsense and asked everyone to test their study of mending the spell one by one.