Chapter 761

"... 'that's all'?"

Outside the teacher's rest room, Maka gently repeated this sentence, which came out faintly behind her, as if she were chewing the taste.

After a while, as if he had confirmed something, he nodded slightly with his back to the door of the lounge.

In that conversation just now, Professor bins almost didn't say anything. But in the process of old bins constantly denying Maka's words, Maka still felt something even if his expression was flawless.

No, to be exact, it was old bins who was implying something to Maka.

Even after Maka walked out of the lounge, the ghost professor's last self-talk may also be trying to tell Maka something——

"Something did happen, but please don't ask me, because I'm just a professor of magic history."

Such a sentence passed through Maka's mind. Although it was only his speculation, he thought so. What Professor bins wants to convey to Marca through strong negation may be such a general meaning.

Even, Professor bins is more likely to be telling Marca not to try to pursue some mysteries of the past.

Seriously, Maka doesn't want to investigate those old things. Now he is no longer the one who just came into contact with the magical world!

Unfortunately, when he first found himself in the Bureau, it was already late.

"Professor McGonagall."

Put aside her thoughts for the time being, Maka turned her head and smiled at Mileva McGonagall, who had been waiting on the porch at the beginning.

"Well," MEG nodded slightly, "can I help you?"

Although she only came to have a look after hearing the news, there was no doubt that she had listened to the conversation between Marca and old bins in the faculty lounge just now.

Eavesdropping is not McGonagall's original intention, but with her wisdom, it is no problem to find something in it.

"Oh, no..." Marca smiled. "I don't think so for the time being - Professor McGonagall, you are busy enough to teach and deal with the principal's affairs. I'll find a way to deal with some troubles..."

Professor McGonagall stared into Marca's eyes for a moment, and finally reached out and patted her on the arm.

"Try not to pile all your troubles on your shoulders. Remember, there are many people around you." she was saying, and suddenly showed a light smile. "Of course, I'm included - you know, I'm probably very busy, but it's still no problem to give a hand to my students."

"... OK."

Maka sincerely owed to Professor McGonagall. After that, the two sides tacitly didn't mention what had just happened, but went straight to the auditorium.

……

At the same time, in the auditorium.

Hermione and the rest of them were still sitting together at the Gryffindor table, eating lunch and chatting casually.

Next to Hermione's dinner plate, a thick notebook was spread out as usual for three purposes: dining, chatting and reading.

Seriously, Marca can't do that. This is one of the things she's better than Marca.

"... hey, I said, you know?" Ron whispered suddenly at the table. "That guy Malfoy seems to have gone home again!"

"The whole school knows about his disappearance."

Harry shrugged and then stuffed a spoonful of pudding into his mouth. Hermione's attitude across the table was even more straightforward. She just hummed casually, very frankly indicating that she was not interested in it.

"Hello!" said Ron helplessly. "Can you give me more reaction? Don't you want to know what's behind it - I mean, about Marca?"

"Marca?" Hermione looked up at the speech. "Didn't he go to Malfoy's house with Snape for a home visit?"

"Yes!" said Harry, wondering, "is there any other reason?"

"Oh! Come on!" Ron spread his hands. "You're just not interested in Malfoy at all, otherwise you won't find Professor McGonagall's notice is just a cover?"

"No," Hermione retorted immediately, "according to the Malfoy family, he is really likely to be depressed. Ron, do you think you would be better if Malfoy happened to yourself?"

"Well... That can't be said," Ron pursed his mouth and hesitated before he had to nod. "Well, you do have a point, but -"

"But what?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Ron saw that she seemed to have the trend of blowing hair again. He couldn't help leaning back his upper body, and then reached out and patted Alexander sitting next to him.

"Man, I think you'd better say it!" he said, pointing to the innocent Alexander Avenue. "Although you're right, Hermione! But this time I'm not guessing - he told me."

"It was you who had to talk to me about that 'Annoying Malfoy' that I didn't notice!" Alexander waved his hand again and again. "I also heard it from Ernst. There were only a few words, really!"

"What's going on?" Harry said curiously. "Now that you've slipped your tongue, you might as well say it again!"

Because it was about Maka, Hermione soon threw attention to Alexander.

"Ah... OK!" Alexander looked embarrassed, but continued. "By the way, you should know about erns leaving school?"

"Ernst Taron, the Hufflepuff one, isn't it?" Hermione nodded. "Because of him, Hufflepuff college has been deducted a full 15 points! This is also a big score for Professor McGonagall, who has always been strict!"

"Well," Alexander followed, "in fact, he seemed to chase Malfoy - then he encountered some dangers, and finally Professor McLean rescued him! And the professor himself stayed there to deal with some emergencies..."

"Oh!" Hermione said with mixed feelings, "Maka is in a place we don't know..."

"And then?"

Harry actually felt the same for Hermione, so he asked for Hermione.

"Then..." Alexander blinked. "Enns came back for help... That's it. Really, I said at the beginning, I don't know much! Enns doesn't like to be wordy."

"Really?"

Hermione looked at Alexander and thought there must be something hidden, but she couldn't force a first-year primary school brother for personal reasons.

"Yes..." Alexander paused, but shook his head hesitantly. "Well! In fact, Ernst said something, which he told me after I pressed him repeatedly... But I'm sorry! I promised him that I couldn't tell anyone about those things."

"Hey, are we 'others'?"

Ron immediately put a smile on Alexander's shoulder, but Hermione immediately stared at Ron before Alexander continued to worry.

"Don't do that!" she scolded severely. "Alexander didn't break his agreement with his friends. It was the right choice. We asked too much!"

After hearing this, Alexander could not help apologizing to Hermione: "I'm sorry, thank you!"

"It's all right," Hermione thought. "In fact, you can understand a lot just by your words - Malfoy may have a problem, and so does Marca, who saved Ernst."

"... I just don't know if the two things are actually the same thing." Harry took over the conversation. After thinking about it, he couldn't help guessing, "do you think it has something to do with that?"

"Which one?" Ron wondered. "The big stone that appeared in front of the castle at night?"

"Anyone can guess that," Harry shook his head. "I'm saying 'that' - diary and golden crown!"

Because Alexander was nearby and there were many other students around, Harry could only remind him in a roundabout way.

In fact, what he wanted to say was Voldemort's Horcrux.

"Oh, no -" Ron thought for a moment, followed by the sidewalk. "I don't think so... Harry, remember? We mentioned that we were looking for 'that' in front of Marca that night, but Marca just jumped over it, as if she didn't care if we were going to find it..."

But before he finished, Hermione's eyes quickly turned around between him and Harry.

"'that night '?" she asked grimly. "Which night? You and Marca talked about the soul - I mean,' that '? Why do I know nothing about it?"

Harry and Ron were stunned. They secretly exchanged eyes and waved their hands at the same time.

"Hermione, calm down first!" Ron understood that he had just said something he shouldn't have said carelessly. "We just ran into Marca one night when we went to the kitchen... You know, Fred and George advised us before graduation, saying 'don't regret your school career'..."

If Hermione knew that when Marca went to the library to comfort herself, Harry and Ron would listen at the door... Oh! Merlin's back of the head, Hermione will kill them both!

"Really?"

Hermione still looked at them hesitantly, but soon she looked back at Ravenclaw's long table as if she had thought of something.

In the familiar seat, Luna was knocking next to the plate, and her long blond hair was directly covered on a plate of peas and roast beef.

"... why is she sleeping again?"