Chapter 839

Needless to say, needless to say.

When a girl blurted out the word "stomachache" with red cheeks, her meaning was ready to come out.

"Why did I ignore this stubble?"

The idea flashed through his mind. In addition to some embarrassment, he regretted more in his heart.

Let a young girl personally introduce to the boy the "good friend" she always meets every month... I believe Hermione's embarrassment is much stronger than his side.

"That's enough," said Marca, raising her hand. "Don't force yourself to go on."

Hermione watched Maka's expression change again and again, but how could she understand Maka's thoughts at this time? She was suddenly interrupted by Maka, but soon closed her mouth and shook her head.

"However, in order to avoid misunderstanding, I think I'd better make it clear... Including Harry and them, I'll tell them not to hide things later..."

"Well, that's good... Good..." Marca said immediately before she finished, "but you don't have to say it this time, because -"

"How can I not say!"

Hermione saw that Marca was abnormal. She suddenly looked at his face seriously. Instead, she wondered if there was something wrong with Marca.

However, she couldn't see anything.

"In short, there can be no exceptions, including... Well, the same is true, including you."

Yes, Hermione has a point - Marca does think so now. It's just the truth. Some things are not easy to open even when facing friends, aren't they?

"Listen to me --"

In fact, Maka doesn't want to talk about this level of personal privacy with Hermione - now he knows it, but Hermione seems to have a little misunderstanding.

"Hermione," Marca said cautiously, raising her hands to signal her not to speak. "In fact, I already understand your trouble... You have a stomachache, and you have stomachache every month, just like other girls. I actually... Er, I know something about it, but I don't usually notice it."

Every time Marca said a word, Hermione's face became more red. At last, it looked like the shell of a fire crab.

To tell the truth, Hermione couldn't help finding that her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter just listening to Maka. If she had said it by herself just now, she would have found a seam to drill in before she explained it clearly, right?

On Marca's side, he was only halfway there. Somehow he felt some inexplicable apology.

"So... Sorry, I should be more careful on weekdays."

Unfortunately, his "sorry" was in vain, because Hermione's head was full of the words "stomachache every month", which could not contain more content.

"It doesn't hurt every month..."

After a while, she murmured softly in a voice she could only hear.

……

As long as both sides sincerely want to communicate, sometimes misunderstandings may not be so difficult to solve.

After the two finally made it clear to each other, Marca took Hermione to the portrait of the fat lady and watched her walk safely into the common room of Gryffindor college.

"Oh, that's right!" Hermione suddenly looked back before entering. "Thank you for taking me to see the moon crazy beast dance. It was an unforgettable experience."

As the portrait slowly closed the door, Maka began to hesitate whether to return to Slughorn's ball.

In terms of time, it hasn't been too long. But after a long toss just now, he is more inclined to continue his research on magic than dancing.

"Professor McLean, what's the matter? Do you want to go in too?" the fat lady in the picture looked down at Marca with a goblet and raised the cup in her hand. "If you want to go in, please say the password first."

Although the fat lady has always been a little out of tune, she also likes vanity. But she is still very reliable in her duties as a "common room gatekeeper".

Anyone who wants to pass her portrait has to give a password, even the professor of Hogwarts.

"Oh, no -" Marca leaned over to her. "I'm just thinking about something. I'm ready to go... Have a good dream!"

Looking at Maka's back as she turned away, the fat lady gently lifted her face with her left hand without a cup, and whispered with her oily aria:

"Oh - he's such a graceful and polite young gentleman!"

An old wizard in the opposite picture frame saw this. Even if he skillfully blocked his ears, he looked numbly into the distance.

……

As Maka expected, Slughorn's personal dance was still going on. Before Maka opened the door, just standing outside the door, she could hear the light dance music coming out of it.

It seems that the fast-paced track has arrived by now.

He pushed the front door slightly open, and then walked in sideways.

Perhaps the previous dance made everyone find a chat object. Most people didn't pay attention to the door. Maka's return was basically undetected.

Of course, Harry and others are certainly not included here - they are quite worried about Hermione's departure. Just out of their trust in Marca, they leave everything to Marca.

Harry and Ginny looked up as soon as they noticed something moving beyond the gate.

"Don't worry, Hermione is fine, but she's not feeling well." Marca knew what they were worried about at a glance, so as soon as she came to them, she whispered, "as long as you have a rest - she asked me to tell you that I'll see you tomorrow morning!"

"Uncomfortable?" Ginny asked with concern. "Are you sick? Or -"

Maka shook her head and pointed down her belly.

"Not sick."

When Ginny turned her head knowingly, Maka also sat down at the table, pulled a plate of cream shortbread and ate it casually.

"Where are Luna and Ron?" he asked vaguely as he ate. "Where have they gone?"

To say, the most popular one at the ball tonight is undoubtedly the vampire man named "Xueni".

Vampires have white skin because of their blood, and they are often ugly. In addition, Xueni always looked like he didn't wake up and his black eyes added a decadent beauty to him.

Young girls of today's age probably like this model - at least the "previous generation of sunshine idols" like Lockhart have been somewhat declining recently.

It's just that vampire Xueni will be popular with girls. It's nothing to make a fuss about. What Marca didn't expect is

"Oh, Luna's eating right there! Professor Slughorn prepared a lot of snacks today. She said she wanted to try everything," said Harry, shrugging again. "As for Ron -"

He and Ginny pointed to a corner at the same time, with a strange smile on their faces.

Maka turned her head and soon showed a similar smile.

"This... Not bad! Very good!"

But Ron was dancing fast with a slightly chubby girl. Both of them were obviously unfamiliar with the dance steps. Either you stepped on me or I stepped on you.

If you listen carefully, you can still find that the fast-paced dance music is mixed with their frequent pain.

"Just... Most of them will go to the school hospital after this dance?" Marcello said in a wordless way.

"Who says not?" Harry shrugged and suddenly couldn't help laughing. "Ha ha... Anyway, Ron seems to have found a good girl for him!"

"Who's that girl?" Marca couldn't help asking, "which college?"

Harry shook his head when he saw Marca asking Ron's partner. It seemed that he didn't know. Fortunately, Ginny is here. Looking at her expression, I should know some information.

"That girl is in the third grade this year and belongs to Ravenclaw," she recalled. "I don't know her name. I only remember that she was introverted several times when I saw her - I didn't expect to be so open tonight."

In fact, it is Hermione's credit that Ron can meet the Ravenclaw girl.

If she hadn't asked Ron to find a partner himself, Ron wouldn't have the cheek to take the initiative to invite other girls, not to mention the "painful and happy" dance time like now.

"Well," said Marca, listening to Ginny's account and stuffing a pretzel into her mouth, "that sounds good. They can develop themselves."

As he was saying this, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming this way from the corner of his eye, and waved his hand reluctantly.

"I'm afraid I have to stay in another place, so I won't disturb you!"

After that, he got up and took another crispy cake before he left - it had a strong creamy taste, and it was really good for dessert.

There was some teasing in Marca's words. Harry and Ginny looked at each other with a bad look. The shy feelings of boys and girls could not help revealing.

As for Maka, his ridicule was secondary, because he saw that Mr. wolple, who claimed to be a writer, obviously wanted to encourage him to write his autobiography again.

But suddenly looking back, a person who had not noticed before suddenly entered his vision and attracted his attention to the past.

"Eh? That man is..."

Just looking at her back, Maka felt that she should not ignore this man - did he just arrive when she went after Hermione?