Chapter 943

The disaster that only belongs to London lasted until the next morning, let alone a large number of residents who need to make memory corrections.

Overnight, citizens were still immersed in the joy of the rest of their lives after the disaster, but they didn't know that the soldiers were leading them to the gate of clearing their memory.

When they line up to pass through the temporary tent, they will unconsciously forget the bad experience and never remember any "monsters" and "magic".

Although this is definitely not a bad thing for them, but

Seeing them coming out from behind the tent one after another, Maka, as a bystander, could not help feeling a strange sense of disobedience.

The work of clearing memory lasted for a long time. Even if the Wizards of the International Federation of wizards joined later, it was still a long time before it was completed.

However, since the soldiers in charge of maintaining order also need to adjust their memory later, they probably have to continue for some time!

"Maka, you haven't eaten for nearly a day and a night? Come and have some..."

At present, the hall on the first floor of San Mungo has completely become a temporary refuge camp. Maka has basically helped treat the injured here except helping to repair the city in the urban area.

For those dark creatures like Dementors, he provided St. Mungo's therapists with a more correct treatment direction. To be honest, it really helped everyone.

At the moment, Maka was sitting in a corner of the crowded hall, removing the last part of the fire poison for a witch patient burned by that strange black flame.

As for Kingsley, who also suffered from this fire burning his soul, he has now entered a normal recovery stage.

Unfortunately, there are still a large number of injured people who have been directly swallowed by monsters. Even he can't do anything about that kind of injury.

Nothing can be done except watching those who are clearly breathing die.

"It's all right. I've just drunk magic medicine... Just eat it!"

She gently waved her fingers and let the bandage soaked with nourishing medicine fly around the injured person's legs. Finally, after skillfully tying a knot, Maka looked back and looked for his Hermione.

"The buildings and roads in London have been restored to their original state this morning, and you all go home quickly! Um... Inform those students who live in downtown London. I suggest moving elsewhere with my family for a while..."

At this point, he shrugged again.

"Including your family."

"I..." Hermione pursed her mouth and paused. "Well... What about you?"

"Me?"

As Maka tidied up the potion bottle that had been put on the spot, she said:

"You know, skrinje and aginbad still need my help - although they have tried their best to finish this time, and even the queen and the British government are doing their best to help, such a big news can't be completely concealed."

Their concealment is temporary, and even this "temporary" is the precious time previously made up for by Maka's efforts.

Next, they should use this short time to cover up the facts as vaguely as possible.

"Rumors must be inevitable," Hermione listened and couldn't help thinking along with Marca. "Just look at all kinds of official and unofficial explanations. Is it enough to control the public?"

Maka shook her head, then stood up, patted the hem of her robe, and said:

"It's not enough to just 'explain'... I've asked President aginbad to spread some of the facts. Of course, it's thrown out together in a lot of similar statements!"

In any case, the whole of London has recovered. Now that everything has been restored, the so-called "truth" will be easily broken, and the uninformed Muggles will only talk about it as an exaggerated story.

Sometimes it's true or false. Who can tell?

"Well, I should go upstairs to see old Mrs. Longbottom..." the topic was stopped for the time being. Maka smiled a little regretful at Hermione. "I hope the old lady can survive! Otherwise, I'm afraid Neville will not survive... It's rare that he did so well this time!"

At that time, Neville and Sirius left St. Mungo together. His behavior was undoubtedly puzzling to most people.

However, Maka can understand that Neville, who has found courage, is praying for his seriously injured grandmother in his own way... No, in the way of the lombarton family.

After that, Maka also saw the majestic Silver Lion in the street. When he knew that it was Neville's patron saint, he couldn't help feeling in secret.

Like Harry, he was the boy of prophecy. Neville was so humble most of the time, but anyway, he proved himself with his own efforts and courage.

A lion patron saint like Gryffindor is enough to explain a lot.

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A moment later, the curse injury ward on the fifth floor.

"Marca, you're here."

As soon as he arrived at the door, Sirius, who was sitting at the end of Kingsley's hospital bed, greeted him, and Kingsley, who was half leaning against the hospital bed, smiled reluctantly.

"Stop laughing. You don't look much better now than crying."

Maka waved her hand, then turned a corner and went straight to the outer bed.

"Neville, make way. It's time for inspection."

"Yes."

The tall young man didn't look well. When he saw Maka coming, he just gave a weak answer, and then silently gave way to one side.

When Maka was ready to start the inspection, he added with a mouth

"Marca... Thank you, please."

As early as when he saw the old lady Longbottom, Neville was still running around with Sirius outside. When he returned to San mango, Maka had actually treated the old lady again.

The level of the previous responsible therapist was still very good. At least when the injury was quite serious, he just hung the old lady's life.

Unfortunately, although the body damaged by the close crushing spell is easy to repair, the brain damage caused by excessive blood loss is a difficult problem that magic can't solve.

Before long, Maka took back her right hand, turned around and patted Neville on the shoulder.

"Don't frown around your grandmother all day. Your mood will affect her recovery," he warned without hesitation. "Show your faith in fighting monsters."

After that, regardless of Neville's stupor, Maka bypassed the old lady's hospital bed and went straight to Kingsley's bed.

"Is it appropriate for you to say that? You don't understand other people's feelings..." Kingsley looked sideways at Neville, who was still in a trance, and asked in a low voice.

But Maka shook her head.

"At least I don't think he needs other people's understanding now - Sirius, you fought with Neville and should understand what I mean, right?"

Sirius thought and nodded his head.

"Listen to you... Well, now the child doesn't lack will. He just lacks someone to give him some advice."

When grandma was seriously injured this time, Neville changed a lot. For him, the change came too suddenly.

To put it bluntly, he just needs to adapt to himself.

"So, Sirius, look at him during this time." Maka said casually while checking Kingsley's soul. "As long as he can precipitate this harvest, we can have a new combat force with both potential and reliability."

When Maka finished Kingsley's routine examination, when he turned back to leave the ward, he saw that Neville seemed to have perked up again.

Looking at his simple and honest but firm face, Maka was also secretly happy for him.

"Maka!"

At the moment when he passed by the end of the old lady's bed and was about to leave the ward, Neville suddenly walked up to him and said very seriously:

"Thank you very much... No matter whether grandma can wake up or not, I want to thank you. If you hadn't come in time, grandma would have already..."

"Don't say that, the St. Mungo therapist... What's his name? In short, he owes more than I do. He's the one who tries to keep your grandmother alive."

Just then, Maka raised her hand and put it on Neville's shoulder. Suddenly, there was a smile in her expression.

"Besides, we were good friends who took a walk in Hogwarts at night and went to the forbidden forest together. Isn't it natural to help your grandmother treat?"

Before Neville's memories and feelings were revealed, he took the lead:

"OK, go and stay with Grandma! I have something else to do. I have to go down..."

After that, Maka no longer followed the ink and turned away cleanly, blocking Neville's gratitude in her heart.

Kingsley and Sirius on the other side looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Sometimes, being too good at human sophistication is not a good thing.

Just like Kingsley and Sirius, they know a lot about Maka. At the moment, they can't see that Maka's performance just now is sincere? Or was it deliberate.

"I hope it was true," Kingsley whispered suddenly.

Opposite him, Sirius was soon relieved.

"Think of Dumbledore in the past! I think... That's true!"

Maka, who is going downstairs, of course doesn't know that the two people are discussing themselves. He is still busy calculating where he must go in the future!