Chapter 947

"If no one asks, don't tell me about my departure."

In Hermione's opinion, this is undoubtedly a very strange sentence. When you think about it, it seems to be so superfluous. If it weren't for Ginny's words, it would be difficult for her to even connect it with Marca.

If you don't want the news of your departure to reach the ears of irrelevant people, why don't you just let Ginny talk to a few people who are necessary?

Or, in fact, Hermione can understand Maka's sneaking away.

Because she knew that Maka must have something to do, and it was an action that needed to be kept secret. In particular, the "despicable halbo" must not be known to that guy.

But just because of this... Even if Ginny doesn't tell her, it's perfectly possible to go directly?

However, before leaving, Marca left such a sentence, which made Hermione unable to doubt whether there was a deep meaning in it.

Yes, Hermione was the first person to find out that Marca was no longer in San Mungo after dawn. Before asking Ginny if she had seen Marca, she had asked several people the same question.

"Ginny, did Marca say anything else?"

Hermione, who was deeply puzzled by Maka's words, couldn't help asking Ginny again.

"Well... He said he still went to treat others and didn't need to fight. Then..." Ginny recalled. "He also said he would be back before dawn tomorrow... Oh, 'if it goes well'."

"Treatment?" Hermione thought, then shook her head slightly. "Anything else?"

"No, that's all."

Because of Hermione's repeated confirmation, Ginny, who had not been aware of so many mistakes, was suddenly inspired and felt that there were many unpredictable secrets in Maka's words.

Unfortunately, although Ginny has never been stupid, she is still much worse than Hermione. After thinking for a while, there was no other harvest except to add doubt to her.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly froze.

"No, no... Maka obviously doesn't want to hide from that Haier Bo, but wants to let the other party know that she's leaving!"

She sank down and thought for a while. She seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly nodded.

"It seems that Maka has cleverly set up a 'trap'. If nalbo lurks in on someone as he did last time, then this sentence is equivalent to a 'bait' in the trap..."

Hermione naturally didn't say these words. She just figured it out in her heart, and finally groped for an answer along the sporadic logical relationship.

But at the thought of this, the confusion in her eyes was instantly replaced by a touch of surprise, and then she was swallowed by another touch of surprise and doubt.

"So... Maka may not have left at all, but just look at us somewhere? No... not only that, but also that sentence means that Haier Bo has actually mixed with us?"

Hermione tried to keep herself from looking around, then gently pursed her mouth and nodded to Ginny.

"That's it!" she lowered her voice. "We don't care about anything else if we do what Maka said... Since Maka said it to you personally, we can't be wrong if we do it!"

"Oh, I see."

……

As Hermione conjectured, Marca did have thought it over. What Maka is worried about, indeed, is that Haier Bo may attack San mungo.

After all, Haier Bo didn't lose his body this time. As long as he is willing, he can reappear in front of everyone at any time, and then do some evil things.

However, Hermione's inference can be said to be "guessing the right process but guessing the wrong end". After all, Marca really left something - he didn't hide somewhere and play any trap trick.

The "trap" he set is simply false!

As for halebo, who once frightened Hermione, no one will know whether that guy sneaked into St. Mungo for the time being.

"I just hope that guy is as honest as possible even if he is really in San Mungo!"

In front of a simple and elegant castle of vicissitudes, Maka sighed that his arrangement had better not be used. At the same time, she hoped that his "false trap" could be used as a deterrent when Haier Bo really sneaked into St. mungo.

Because he didn't want to stay in San Mungo and be prepared, but he really had to come here - this trip had been included in his itinerary a long time ago.

A moment later, in front of a gate on the second floor, Maka reached out and knocked on the door.

In fact, it's still early now. When he left St. Mungo, it was more than 4 a.m., but now he has crossed a country, but it's still only 4:30.

It's at least two hours before Hermione wakes up and finds him out!

"Dong Dong -"

This tall door leaf matches with the open hall at the back, making the knocking sound seem to be mixed with a little thick, just like this castle with many ancient rhymes, immersed in the darkness before dawn.

Maka listened to the sound that kept reverberating, and her expression gradually became a little subtle.

"Although it's a last resort so early, but... Am I disturbing the residents?"

Fortunately, the people in the door didn't let him wait too long, and they were not dissatisfied with his early morning visit. When the door opened slightly and a pair of slightly bleary eyes looked at him carefully, the man immediately leaned over and saluted him slightly.

Even though she doesn't know the language, Maka has long been a distinguished guest here. As soon as he came, even the process of connecting the newspaper was omitted. He directly took Maka through the gate and went deep into the hall.

Suddenly, a magic wave stopped Maka from moving forward.

"Oh! Mr. McLean, I didn't expect you to come so early. Even the owner didn't expect... For our young lady, I really need your trouble!"

The familiar figure appeared in the middle of the hall with the magic wave, and then walked quickly towards Maka.

"How could..." Maka immediately replied with a smile, "what's more, I actually have some difficulties that I have to come earlier."

After the two exchanged greetings, they stopped writing. At that time, the other party raised his hand and asked:

"Come on! Anyway, I'll take you to sit down first. The owner is still in the bedroom -"

"Don't go to the bedroom. I've come."

Coldly, a voice sounded from behind a door in the depths of the hall. Then, Maka saw that the middle-aged house owner who was always dignified came out with only one robe.

If at ordinary times, this man who pays great attention to appearance and appearance, how can he run out to meet people like this?

"Mr. McLean... To tell you the truth, I hardly sleep well these days. When I think that the date you said is coming, I can't sleep normally even in bed..."

"It's more than that," the old housekeeper whispered, interrupting the owner's words. "I won't even take the sleeping pill specially prepared by the pharmacist in the family - where is insomnia? I just want to make myself insomnia!"

"Oh, actually, I haven't slept much lately!" Marca shrugged. "Of course, it doesn't matter whether we have a good rest. I just want to know, Willie, does she sleep well?"

"Mr. McLean, you're right. Whether we sleep or not is not the key!" the owner of the brova family waved his hand and continued, "the child has a good rest and has always been in a good mood... I thought she could only stay in the room and can't go out, which would make her uncomfortable, but she was surprisingly comfortable."

As he was saying this, he suddenly added thoughtfully:

"Even I think she seems happy every day... Although, you know, she still has no expression."

It can be seen from the words and deeds of the Lord blova after his appearance that as a father, his heart is almost completely filled with his daughter.

When Maka first met the owner, the man with a tight face and dignity was still vivid, but now there is only tenderness left.

Today is the day that Marca promised. Maybe tomorrow, Willy can get rid of the "Curse" deeply imprinted in her blood and the terrible power of harming others and herself.

Then, regain control of their own emotions and emotions and become a normal girl.

"Mr. brova, we'd better stop chatting here -" Marca didn't take over the other party's topic, but went straight to the point. "Let me see Willie first! Before we start, there's still a lot of preparatory work to do, especially to see how we've achieved after waiting so long."

He knew that what Willie's father was most willing to do now was not to stand here and chat with himself!

"Yes! Yes! Please... Oh, no, wait, she should still be sleeping at the moment! Shall we... Wait a little longer? What do you think?"

"In fact, I also want her to sleep more," Maka said, revealing a little helplessness. "Unfortunately, my time is really tight this time. I'd better not wait any longer."

Broca's master Maka said that his eyes were frozen immediately, and even his expression suddenly changed to the seriousness of the past.

"Is Haier Bo really difficult?" he frowned. "I think your ability should be able to suppress him... He doesn't seem to have recovered all his strength? Do you need help?"

"From the initial suppression to the present, it doesn't take long to add up," Marca shook her head, but quickly put aside her words. "Forget it, you'd better take me to see Willie first!"