Chapter 964

"... his name is ASA, and he is a companion with Miriam."

"The millian who was picked up by Marca to Hogwarts?"

"That's right."

In this suffering temporary ward, Kingsley, who took Sirius's shoulder to support his body, was looking at the man on the ground with a thoughtful look.

The information about the man gradually came out of his mouth.

"In fact, there is not much information about these two people," Kingsley whispered slightly weakly. "At least many places in their files are blank... According to some of Maka's hints, they seem to have a special identity, so at present, Maka herself is probably the only one who knows."

"Maybe it's not that special?" Sirius thought, and then said, "you see, Marca sent that Miriam to Hogwarts - let me see, now it's more 'protection' than confidentiality?"

Kingsley listened to Sirius, then nodded slightly:

"It's also possible... The recent events have changed too frequently. Maybe things that are still kept secret today need to be made public tomorrow..."

Just as Sirius mentioned before "whether the existence of Haier Bo needs to be announced to the public", the situation will always change according to the changes of the current situation.

To be honest, Kingsley, the chief of Auror's office, also feels great pressure on the current magic world.

"Anyway -"

He put aside other thoughts in his mind and corrected the slightly deviated topic.

"At present, St. Mungo has been temporarily closed. Even if we know that this is miss Milian's companion, we can't invite her immediately. Now all we can do is keep here and protect as many injuries as possible."

As he spoke, Kingsley subconsciously glanced at his shoulder and shook his head.

"Well, up to now, what else do you say 'we'..." he said a little reluctantly, "Sirius, miss cinnista and Miss Granger - please."

"You don't have to," Sirius smiled. "And it's not just us - Hogwarts students are much better in recent years! Everyone is working hard!"

"Yes!"

Not far away, Hermione, who was still writing with her head down, echoed.

……

However, when it comes to effort, someone seems to be moving in the wrong direction.

At this moment, in the underground corridor of San Mungo, two boys are standing face to face. One of them looked puzzled and seemed to wonder why the other party brought himself here, while the other's face was more hesitant.

"Harry, what happened? If there's anything I can do for you, just say..."

Obviously, it was Harry who called people down himself, but hesitated again and again. And it was Neville who was called down by him.

"Harry," Neville saw that he didn't speak and had to go on, "you know - I used to be very introverted, and I was often bullied and laughed at by the Slytherins. But because of you, I felt the warmth of my friends in Hogwarts's life..."

"You, Marca, Hermione, Ron... There are many, many people who are good to me. I remember each of them! It can be said that without you, I would be more cowardly than I usually show. In that case, I might not have the chance to become what I am now."

"So, if you have any difficulties and need me, please say it! Just aim at the fact that you are my forever friend!"

Yes, Neville has really changed. At least Harry has never seen him so reliable. In the past, Harry would never believe that a person could have changed so much.

But it was because of the other party's heartfelt words of a "friend", which made Harry feel more and more heavy.

He took Neville to the corridor of the underground warehouse, naturally in order to let Neville try the Gryffindor sword. At that time, as long as he seals it up, Neville will not cause any terrible accidents even if he gets out of control.

However, when Harry took Neville to the corridor, he was worried again.

It was obviously a very inappropriate behavior - after all, he was just trying to pick up the sword, and he didn't even really succeed. He knew too little about the sword.

Even Maka once said that to practice, you must be alone, and you must do it in the room on request. It's an extremely irresponsible way to give Neville a try as soon as he has a hot mind like him.

"... well, we are forever friends."

Harry rubbed the brim of the Sorting Hat held in his right hand, responded softly, and then said:

"Neville, i... really have a problem. You know! I'm practicing how to use Gryffindor's sword..."

"Ah, yes," Neville nodded. "Is there a bottleneck? Just like when practicing the patron saint curse, no matter how you wave your staff, you can't summon the patron saint?"

This is the biggest bottleneck that navitch's body will pass, so as soon as he mentioned the "bottleneck", he immediately thought of his trouble of continuous practice in recent years.

But in Khalil, the word "patron saint" is a big wound for him now. When this sentence came out of Neville's mouth, the stimulation to him was even greater.

After taking a breath, Harry leaned against the corridor wall again and said:

"Yes, bottleneck... In fact, compared with the beginning, I have been able to hold the hilt of the sword and maintain my consciousness for a long time. But I found that the longer I can maintain it, the more I dare not pick it up again..."

"You know what? The first time there was an accident, I almost killed Luna... The second time, I stabbed Hermione with my sword without hesitation! But I knew nothing about all this."

"I know I'm afraid. I'm worried that one day when I have to pick it up, my blade will fall on every friend!"

"But... Even so, I want to pick up this sword like Gryffindor and fight for protection. I don't want to hide behind others. It's not me at all..."

"... Harry." Neville blinked and said seriously after a while, "well, since you asked me to come here, it means I can do something. What do you want me to do, say it!"

"Yes..."

Although at first Harry didn't think about anything other than letting Neville try his sword, now another idea came into his mind.

"Neville, tell me - how did you summon a lion patron saint?"

When Neville heard the speech, he hesitated and said:

"Do you also want to summon the lion patron saint... Well, although I want to help you, I don't understand such a profound magic principle! If Maka had a way, but I really can't do it..."

All R.A. members, including Neville, also learned according to the analytical materials given by Maka.

If there is any difference in the learning process between Neville and Harry, in fact, Harry, who has been taught by Marca himself, has more experience in casting spells.

Of course, Harry knew that.

"No, i... to tell you the truth, I did want to summon a lion patron saint," he said frankly, "but we all know that the image of patron saint is difficult to change by our own will."

"Therefore, I don't want you to tell me if there is any trick to summon a lion... I want to know what you think when summoning the patron saint? I... I need more courage and confidence!"

"Oh, this! No problem. I can tell you everything I know. Just wait a minute and let me think about how I felt at that time... At that time, everything was chaotic..."

Neville seemed to stand a little tired. He leaned against the wall with Harry, frowned and began to remember the dangerous scene.

Then, when the two of them talked and listened one by one, they didn't notice that a slight and inaudible noise suddenly sounded in the depths of the corridor.

That sound... It's like something cracked.

……

Like everyone in San Mungo, Maka, who is still in brova fort, is making unremitting efforts.

Mechanized work always leads to a lot of fatigue, not only physical, but also spiritual. Even with his strong will, it is difficult for him to concentrate as much as he did at the beginning after repeating an almost identical action thousands of times a moment.

Maka's breathing sound seemed to gradually become a little thick.

But fortunately, over the years, he has always been doing such boring research. Although no time like this would last more than ten hours without interruption, if he had to be patient, he would still be able to hold on.

And more importantly, although repetitive homework is extremely monotonous, it will gradually increase the speed after getting used to it.

Judging from the current progress, he thinks that the end time of the first stage may be earlier than originally estimated, which is unknown.

But at one moment, he felt a sudden burst of hot in his arm, which made him stop the movement of his hand immediately.

When he rolled up his sleeve again and looked at his forearm, a strange and strange pattern appeared in the middle of the previous blue symbol ring.

"Did you finally go in? In that case, just..."

When Marca raised her hand as if she wanted to do something, he gently raised his eyebrow and suddenly stopped again.