Chapter 973

"Where's Marca?"

Hermione didn't expect that the guy just said he wouldn't leave. But I just went down to listen to the conversation between cinnista and old Victor's father and daughter, but I found that he disappeared again.

"He... I should have thought of it! Does he think he's covered up well? I've seen enough of that heartfelt fatigue these days!"

Seeing this, hinesta, who came up with her, couldn't help but put his hand around Hermione, who was a little excited, and then couldn't help sighing.

"Sarah, where's McLean again? Do you know?"

Opposite, Sarah was still sitting next to the refining array. Hearing xinnesta's question, she subconsciously glanced at the array at her feet.

"On the other side, I went to check the situation of Haier Bo," she said. "In fact, I advised him... Yes, he needs to rest. But, you know, I'm not very good at persuading people..."

In fact, Sarah, who has tried hard to learn the sophistication of the world, must not be said to be bad at doing these things. I think when she sneaked into Hogwarts, her "performance" deceived a large number of people, including many professors.

But unfortunately, her skills almost didn't work on Marca, because Marca had already known her real appearance.

If she wants to rely on her own heart to try persuasion, to be honest, she can't even figure out what her own heart is!

But because of this, as the only person around Maka before she left, Sarah felt something wrong for her failure to stop Maka's action.

Especially after seeing Hermione's expression at this time.

"I know. I'm sure Hermione can understand," cinnista smiled at Sarah. "She won't be angry with you for this."

Hearing the speech, Hermione, who bit her lower lip and looked stuffy, immediately squeezed out a smile and gently nodded to Sarah.

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. It's all -"

She wanted to say that it was all Marca's fault, but when you think about it, what was Marca's fault... Should you blame him for habitually taking things to herself?

"Well... It's all our fault. We can't keep up with him and share these difficulties for him."

Hermione hung her eyes and remained silent for a few seconds before raising her head again.

"Do you think he will be in danger this time?"

Seriously, only a few wizards in today's magic world can explain the confrontation between Maka and helbona.

Others don't know. At least Sarah asked herself that she must not be among the few.

"I don't know," she had to tell the truth. "All I can say is that he drank a bottle of magic medicine before he left, and then his fatigue disappeared immediately."

"He can't always rely on magic drugs..."

With a murmur, Hermione nodded her thanks to Sarah again and ran to the stairs behind her. In a flash, she left in a hurry.

A moment later, Sarah suddenly hesitated and asked cinnista:

"Do you think... She really didn't blame me for not stopping Marca?"

After hearing this, cinnista couldn't help looking at Sarah, as if she had just met her at this moment.

"You don't want to be hated by Miss Granger?"

Sarah immediately said calmly:

"She is very sincere and kind... And she always thinks of others. I always want to have a friend like her."

"What about McLean?"

Xinnista suddenly changed the subject, and even his tone was a little more inexplicable teasing.

"I think you admire him very much?"

However, Sarah's face was still so light that she could squeeze out water. Because no matter how much xinnesta thinks, it's the same for Sarah - she doesn't understand the meaning of xinnesta's words.

"Maka is a very powerful man. I respect him very much."

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Not to mention that cinnista was in a good mood because of her conversation with old victor. Even at this moment, she joked about Sarah.

On Hermione's side, the knot in her heart has not been untied!

Running down from the sixth floor, she looked around as if she was looking for something.

Because it is late at night and early in the morning, everyone is still immersed in deep dreams. Although St. Mungo at night is still as bright as day, it still has the unique tranquility of midnight.

Even though Hermione had stepped as lightly as possible, the sound of running back and forth inevitably echoed in the corridor and attracted the attention of some patients who could not sleep or R.A. members on patrol.

"Hermione, what are you looking for? I think you find it all the way from there to here -"

It happened that Ron, who was in charge of the shift change near the stairs on the third floor, saw her walking around and looked a little in a hurry, so he came up and asked suspiciously.

Hermione looked at him and immediately asked:

"Do you see where Luna is?"

"Luna?" Ron repeated and thought, "it seems to be on the second floor - she's basically on the second floor and the Hall these days, taking care of the patients whose trauma has worsened. Should she be sleeping now?"

"Thank you."

With a casual thank-you, Hermione hurried up the stairs again, leaving Ron alone in the corridor more and more confused.

But Ron was right. As soon as she came down to the second floor and turned the corner of the corridor, Hermione suddenly saw the familiar light golden hair.

It can be seen that Luna is sitting outside the bathroom with a quilt in her arms. She sat on her side in a chair, her shoulders leaning against the wall, holding a clean quilt and sleeping soundly in a slightly awkward position.

Hermione was puzzled by her appearance - why not make a floor like everyone else? Isn't it tiring to sleep like this?

With a puzzled look, Hermione slipped forward and reached out to pat her on the shoulder to wake her up.

But she must have slept so sweetly that Hermione shrunk her hand when she was filming. Just because of some thoughts in her heart, she still closed her mouth and patted Luna on her shoulder.

"Wake up... Luna? Wake up..."

It was not difficult to wake up Luna. After only two shots, she opened her eyes vaguely.

"Hermione?"

Subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth. She called Hermione's name a little unclear. It seemed that she was questioning her intention.

Seeing that she woke up, Hermione paused a little, and then said again:

"Luna, I want to discuss something with you."

"What?"

Luna nodded and showed a willingness to listen. She didn't seem to mind her coming to wake herself up so late.

But before she could react, Hermione, who looked left and right, pulled her up from the chair, then dragged her hand and took her to the nearby bathroom.

After closing the door, Hermione turned around and said seriously:

"In fact, it's not so much 'discussion' as I want to 'please' you... Luna, when Maka comes back, go and persuade Maka!"

Maybe it was because Hermione had pulled her too fast just now, and Luna was still holding her quilt, which made her look a little stupid.

But I don't know if she was influenced by Hermione's serious expression, and her face was a little more serious.

To be honest, Luna's usual feeling is not suitable for such a serious look. In this way, when her face matches with the quilt in her arms, it will only make people feel a little funny.

However, the next conversation between the two people is difficult to make people laugh.

"Maka?" Luna said quietly, "what do you advise him?"

Hermione looked at her and said sincerely:

"You should know that Marca left San Mungo yesterday? He has just returned and looks very tired - so tired that he can't completely hide it."

"But I walked away for a while, but he left again... I don't know if he can come back intact this time. To be honest, I'm very worried now..."

Luna listened to Hermione's telling the truth, then nodded, and a touch of softness quietly appeared in her eyes.

"You're worried too, aren't you?"

Hermione was keenly aware of her change and immediately took her hand and asked.

"Yes."

Luna nodded again without denying it.

"Maka is working hard for us and everyone."

"Can you persuade him to 'work harder'?" Hermione hurriedly asked, "you can understand that he will not be able to support it one day... I believe you can understand. But I know I can't persuade him. I think left and right. Only you can -"

"No."

Before Hermione finished, Luna took a step back and took her hand out of Hermione's palm.

"I can't," her expression became more and more serious, and everyone was serious before. "Although I don't know if he will be willing to listen to my persuasion, anyway, I won't do as you said!"

"You..." Hermione looked at her in surprise and couldn't help shouting for a long time. "Luna Lovegood! So you don't understand - yes, you haven't seen Maka like that. How can you understand how tired he is!"

"I thought you might be smarter and see better than anyone, so I thought..."

However, Luna's eyes at this time were covered with a trance as if she had never changed.

"Hermione," she said gently, "what I don't understand is you."