Chapter 979

"Mr. McLean, I'll go back now."

As the closed door was opened from the inside, the thin Mrs. pierce came out. When she came to the corridor, she also squeezed out a gentle smile at Harry and Ron waiting outside.

And then Marca walked out after her.

"Well, because there are other patients, I won't send you there," he said naturally, and then added, "ah, by the way! I think little Cathy still needs to know the truth. If it's hard for you to say, madam, let me --"

"No, thanks... No."

Mrs. Pierce, who had always had a trace of bitterness and embarrassment on her face, resolutely rejected Maka's suggestion. It can be seen from Maka's two "or" in a row. I'm afraid this is not the first time they have talked about this topic.

After declining Maka's proposal, she fell into a period of silence. It was not until a moment later that she said again:

"Let me talk to Cathy! After all, I'm the child's mother..."

Looking at Mrs. Pierce's almost shapeless face, the brilliance of maternal love loomed. Maka no longer insisted, but smiled and said she had understood.

Watching each other say goodbye again and leave, the two people standing next to each other since just now finally couldn't help it.

"Marca, is there really no way?" Harry asked reluctantly.

In front of him, Maka didn't turn her head, but looked at the back of the returning ward and shook her head.

"There's no way... All I can do is to suppress the burning pain from the soul." he said faintly, "the damage to the soul is too serious to repair with my current ability."

"Alas..." Ron followed angrily, "it's all that hateful halbo!"

Only then did Maka glance at them.

"Well, just scolding can't cause him any loss -" he said, raising his legs and walking forward, and continued, "follow up! There are several wards to check. Don't stand here and think more."

Harry and they saw that Marca had taken several steps, so they had to press down the heaviness in their hearts and hurried up.

About an hour later, Marca came out of the last ward on the fifth floor amid the farewell of several patients and motioned Harry and Ron to finish the rest.

When they pushed the cart downstairs, he pushed open the door of a ward again and went in.

This is the "Janus sitch ward". Its door is usually locked, because there are some "special" patients living in it.

Generally speaking, this ward only receives long-term patients, and Ms. straw, a therapist, looks after them here like a mother.

However, due to the recent special conditions, two patients have been transferred here.

"Kingsley, how are you feeling today?"

As the current director of Auror's office of the Ministry of magic, he changed here after San Mungo reopened to the outside world. Of course, in addition to his special status, in fact, he was only sent in passing.

After chatting casually with Kingsley, who was gradually recovering, Maka bypassed his hospital bed, came to the inner bed, and nodded to the patient's family accompanying him by the bed.

"Neville, I suddenly want to give you a little advice."

Obviously, the patient lying on this hospital bed needs to be transferred to this ward most, that is Neville's grandmother, old lady longbarton.

More than ten years have passed since Neville's parents were settled here.

In order to make Neville have to rush back and forth when he no longer wanted to visit them, Maka took the initiative to propose that St. Mungo help the old lady change the ward, and took Kingsley with him to accompany Neville.

After all, if Neville is allowed to accompany three relatives who can't talk here alone, it will really make people worry that he can't hold on for a long time.

"What?"

Neverton was puzzled when he saw Maka suddenly talking about "small suggestions".

However, Maka didn't explain much, but directly pointed in the direction of the door, and then said:

"I saw Hannah when I came in just now. Won't I invite her in?"

"Hannah?"

Only in this case, Neville, who has awakened his courage, will unconsciously reveal his timidity in the past. But I saw him suddenly blush, but he still explained dryly and shuffled to the other side.

"Maka, maybe... Maybe you misunderstood something. I haven't..."

To be honest, it's better for him to admit that his argument contains truth.

Marca shrugged at Kingsley, and then, while Neville was away, bent over to make a detailed inspection of the old lady Longbottom.

It didn't take much time to check. When Neville led Hannah in from the outside, he had taken back the hand hanging above the old lady's body.

"Hannah, what did you see me hiding? Did you really think I didn't see it?"

He looked at Hannah, who was as nervous as Neville, and joked. After that, he said to Neville:

"Your grandmother's state has completely stabilized, and the possibility of waking up has increased a lot... Of course, I told you before about the problems after waking up. You have to be mentally prepared."

"Well, no matter what grandma becomes, she is the grandma who raised me."

Neville said, subconsciously looking at the two hospital beds inside. There, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom sat on the hospital bed, their eyes empty and dull.

"Even if she becomes like her parents, I will take care of her all my life."

While talking, Hannah standing behind Neville suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of his clothes, which made Neville tense all at once.

"It seems that Hannah will help you too."

Maka teased again, then lowered her head and leaned over to the old man who was still sleeping on the hospital bed:

"Wake up early. Neville has even found his wife!"

"What about yourself?"

It was so cold that Maka heard Kingsley's teasing from the next bed. His words not only relieved Neville's embarrassment, but even caused Hannah to giggle.

When Maka heard the speech, she turned back angrily, stared at him and scolded the guy for not opening the pot.

"Compared with me, I'm afraid only you need a girlfriend here most? Let me calculate how old you are this year?"

As soon as he said this, even Neville couldn't help laughing, and Hannah naturally laughed more happily.

During this period, even Maka didn't notice that old lady longbarton's thumb twitched gently on the hospital bed.

……

When people are busy, the passage of time is often easier to be ignored. Unconsciously, lunch time was approaching.

In the current period of more patients, the staff of San Mungo eat in batches some time in advance.

At the moment, today's first diners have gathered in the canteen on the east side of the second floor, which soon became lively.

Now Hermione was sitting in a corner, slightly absentmindedly poking the food in the plate with her fork. Her eyes drifted aimlessly back and forth on the ceiling, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

Not long after, a familiar figure suddenly came in from the door, took lunch at the window, looked around for a while, and then walked straight to Hermione.

Until the figure was close, Hermione, who was late to find out, took back her eyes still wandering in the air and looked in the direction of people.

She was not surprised because she was waiting here.

"Good afternoon, Luna."

"Oh... Good afternoon, Hermione!"

Compared with her slightly depressed spirit, Luna's response is obviously more energetic, still retaining the lightness and jump of the past.

After greeting Hermione, Luna put down her plate and sat down happily, and looked at Hermione curiously.

"Hermione, what's that? It looks a bit like... A crushed frober caterpillar?"

"This is fire dragon fruit!"

Hermione said and glanced down. It seemed that she had poked them into a pool of white mud with countless black spots.

"Forget it, don't talk about it yet." she pushed the plate aside and said directly, "Luna, you're Marca too. Let you wait for him here? What do you think... What is he going to say to us this time?"

Seeing Luna listening to her, but her mouth had been stuffed with a lot of food, Hermione said again, "is it really because of the night before?"

"Probably!" Luna said vaguely, chewing.

Maybe she realized that it didn't seem to make much sense to tell her. No matter what she thought now, she had to wait until Maka came to know. So Hermione didn't say it at all.

She sipped her mouth, dragged the plate back to her face, and then picked up a spoon to scoop the fire dragon fruit that she had stabbed into her mouth.

However, when she and Luna finished lunch, Maka still didn't show up.

"Where has he gone?" Hermione couldn't help muttering to herself. "Won't he run to work quietly again?"

At this moment, Luna on the other side pointed behind her and said loudly:

"Hermione, look! Marca has come out of the kitchen - is he going to give up the practice of a therapist and become a cook?"

Hermione turned back in amazement and found that Marca was coming to their table with a big tray.

"Two ladies, we're out of lunch?" Marca smiled. "Why don't we have some dessert!"