Chapter 985

Time is slipping away unconsciously.

It seems that some unknown accidents happened on the streets of London before, but after that, there was no abnormality.

The mysterious wizard in a windbreaker seemed to be the same as when he came, and disappeared silently without anyone knowing.

With the end of this Christmas holiday, the impact of the disaster in London seems to be fading day by day, even in the hearts of witches and people living in the British magic world.

Under the treatment of Maka, a large part of the patients in San mangori have been discharged one after another. Even Kingsley returned to the Ministry of magic the day before yesterday and went back to work.

Seeing that many beds were slowly vacated in the hospital ward, Maka knew that her free "special therapist" was finally coming to an end.

"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the burrow."

Towards evening, as usual, Maka had a regular check-up for the rest of the patients. When he saw Harry and Harry skillfully packing up their carts and preparing to go back downstairs, he finally opened his mouth and announced that their "punishment" was over.

But when they wanted to cheer for it, Maka smiled slightly and subtly:

"There are still a few days left. I think it's probably enough for you to finish your homework - don't try to find a reason not to write! Especially Professor bins's paper on the history of magic, finish it well!"

"Oh! Marca, are you a devil?" said Ron bitterly. "Can't you make me happy for a while!"

"All right," Marca patted him on the shoulder and kindly reminded him, "let's go! I'll take you to the door... If you want to eat more in the evening, go back now! Your mother doesn't know you go home today. If you're late later, you'll have something to eat for dinner."

"Ah! That's faster -" Ron patted his thigh. "Harry, let's go faster!"

Put the cart back into the warehouse, and Maka accompanied them through the front door glass to the street outside.

The weather has been pretty good in recent days. Just like today, even London, which takes wind and rain as its daily routine, is covered with the golden color of the sunset. Harry and Ron could not help but breathe a deep sigh of relief as they looked at the reflective streets and roads, busy all day in St. mangori.

To be honest, although they are also taking care of patients these days, they have deeply realized many principles of life. But I can gain a lot. As for, I will inevitably be infected by all kinds of pain and gloom.

Now they step out from the environment full of life and death and bathe in the sunshine again. They can't help but be relaxed.

"If you have any feelings, wait until the evening!"

Maka glanced and saw through what they were thinking. But just as he was about to urge them to leave, a fluttering sound of wings suddenly sounded from his head, and then an owl fell on his shoulder.

"Goo Goo."

He conveniently received the envelope held by the owl.

"Who wrote to you?" asked Harry subconsciously.

"Don't worry about it," Marca took out the letter, unfolded it, glanced at it casually, and said, "it's Mundungus. He asked me to go to the bar in the evening."

"Mundungus?" said Ron. "Isn't he in charge of intelligence? What happened?"

From their reactions, we can see that now everyone is a little sensitive to some small news, including Hermione and others who went home first.

Maka shook her head and said:

"Even if it's really something, it's just a small thing - maybe it's bigger than your dinner today, but it's also bigger than your unfinished homework!"

After throwing away Harry and Ron, he unfolded the letter and read it again before receiving it in the bag around his waist.

Yes, the letter was really just a bar invitation from Mundungus, and the information transmitted in this leisurely way will not be very important.

It's just

Turning her head a little, makafu glanced at today's gorgeous sunset. Muggles come and go in gold on the streets, and the traffic on the roads crisscross - now this normal street scene can reappear as before, which must be attributed to him.

In this way, even the smallest abnormality is worth paying attention to, isn't it?

……

At nightfall that night, Marca finally put down her quill pen.

He carefully picked up the medicine bottle on the table and took it more carefully to his waist. The bottle contained the source of the disaster he had extracted from Willie's body.

In fact, since halbo left San Mungo, he began to study this special object.

Compared with other "sins" similar to it, it is indeed very special - this is the first time Maka knows that the power of rules itself can be retained in the body in this form and passed down from generation to generation.

So the more he studied, the more he couldn't help trying to figure out whether the power of other rules could also be stored in wizards.

Unfortunately, he had some eyebrows about the rule Rune earlier, but he still had nothing to do with the red liquid substance like blood.

If one day he cannot place the power of rules elsewhere, one day he cannot begin to analyze the mystery of the matter itself.

Of course, today's research has come to an end, so he doesn't think about it for the time being.

Research is never in a hurry.

After cleaning up the table, Maka left St. Mungo and soon went to the pig head bar in Hogsmeade village through the door key.

When he went down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw aberforth wiping his glass behind the bar.

As for Mundungus... It seems that Maka got there first.

"Hey, a bottle of butter beer."

"Huh?"

Aberforth's hand to wipe the glass stopped for a moment.

"Why, are you free?"

"Almost!" Marca sat down in front of the bar and looked at the drinkers in the bar. "I've come to see dung. I'll charge this bottle to his account... Recently, San Mungo almost doesn't need me. It's obvious that everyone is in good health like you."

"Hum," said aberforth, with a slight shake of his white beard on his chest. "I'm afraid there are a lot of dead people... Here, butter and beer! Also, montungus is forbidden to keep accounts here. If you want to drink now, pay for it yourself."

"Just pick someone and write it down! As long as it's someone I know -" Marca sighed. "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter. I don't want to touch any more money today."

Hearing this, aberforth glanced at him faintly.

"A story?"

Maka leaned against the bar, smiled and shrugged.

"There is a story," he nodded slightly, "but I'd better save it for the future..."

Accustomed to Dumbledore's younger brother's character, he can hear each other's kindness. He knew that aberforth wanted him to say it, and it would be much better to share it with more people than to put it all in his own heart.

To be honest, Marca thanked aberforth for listening, but he still felt that it was obviously not a story that could be talked while drinking in a bar.

At least, until things finally come to an end.

"It's up to you," said aberforth, as if he didn't care, but then added, "this bottle of butter beer is on Severus's account."

Maka was stunned when she heard this, and then she nodded at him.

"Thank you."

Snape was discovered by aberforth when he overheard Trelawney's prophecy in his early years, and was blacklisted as a permanent no entry.

Now that aberforth said that the butter beer was charged to Snape's account, it was obvious that he had just found an excuse to treat himself.

Just as Maka, who happened to know this, was warming up, he and aberforth suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the door.

"Here he is."

That's what aberforth said.

Of course, Maka can know that the wizard who came in from the door is Mundungus. Even though the guy's disguise is always clever, it is impossible to hide his magic perception.

However, Maka often wondered, where did aberforth distinguish it?

Waving casually over there, he put the unimportant question aside.

"A strong whisky."

Montungus, who dressed himself up as an eccentric priest, sat down not far from Maka. He turned around after ordering a glass of wine and putting the money directly on the bar.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time!" he whispered. "If you want to say that the British magic world is really scary recently, we at the bottom hide in corners all day, and we barely dare to show up recently - how's St. Mungo?"

"Is it you or me running intelligence?" Maka looked at her falsely and ignored the tunnel.

With montungus's eyesight, as soon as he heard Maka's tone, he knew that he was in a bad mood. He immediately smiled and said:

"Hey! There's no way. You're guarding San Mungo now. Our brother can't get in at all... That's what I said. Don't care."

"Come on!" Marca shook her head. "It can't get in, but the patients are coming out. If you want to say something nice, just be more careful - or seriously, what's the new gossip about calling me this time?"

If the goods were taken accurately, they would not be put in the bar to speak directly face to face. They must have been written in ciphertext and sent to lupin. In the current situation, it's all information that this guy feels suspicious, but it's not a big deal on the surface.

"Well, actually, this time it's about Muggles..."