Chapter 999

When little Cathy saw the familiar figure in the waiting hall of San Mungo, she was really surprised.

Didn't Mr. McLean decide to leave St. Mungo and continue to search for halbo because all the patients at that time could be separated from his treatment?

It was only a few days ago. Why did you come back now?

And... What a coincidence, it's today!

"... in fact, I am a prophet."

The mysterious windbreaker wizard who suddenly appeared in the cemetery flashed in little Cathy's head again. And then, a certain feeling that her future was seen through by the other party made little Cathy get goose bumps all over.

Obviously, sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing - now little Cathy thinks it would be good if she could be as ignorant as other people of her age.

"McLean first --"

She only hesitated a little because of the inexplicable fear in her heart, and found that Maka had disappeared in the direction of the side door of the hall, so that she only shouted half a voice and stopped abruptly.

After that, little Cathy felt a little lucky. Fortunately, she didn't have time to stop Mr. McLean. Otherwise, she was really worried that the other party would tell herself what she had heard in a certain population.

Because in that case, she really didn't know how to face it.

"Miss Pierce, what's the matter?"

Seeing that little Cathy stopped somehow, Boehner asked her with a little doubt. And then he followed little Cathy's eyes, but he didn't find anything that could attract the little girl.

"That was..." little Cathy opened her mouth subconsciously when she heard the speech, but soon she shook her head and changed her mouth, "no, it's okay... I'm just looking at the portrait."

"Oh, you mean Ms. Daisy devont?" Dean Boehner smiled. "Her smile can make people feel warm, can't it? She used to be one of the best therapists in St. Mungo's history, and later became the headmaster of Hogwarts, a great female wizard..."

As he told little Cathy about the story of Ms. devont, he led her on to the stairs. Soon they went upstairs.

Just as little Cathy followed him up the stairs and was about to go to the second floor, she couldn't help glancing at the other side of the hall.

Why is Maka here today? Will you really ask yourself if you want to go to France?

These two problems have become a thorn in little Cathy's heart. The feeling of pain at the touch really makes her pull or not.

……

"Mr. McLean, this spare potion preparation room is still for you to use - Mr. smeszyk said that he will explain it when the Dean comes back later."

"Oh, thank you very much... If you don't happen to be unable to leave now, I'm sure I'll thank him now."

Still in the potion preparation room at the back of the hall, Maka let the old lady gently float to the hospital bed and lie down, nodding to the trainee therapist Pai who accompanied him.

"Of course, thank you for helping me prepare this bed," he said.

Pai didn't dare to neglect the young wizard who was several years younger than himself.

Yes, even though he had seen Maka many times before, he still looked quite reserved. Because he knew very well that, let alone fight with Haier Bo, he was far inferior to the young Mr. McLean in his best treatment.

Not long ago, Mr. McLean was the only one in St. Mungo who could heal so many thorny patients with soul trauma!

"No, no, you're welcome. This is what I should do -" Pai nodded repeatedly. "Well... If you're busy first, I won't bother you!"

Watching the other party respectfully leave the preparation room, although Maka was a little embarrassed about this attitude, she didn't have enough time to correct it as before.

This is not only because he knows he can't correct it, but also because he has more important things to do at the moment.

But when he turned back, he waved to the hospital bed, the translucent soul Rune flashed again, and the Muggle old lady's soul was pulled out of her body again.

It can be seen that in the middle of the semi virtual and semi real soul, the strange gray black is still trying to keep shrinking.

However, since Maka had imposed constraints on him with the help of the soul rules long before he came here, now it can only be repeatedly deadlocked in continuous contraction and expansion, and can not really reintegrate into the soul.

"Come out!"

At the next moment, she saw that Maka pulled the white bed sheet stacked on one side on the spot, took out the pen and ink, bent down, and carefully outlined it on the spot.

Perhaps it was because he had constructed the array for a long time. This time, he moved very fast. He only spent more than ten minutes drawing on the sheet, except for a piece of lines and symbols that are not complex.

Immediately, he covered the sheet directly on the old lady and sent out a steady flow of magic.

Suddenly, with a burst of faint blue light floating from the sheet, magic symbols slowly lifted the gray and black strange material out of the old man's soul.

Since this array can do this, it indirectly confirms Maka's conjecture.

"Sure enough, is it related to the dark magical creatures that wreaked havoc in London?" he silently stared at the group and thought, "or, in fact, this is another backhand that halbo deliberately left when he expected that the monsters would be destroyed."

In fact, since Maka proved the source of the strange material with the runic matrix, this is not just his "conjecture".

It can be said that this is undoubtedly the backhand set by Haier Bo. It can't be wrong!

At that time, Maka put out fires everywhere in downtown London and wiped out all the monsters. But it was not only the end of a disaster, but also the beginning of the next disaster.

After a little thought, he took out a potion bottle and put it in the middle of the rune array on the quilt.

Then he took out his staff and pointed to the medicine bottle decisively.

"Go in."

Before the voice fell, the array on the sheet began to creep up.

A large number of magic words and lines wrapped the mass of material, rushed to the bottle of the medicine bottle, and soon trapped it completely in the bottle.

The faint blue light disappeared due to the loss of Maka's magic support. Maka reached out to pick up the bottle and put it into the bag around her waist.

"Specific research or wait until everything is done!"

On such a thought, he simply didn't open the sheet with the array diagram, turned and left the slightly dark potion preparation room.

……

"Benedictine Benedictine."

Little Cathy's heart jumped when she heard a knock at the door.

Mr. Boehner, the Dean sitting behind his desk, heard the sound and habitually turned his head to look at the schedule on the desk before he said:

"Please come in."

There should be no appointment at this time, and the therapists' reports will be carried out after lunch. So who will come knocking now?

"Click -"

The door handle was unscrewed from the outside, and then came in the main therapist of the biological injury Department on the second floor, hebrat smeszek.

"Dean, I hope I didn't disturb your work!"

Smeszyk's tone is still so light. Even though he was busy like a domestic elf exploited by his master not long ago, his good mood has never been lost.

"Oh, no," said Boehner with a smile. "Look! Next, Miss Pierce is going to be a volunteer in our St. mango for a while. I'm discussing with her what to do!"

"Really?" smeszyk said excitedly, "that sounds good - of course, I don't recommend you to come to our department. Whether it's burns, lacerations or stabs, they look terrible."

Little Cathy, who was sitting on one side, seemed to listen carefully, but her mind was elsewhere now. She didn't even listen when Boehner talked to her just now, let alone now.

"I think the most terrible thing is the strange bacteria infection department," Boehner shrugged and then asked, "by the way, what can I do for you now?"

When the Dean mentioned this, smesuik clapped his hand suddenly.

"Ah! Yes, there's something I have to tell you," he said. "Mr. McLean came again. He said he wanted to borrow a place to examine an old Muggle - Dean, you know, because you were just not here, so I took the initiative to let him use the spare potion preparation room."

Marca's name finally made little Cathy, who was a little absent-minded, come back to her senses.

It seemed that in the hall at that time, she did not see badly - that quite familiar figure was Mr. McLean's right.

"Mr. McLean... Is coming?" she said subconsciously.

Smeszek nodded at her immediately.

"Oh, I remember Miss pierce getting along well with him during her hospitalization?" he thought. "Are you going to see him? Well, I mean, when he's finished?"

"No!"

Little Cathy hurriedly refused, but then she soon realized that the tone was inappropriate, so she quickly added:

"Well, I mean... Mr. McLean must be busy with something very important. I won't delay his precious time."

"That's true," smeszek said. "According to Pai, he really looked in a hurry. Alas, at his age, he should have been studying happily with his classmates in Hogwarts..."

As he was saying this, he suddenly said:

"Speaking of... Miss Pierce, are you going to be old enough to go to Hogwarts?"