Chapter 1010

For Hermione and others who went to school in Hogwarts, they just lay in bed last night with their eyes closed and open; But on Marca's side, it seems a little long.

In the world of black, white and gray, he wandered from afternoon to night, but he still didn't find anything valuable.

To be honest, it was a quiet and tasteless space.

Although we can see everything that exists in the real world, there is no vitality in it, as if... The whole world seems to be close at hand, but it is actually out of reach.

There, he noticed only two changes:

First, this black-and-white space still has the limit of scope. Beyond the suburbs of London, there is only endless darkness left.

As for the second point

"Originally, will it be dark here?"

Walking down a street, Maka looked at the darkness around her and couldn't help realizing that it should be nightfall.

With the passage of time, the distorted figures representing Muggles in the street are gradually thinning out.

After walking a little further, Maka found a public bench for rest in the square and sat down in silence.

Of course, even if he took a break, his continuously running brain didn't stop at all.

But just a moment later, in addition to Maka, another figure in this dead space suddenly appeared at the edge of the square.

Immersed in thinking, Maka didn't ignore each other's appearance, but even if he knew that the man was coming to him, he didn't look back.

"Mr. McLean..."

The series of undisguised footsteps stopped slowly behind Maka. Not long after, the hoarse soft call also sounded and fell into his ears.

"Yes."

There is no no no response, but there is no specific words.

To be honest, in the face of this windbreaker wizard whose origin and whereabouts are unknown, Maka doesn't know what to say. In other words, he is not sure whether he can say something at all.

Seeing that Maka didn't do anything, she gave a crisp hum, the other party gave a little meal, and then continued:

"Mr. McLean, did you... Find anything on your side?"

"Discovery?" Marca leaned against the back of the bench and pointed up. "It will be dark here - is this a discovery?"

"Please... Please stop making such silly jokes."

Somehow, although the other party's voice is still hoarse, it seems to have an inexplicable delicacy. That's not so much accusing Maka as... Making trouble?

However, whether it is accusation or embarrassment, the slightly hidden anxiety is revealed a little bit.

"OK, OK, I know." Maka waved her hand gently with her back to each other. "But I really don't know how to communicate with you... Not only that, I thought I had understood the meaning of your presence here, but now I really can't understand your actions more and more."

"So, what are you going to --"

At this point, he thought for a while, and finally took back the following words as last time. Because in the bottom of his heart, there was always a tight bottom line to contain his impending confusion.

"Sure enough, forget it!" Marca said. "You don't have to say anything and do what you should do... I just hope you show up here on the premise that you know exactly what you should do."

In fact, his words simply wanted to show that he would not interfere with each other's actions. But what he didn't expect was that his words seemed to suddenly stimulate each other's nerves.

"Of course I know what I should do! Of course I know! In order to achieve my heart's wish, I can do anything, so I abandoned everything and came here!"

"But... But..."

The husky voice behind him suddenly became excited, and the tone increased again and again. But for some reason that Maka didn't know, the mood that seemed to burst out soon fell again.

Listening to the high and low self talk, Maka obviously didn't know why.

However, he did not turn a blind eye to each other's mood agitation. After making sure that he would not say anything superfluous, he gently nodded his head and calmly said:

"OK... Although I can't say I can understand you, I feel sincerity and persistence from your emotions. Therefore, I still say - do what you want! As long as you know what you're doing."

Just then, Maka turned to say:

"Of course, if your actions conflict with mine, I will stick to my ideas - I hope you can understand this."

The voice dropped a little, and the square was silent again.

After a few minutes, the voice sounded again, but this time it had come to the public bench where Maka sat.

"I can understand," said the unidentified windbreaker, slightly lowering his head and looking at Marka, "and I will stick to it according to my own ideas. Because a man once said to me that there has never been right or wrong in the world, only 'I think right' and 'I think wrong'."

"Oh?" Maka suddenly stood up, walked to the other end of the square and said casually, "that's very good, but... That's really a selfish person?"

In fact, just when the other party came to him, he just turned his head to see the face always hidden under the brim of his hat. But from the beginning to the end, he didn't want to take a look at it.

Looking at the back of Maka leaving, the windbreaker wizard stared for a long time until he couldn't see it. He turned and left silently.

"Selfish? No, I don't feel at all..."

It was still the hoarse voice that drew a less neat end to the unknown conversation.

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"... listen, I think something's wrong with the order of the Phoenix! And... I'm afraid it's still related to Maka."

Not to mention that night, Marca's search was fruitless again. After lunch the next day, Hermione called Harry and others to the Gryffindor lounge for assembly.

Yes, not only Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville at Gryffindor college, but also some R.A. members of Ravenclaw and hutchpatch were pulled by her.

Now, Hareton, who had just sat down in the corner, asked:

"Hermione, what's going on? What's the matter with the order of the Phoenix?"

Ron and others echoed Harry's question. After all, Hermione's words were really sudden and confusing.

But Hermione immediately shook her head and said:

"No, the details are not clear, because actually I'm just guessing - Harry and Ron, do you remember that in our deformation class this morning, an owl came to the classroom to deliver a letter to Professor McGonagall?"

"Ah! Um..." Harry nodded. "Yes, I remember... But what's the matter?"

"I heard Miss Witt say that her principal assistant is responsible for receiving letters, sorting out materials, and even acting as an agent for screening, reputation writing and reply. All normal letters will be sent directly to the principal's office by owls and collected by her..."

As for this, she drew closer and said in a smaller voice:

"Unless it's some secret letter that can only be viewed by Professor McGonagall himself - you know, for example, from the order of the Phoenix."

When they were at Black's old house, they all read information in the reception room for some time. Hermione, in particular, has always kept those experiences in mind and has never forgotten them until now.

She knows a lot about the intelligence exchange between the order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts.

"Of course," Hermione paused and suddenly added, "although it's most likely to think so, I can't say I'm 100% sure... Just looking at Professor McGonagall's expression at that time, I don't think it's a trivial matter."

Hearing Hermione's words so clearly, everyone couldn't help but be silent - although it was quiet these days, everyone knew that as long as Haier Bo was still there, things couldn't end so easily.

The storm that should come will come sooner or later.

"So... What should I do?" Neville said solemnly. "If I need to go out and see the situation first, I can ask for leave - you know, I applied for the right to visit my family in San Mungo every weekend."

"Neville -"

Hannah sitting next to him was trying to say something, but Neville turned his face and shook his head at her. Maybe they had some agreement during this time. Hannah closed her mouth gently when she saw it.

Hermione also looked at Neville, and after a moment's deliberation, she nodded.

"Neville, with your current skills, you are also the most suitable candidate... But you must remember to be careful. Just check the situation and don't do anything dangerous!"

Looking at Neville nodding slightly, Hermione reorganized her mind and continued:

"It's obvious that Maka left Hogwarts to concentrate on dealing with halebo, but I'm afraid it also includes the idea of attracting halebo's attention and making Hogwarts peaceful. Therefore, even if we want to help him, we can't ruin Maka's mind for the school -"

"Moreover, although we have made great progress, we are undoubtedly quite vulnerable in front of Haier's wave. When the prospect is still unclear, no matter what happens, we must not be impulsive. We will wait until Neville comes back!"

After a few serious instructions, she finally said:

"Before that... Well, after school, I'll go to Professor McGonagall to test her attitude!"