Chapter 1025

Hermione finally couldn't talk to the mysterious windbreaker for too long.

Maybe it's because the other party doesn't want to say more, or because they don't have a common language that can set up a dialogue. Until the end of lunchtime, Hermione couldn't find some useful words from the windbreaker's fragmented and simple response.

In addition to the first sentence, the other party's vacillation when referring to Maka.

Half an hour after lunch, Maka sat on the high stand of Quidditch stadium, watching Hermione do flight practice in the field and enjoying the tranquility brought by the warm spring equinox.

Of course, the windbreaker wizard who was used to following him also took his seat behind him.

"Call -"

Looking at the figure of Hermione passing by the stage at high speed, which seemed to have a little show off, Maka couldn't help laughing. The more at this time, the more he hopes that such days can last forever.

Unfortunately, some people may not agree with him.

"... do you like this season?"

Suddenly, Maka asked casually, and what he asked was naturally the "new friend" sitting in the back and staring at the back of his head.

However, he soon heard the other party's answer - although it may be slightly different from his expected answer.

"I don't know."

"Really?" Maka nodded. "At least I like it very much... I like early spring, especially the sunny morning. I will sit on the roof outside the window, blowing the sea breeze and looking at the intersection of the sea and the sky... That can make me forget a lot of unpleasant things."

"I don't hate the sea."

On the way, he suddenly heard the windbreaker wizard behind him interrupt.

Although she was interrupted, Maka didn't care. Instead, she let go of some memories in her heart and said something wonderful:

"In that case, why didn't I see you go to the beach when I was on the island?"

When the other party heard the speech, he seemed to be a little silent and said after a few seconds:

"Maybe it's because I've seen enough? Besides, I just don't hate it. I can't say how much I like it."

For such endless words, Maka naturally can't understand, but it won't prevent him from being an ordinary audience.

After all, the so-called audience sometimes doesn't need to know too much, as long as he is responsible for listening.

Soon, when the two were talking aimlessly, Hermione practiced several times on the court, whirled quickly and stopped above the bleachers.

"Take a break?"

Maka raised her head slightly and narrowed her eyes to block the dazzling midday sun.

Hermione, riding on a broomstick, shook her head.

"No... I just want to ask, when will things outside be completely over?"

As soon as she asked, Maka couldn't help smiling. It is not Miss Granger's style to ask such a question that she knows there is no answer - it is inevitably suspected that she has nothing to say.

"Solve it as soon as possible!" he said, suddenly turning again. "Hermione, do you need me to practice with you for a while? I think you must know that Quidditch is a team sport, and even the seeker needs to cooperate."

If in the past, Maka offered to be a partner, which may be what Hermione wanted. Even if she didn't like Quidditch very much at that time, she must have picked up the broom and flew into the sky with Marca.

But today, Hermione unexpectedly shook her head again, and the expression on her face even took a trace of determination.

"No, No."

Then, seeing that she seemed to be hiding something, Maka pulled up the handle of the broom and flew back into the air. Soon, there was only a small figure.

"That's Miss Granger, isn't it?" said the windbreaker behind her. "I think she should have a lot of worries in her heart."

Maka was stunned and then said to herself:

"In fact, everyone's heart is complex, and there are things they can't tell others. Especially when their goals are entangled with hesitation."

"Can hesitation be eliminated? Maybe if you go, she will say."

"Well, maybe so."

Maka unexpectedly affirmed the words of the people behind her.

"But," he added, "although I'm afraid it's just my 'arrogance', I still have to say - Hermione Granger is a strong girl. No one has the right to bind her, even if she uses care as an excuse."

As for that, he paused slightly.

"Of course, proper care is also necessary. After all, everyone will be tired - at the beginning, she and another girl told me this."

Maka had a headache at the thought of the "three-way meeting" in the Hogwarts library at that time.

After hearing Maka's words, the windbreaker wizard sitting behind couldn't help but sip his mouth.

"'No one has the right to bind her '......?"

After a long silence, the other party looked at the outline of his back and silently thought:

"... it is his respect for others that enables me to sit here safely and not worry about revealing my identity!"

Maka is certainly not a "good man" as people often say, because even for that despicable halbo, he never feels that the other party's actions are wrong;

But he is definitely not a villain. After all, even when he treats a stubborn girl as a child, he always holds the heart of respect.

"What an awkward fellow."

……

When Maka and the windbreaker left, it was still sent by Hermione.

However, at the moment of stepping on the front lawn to the school gate, Maka suddenly looked back and saw the faint gold on the astronomical tower.

Under the sunshine, it reflects the brilliance of burning eyes

A few days later, Maka returned to school again, but this time he was no longer just two people.

On the same day, he, old victor and the old bishop came to the hillside near the school gate with a big guy wrapped in a huge canvas. Of course, the windbreaker wizard still followed him quietly, did nothing and said nothing.

After demaka waved his staff and put down the tall object close to a house on the hillside grass, the old bishop asked Muggle hands sent by the queen to follow closely and arrived here by transport helicopter.

It seems that in order to deal with the big stone about to fall, Maka really took great pains.

This time, temporarily living back to Hogwarts castle is a meaningful thing for Maka. The only regret is that he can't go back to his original office. At present, he can only live in the guest room located in the vice fort with several colleagues.

As for the Muggles outside, although they felt a little sorry, they had to put up tents and drill sleeping bags.

"At least it won't be too cold these nights."

After dinner that day, Maka finally reunited with his "old classmates", and they simply sat together on the long table in the auditorium.

At present, he is playing the wizard chess invented by him with Ron.

"Fire dragon, H3 to H7 - Ron, don't just plan to gather the main force to attack the castle. The overall situation is much more important than the local situation."

"Giant, D9 advance four squares!" Ron pointed to the chessboard and then said, "Hey, Marca, I won't be fooled by you... You see that the power in the middle of me is too strong for fear that I will directly break through your defense?"

"Really?" Maka then glanced at him mysteriously. "I'll tell you with facts today that the power of wizards can also be great - Wizards, G20 to H20!"

"What? Do you want to break my castle with a wizard?" Ron shouted immediately. "How is this possible? Have you forgotten that it takes three rounds for a wizard to attack the door?"

Maka smiled proudly when she heard the speech.

"You don't have to play this game anymore," he said. "Calculate by yourself, how many non combat pieces can you return to the gate of the castle within three rounds?"

"Er..."

While Ron kept counting the steps, the little wizards around him burst into laughter.

"Well, well," Marca waved her hand, "this is your most promising set, but unfortunately, the three consecutive defeats have been decided - go back and do your homework!"

At least he was a professor not long ago. He didn't let everyone get together and make trouble for too long. After driving everyone in the auditorium back to the common room, he turned back and went to the outside of the auditorium gate.

Because Luna and Hermione were among the people who didn't come to the auditorium just now.

Marca learned from Charlotte that Luna and Hermione usually practice Quidditch in two periods of time every day.

If Hermione is before class in the afternoon, Luna will occupy the whole venue after school in the afternoon, and then they will go together after dinner and homework.

Not long after, Maka came to the Quidditch court in the stars, and then he saw two figures chasing each other in the sky.

In fact, I can't see very clearly under the night. Only when the moon sticks out its head from behind the clouds can I see the outline of their rapid flight more clearly.

"Don't you fly up for a while?"

Cold, he heard a familiar voice nearby. This time it was not the windbreaker wizard who had been running around with him recently, but Charlotte who often came quietly to enjoy Quidditch practice.

"Forget it!" Maka seemed to know her arrival long ago, and didn't look back. "I think they don't want me to disturb them now!"

However, how long can such days last?