Chapter 1197

"You go first! I have to find the Dean, Mr. Boehner, and I'll be back in a minute."

Watching Marca leave slowly along the corridor, Hermione could not help but stop and look at his back. To tell the truth, after listening to Norman Witt's words, they already felt Maka's more dignified mood.

Now, although Marca said he was looking for the dean of St. Mungo, everyone thought he might just want to find a place to be alone.

After they looked at each other, they opened the door in front of them and went in one after another.

"Oh! Ron, Ginny!"

First came Percy, who could see that his first reaction when he saw everyone was a little relieved. Needless to say, if something happens to his brother and sister because of his two stupid letters, he may not forgive himself all his life.

Fortunately, Ron and Ginny seem to be fine with them.

"Percy?" Ron saw him coming this way with vain steps and quickly stepped forward to hold him. "Merlin is on... You really came to London alone and found Fred and George earlier than us!"

"Yes!" Ginny hurriedly came up and said, "Percy, how did you do it? Look, you're even shaking when you walk!"

"Oh, it's actually because I've walked too much today," Percy patted his leg. "In fact, I've recovered a lot. I can even trot a few steps from time to time before I come out of home... Well, OK! Although it doesn't seem to be worth showing off, after all, I did another stupid thing this time."

"No, it's not 'stupid'," Fred said later. "We're really moved... It must be said that this is the first time you've acted like a brother worried about the safety of your brothers."

Before the words were finished, George took over:

"Although you did come in vain, my brother."

At this time, it was the twins' words that made everyone laugh - although there was still some reluctance in everyone's smile.

But, of course, from the way Fred and George look now, Hermione can see that they have indeed changed a lot from before. Even if they still talk with a light and funny, but now the two brothers are accompanied by their wives, no longer like the old playful faces.

People will grow, even this pair of living treasures.

Just as Hermione was feeling secretly, she heard Ginny look around and say:

"What about mom and dad? Aren't they here?"

"Oh, they went out to look for you before," Percy said. "But lupin just sent a message that they have arrived at Diagon lane. It's just that they can't come back for the time being because the road is becoming more and more dangerous... Of course, don't worry, Diagon lane is safe now."

"That's good," Ginny and Ron nodded at the speech. "... that's good."

"Anyway, sit down and have a rest!" said Fred. "You look tired... And tell us what's going on outside? How did you get here..."

Looking at them, they began to get together and exchange their experiences. The windbreaker wizard who had been standing at the door paused a little. Suddenly, as if he didn't want to disturb their conversation, he left the ward silently.

……

The corridor outside the ward looked very busy. Patients and nurses came and went. Maka walked in the meantime and had to give way from time to time, so she didn't walk very fast.

When he came up before, he had met his old acquaintance Lockhart, and he also saw that the other party seemed to enjoy this kind of life.

I have to say, that guy is one of the few people who can still enjoy himself in this situation. I don't know if he really has a big heart? Still sedulously anesthetizing himself with that smile.

Not long after, Maka went down the stairs to the rest area on the sixth floor, found an empty place and sat down.

Compared with the bustle of the lower floors, there are obviously fewer people here. Because no one bothered, Maka soon fell into a slightly confused meditation.

In fact, he still has the preparation in advance.

Because he had long guessed that when the big stone in the sky fell, Haier Bo would inevitably act, so he also prepared some solutions early.

But he never thought that Haier Bo might have collected the volume of summoning art of abataier.

What is the so-called "demon summoning"? He really knows nothing about it.

Suddenly, Maka thought of the "beast" he had just met outside the entrance of St. Mungo - the mental confusion shown by the other party, which made him have some specious conjectures in his heart.

As mentioned before, ancient summoning is divided into "spirit summoning" and "devil summoning", and the former is mainly a summoning theory with material as the main body and spirit as the core.

Yes, today's deformation is a branch extracted from this theory.

So, is another category of summoning art corresponding to spirit summoning art a magic theory with spirit as the main body?

Although it can be speculated according to the theoretical possibility, it is difficult for Maka to imagine what the "demon summoning" actually is.

Especially in some ancient documents and books, he also found that ancient wizards usually regarded these two kinds of summoning spells as different systems. It can be seen that the two may not have the relative relationship he analyzed above.

With few clues, even if he could guess, it was difficult to figure out why.

Just when Maka thought anxiously, a figure suddenly appeared from the other side of the stairs, which made him interrupt his thinking a little and turn his head.

"Why are you here?"

Maka looked at the windbreaker wizard coming to her side and showed a shallow smile.

"Let me guess, is Hermione worried about me again?"

"No," the other party shook his head gently, "although I think she must be worried about you... Including miss Lovegood, they should be the same, but everyone didn't show it this time."

"Oh," said makaton with a shrug, "they are really considerate."

Yes, what he needs now is a quiet that can make him calm down and think. If Hermione and Luna show up here, it will only make him more worried.

"What about you?" Marca looked at each other and said, "why did you come with me - do you have any suggestions to tell me?"

Although he often deliberately did not care about the existence of the windbreaker wizard, he never forgot some reasons why the other party would appear in front of him.

The witch whose identity everyone doesn't know is undoubtedly a key.

"Any suggestions?" but he was stunned. "Well... I don't think so, Mr. McLean. I just wanted to see you."

Listening to the surprisingly sweet voice, Maka didn't know what to say. After a while, he shook his head slowly and asked:

"I wanted to ask before. Why don't you hide your voice all of a sudden?"

"... because it's not needed."

The other party seemed to sip her lips. It sounded that some words might linger in her heart for a long time, but she couldn't reveal them in the end.

After a little hesitation, Maka watched her step by step to the window and looked at the scenery outside gradually. The windows here were cursed like those of the Ministry of magic. The London they reflected was not as fresh as the thick fog outside.

Unfortunately, compared with what I saw just before I came in, this beauty makes people feel a subtle cruelty.

While the battles outside are still going on, maybe they should go out and help. At least, although that may be a futile effort to cure the symptoms rather than the root cause, it can make them feel better at least.

However, Maka just looked at the "blue sky" outside and was immersed in difficult thinking again.

It must be said that if even he gave up thinking, there would be no room for turning around the disaster that was about to become more and more serious.

……

When Maka looked out of the window with the windbreaker wizard on the sixth floor of St. Mungo, the changes in the city continued relentlessly.

Just like pansy's friend iluli, when the hidden danger of the magic ceremony broke out in many believers, she was obviously not as lucky as pansy. She happened to have a powerful helper who could remove her influence.

In the lowest dungeon of the Ministry of magic, eluli's eyes have been occupied by turbid black. Her beast like instinct makes her try to break through the prison door and escape from this dark and cold place.

"Dang -"

Suddenly, she hit the solid iron fence with another punch. Even if her hands were already full of blood, she still didn't feel it.

But I have to say that compared with other "believers" outside, she is lucky.

In her body, the remaining goblin blood played a strange power invisibly, so that she would not be completely controlled by the irritable instinct like the "beast" met by Maka.

She just knocked on the iron door with magic, swayed between reason and instinct, and fought with herself again and again.

Fortunately, since Ministry of the magic had no one to take care of the dungeon, no one came to break her state of the spontaneous struggle, which barely gave her a chance to regain her original heart.

"Dang -"

The sound of heavy knocks echoed again and again in the deserted dungeon, as if it would never stop.