Chapter 1198

"You're back? Where's Maka? He didn't come with you?"

Hermione greeted the windbreaker as soon as she saw him coming in from the door.

In the ward, when others heard Hermione speak, they turned their heads and looked towards the door.

"He said he would go back to Hogwarts first and pick up Mr. Potter," the windbreaker seemed to notice that Ashley on the hospital bed was asleep, so she put her voice very softly. "He also asked me to inform everyone to prepare. Tonight, he will send everyone to the burrow for the night --"

At this point, she paused a little, and then added to Hermione alone:

"Including your parents."

"Oh, no... he can't do that," Hermione said and stepped back. "Well, I mean, I agree to send my parents to the burrow, but I must stay!"

"Yes," the windbreaker nodded. "Mr. McLean has guessed that you will say so... In fact, he also wants to respect your opinion, but this time the situation is different from before. Therefore, he hopes you can make a decision after carefully considering your parents' feelings."

"Parents' feelings... Is that what he said?" Hermione shook her head in a daze and couldn't help saying to herself, "this is really a 'cunning' way of advice."

While Hermione stood there in silence, Ginny and Ron could not help but look at each other speechless.

To be honest, they don't know whether they should stay here or not. Because even if they have some abilities now, the previous situation shows that the power they can contribute is still quite small.

Therefore, compared with not standing in the way and affecting Maka's play, they don't know which choice can help Maka better.

Seeing Hermione not talking, the windbreaker finally said:

"Anyway, think about it! If you still have any different ideas after careful thinking, you can talk to Marca when he comes back with Harry."

Having said that, she didn't like to speak very much, so she quietly found a place to sit down, picked up a Book placed next to her and read it alone.

Soon, Ron sitting next to Percy suddenly whispered:

"Many people say that Marca is actually very similar to Professor Dumbledore, but I don't think they have much in common. If it were Professor Dumbledore, he would be more supportive of the idea we are trying to participate in... Er, I say, don't you think?"

"No -" Fred shrugged.

"Where's a teacher who'll let his students catch up and die?" George patted Ron on the shoulder and took Fred's words.

Ron scratched his head at George's words.

"Oh," he said with embarrassment on his face, "it seems impossible to hear you say so..."

Just then Ginny, sitting not far away, said coldly:

"I can't say what Professor Dumbledore is... But look outside! I think the kind of teacher you said still exists, George."

"Oh, all right!" George was stunned and spread his hands. "I have to admit that you have a good point... But Professor Dumbledore must not --"

"No!"

Before he finished, Hermione, who was silent, turned and said:

"Ron... Maybe you're right."

"That's right?" Ron was still thinking about George's words, listening to Hermione's mouth, almost subconsciously. "Do you mean that Professor Dumbledore, like halebo, will let the students die?"

"What are you talking about!" Hermione glanced at him. "Forget George's words quickly! I mean, Professor Dumbledore would prefer us to grow up through constant experience."

Before the voice fell, Hermione explained:

"In fact, the biggest difference between Professor Dumbledore and Marca was that he was very old. And... Although it was just my guess, I kept thinking that he might have been ready for his own death."

"However, although people's life span is limited, the difficulties in this world are infinite. They need to be faced by generations of living people."

At this point, she paused a little and then said:

"Of course, what Ron said at the beginning is not exactly right, because there are indeed many similarities between the professor and Marca. You can recall the deeds of Professor Dumbledore when he was young - he could run alone to duel with each other in order to stop greenward from doing evil. Isn't that what Marca has been doing?"

"However, one's strength is always limited. After greenward was finally put in prison, the International Federation of wizards took a long time to clean up the mess. During this period, the rest of greenward's party still caused great harm to the whole European magic world."

"Perhaps at that time, Professor Dumbledore understood this truth. Therefore, since then, he has always tried his best to stand behind the scenes and guide everyone, and even served as the president of the Federation for a long time."

"... so?"

Ginny seemed to understand what Hermione was trying to say, but she obviously couldn't grasp the key.

"So," Hermione organized her thoughts and then took the shortcut, "we all know the current situation - including the meteorite that is about to fall on Hogwarts, the black wizard who is making trouble in London, and even the" demon summoning "that sounds terrible..."

"Obviously, Maka can't handle so many things at the same time. This is when he needs help most so far!"

As she was saying this, Hermione suddenly shook her head and then turned to say:

"And one thing, I think I've always been wrong - we shouldn't have been trying to help Marca. Think about what halbowan might do after he occupied London and even took control of the whole British magic world?"

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At present, Marka doesn't know what Hermione thinks, because he just appeared outside the school.

Speaking of it, this time, because things had become so bad, he didn't even think about letting Harry stay.

Yes, even he was thinking that Harry might have mastered the Gryffindor sword and had a considerable power.

"Harry?"

Walking through the deserted grass in the vestibule, Maka hurried into the castle. Along the way, by asking about the portraits everywhere in the corridor, he knew that Harry had returned to the responsive room.

When he opened the door of the room, he suddenly found that it was in a mess. Almost all the magic dolls used to practice dueling were scattered, and the parts of various parts were scattered all over the ground.

In the middle of the room, Harry himself lay on his back, breathing heavily.

"What are you doing? Do you do rehabilitation training for yourself?"

"Maka!"

Hearing Maka's voice at the door, he climbed up cleanly.

"Oh, thank God you're back at last! I'll tell you --"

"Don't say it yet," said Marca, stepping over the thigh of a doll that fell at the door. "Hurry and clean up. We'll go now!"

Harry was stunned.

"Where are you going?"

"San mungo."

Marca didn't explain much. He just urged Harry to bring everything he should bring. Seeing his worried look, Harry thought he was going to ask him for help, so he hurried out of here.

But just as he walked into the corridor outside, before the door of the response room disappeared, he suddenly said:

"Marca, do you know the password for the lounge?"

"Password?" Maka was stunned. "Where else is there a password now... Hmm? Is there really one?"

After seeing Harry's bitter face, even if his heart was full of anxiety, he shook his head in tears and laughter.

"Let's go! I'll go with you..." he said as he walked. "So is Mrs. fat. Now you're the only student in the school. What's the use of a password?"

Gryffindor's common room and responsive house were on the eighth floor. They didn't spend much time and quickly rushed to the entrance of the lounge. Looking at the fat lady who was dozing while the glass in her hand overturned, Maka had to reach out and knock on her picture frame.

"Hey, madam, wake up!"

"No, it's useless. The fat lady just got drunk half an hour ago..." Harry said helplessly, "Marca, maybe you don't know. I sat here half an hour ago and guessed the password for a whole hour!"

"Oh, that's really hard for you."

Maka sighed and didn't bother to sober up the fat lady. She directly cast a special spell to replace the portrait in the castle and moved the picture frame to one side.

"Come on in! We have to get there as soon as possible - before it's dark!"

As Harry walked quickly into the common room, Marca leaned against the stair railing next to him and continued to think about other things in this gap.

After waiting for a moment, Harry hurried out again with his box and his owl Hedwig, and they left Hogwarts immediately.

"It seems that after sending everyone to the burrow, you have to remember to come back."

When Marca and Harry came to the school gate again, he couldn't help looking back and took Harry directly to the suburbs of London.

"Oh! This... What the hell is going on?"

Harry's face changed again and again in front of the barrier like fog, and he was almost speechless. But just behind him, Maka just patted him on the arm.

"Don't think too much. You'll know the details in a moment... Now take out your broom! We have to fly for the rest of the journey."