Chapter 1199

"What's the matter with you?"

As soon as she returned to St. Mungo's ward, Maka saw that everyone except the windbreaker wizard, including Ashley on the hospital bed, looked at herself silently.

This line of sight is very strange, there is a subtle sense of firmness, as if they have made some major decisions.

Behind Marca, Harry, who was puzzled because he had been blocking the door, poked his head a little, but he was stunned when he found that the ward was full of acquaintances.

"Oh, why is everyone here? Shouldn't you -"

"Harry!"

Ginny was the first one who couldn't help it.

Although because of Hermione's previous words, everyone had an impulse to fight for their future, so they wanted to discuss the future with Marca.

But as soon as she saw her boyfriend who had been waiting for a long time finally appeared in front of her, Ginny still couldn't hold down her thoughts and ran towards the door.

"Oh," Hermione pursed helplessly, "although I can understand Ginny's mood, the momentum of the next conversation will be much worse... I don't know whether Marca can let us stay."

Of course, no matter how upset Hermione is, at least Ginny is happy now.

Seeing the little girl running towards her, Marca consciously stood aside, making room for Harry and Ginny.

Then he strolled to an empty chair in the middle of the ward and sat down - he had just seen that the chair placed in the center of people's sight was mostly prepared for him.

"It seems that you want to talk to me," Marca shrugged. "Don't you agree with my decision to send you all to the burrow for refuge?"

Hermione looked at Maka and, after a moment of silence, suddenly said:

"Maka, although we don't know much, we can see that you have been under too much pressure. Maka, don't hold on any longer. Obviously, a lot of things can't be borne by one person..."

Maka listened to Hermione's words of true feelings. For a long time, he gently nodded his head.

But then I heard him say:

"Hermione, didn't I ask you to think about your parents before making a decision? Have you really thought about it?"

"Marca, you're so cunning," Hermione said with a little complaint, and then turned to her, "but I've figured it out now. In fact, it's because of our parents and our family that we want to stay to resist halbo's plot, isn't it?"

Hermione knew that what she said to Maka didn't need to be too wordy, because she believed that Maka herself could understand what she wanted to convey from such a simple sentence.

After seeing that Maka hesitated a little because of her words, she further said:

"Maka, I think you must have a plan - tell us about it! If... I mean, if you really can solve everything without our help, we can go to the burrow and wait for your good news quietly. Although it must be difficult, we can endure it if we know you will be all right."

As she was saying this, Hermione suddenly shook her head, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

"But," she said, "if you're not sure, let's stay! We're not just trying to help you, but also for our family, the magic world and our own future."

After hearing Hermione's words, Marca couldn't help thinking for a moment again. This time, he spent a lot of time thinking, and finally shook his head slightly and said:

"Has anyone told you that sometimes you are really persuasive..."

"No, I don't think so," Hermione said. "At least, it's never easy to convince you, but this time thanks to Professor Dumbledore."

"Huh?"

When Maka heard her murmur, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows. It was obvious that she was a little confused about her reference to Professor Dumbledore here.

"Oh, no, nothing," Hermione smiled immediately. "We just discussed what Professor Dumbledore would do in this case."

"Really?" Marca thought for a while, then waved her hand. "In short, I already understand what you mean... Well, at least let me think about it again! We'll think about it all night and wait until tomorrow morning."

……

Unknowingly, the sky finally darkened.

Perhaps in other corners of the world, the fall of night means that the day is about to pass. But in this misty London, I'm afraid no one can sleep at ease.

Everything may have just begun.

At present, scrimger is speaking in the atrium square of the Ministry of magic, and his audience is all the members still working in the Ministry.

It must be said that the situation in London is so severe that some magic department employees have secretly fled London.

Everyone can feel that the panic is no longer an illusion.

At present, the vast majority of Aurors and black wizard batters in the Ministry have been sent out. At the moment, they are led by Kingsley and Sirius to fight against halbo's men who are in trouble in London.

Even so, there is still a shortage of manpower.

Therefore, Scrimgeour knew that he must stand up and do something now, because if even the Ministry of magic is distracted, the whole British magic world may soon fall into a semi paralyzed situation.

As Hermione said, in this case, one's strength is always limited. Because maintenance is much more difficult than destruction. Haier Bo can be unscrupulous, but they have to take too much into account.

Not only is Hermione their strength, at this time, more people need to support together.

Of course, it may be because of Maka's previous strong moves, so that even if someone runs away because of fear, he doesn't dare to turn around to help Haier Bo do evil.

There is no doubt that this has been a great help to today's bad situation.

"... we are the British Ministry of magic, and each of us represents the dignity and glory of the majority of British wizards! We were born in this land, studied in Hogwarts, worked in the Ministry of magic, and got married on this land - we can't leave here, because this is our home!"

"Now, this is the time, now! Many of our colleagues are fighting bravely to resist the invasion and restore order. In order to let them have no worries, we should do our best to do what we should do!"

"Just now, our colleagues from the International Magic Cooperation Department have contacted the wizard Federation. I believe that the Federation will soon send support to help us. Therefore, please don't panic. I will continue to work with you in our respective posts -"

"... in the end, we will usher in the dawn of victory!"

Even though scrimgeor was scared to death at the moment, he still insisted on making his speech impassioned. I have to say that he did a good job this time - except for his dead face, which always couldn't make a proper expression, he looked more or less diaphragmatic.

However, there are obviously no fools who can stand here and listen to him. They all look at the outside reality one by one.

There may be some people who agree with slinger's speech. After all, a large part of what he said is true.

To be honest, now everyone is more hesitant.

Skinger looked at the men and women wizards whispering below. He couldn't help but sigh secretly and subconsciously went to the statue of Maka given by the Muggle queen in the rear.

"McLean, don't you have the most ideas? Think of a way quickly! If it goes on like this, I don't know how long I can last..."

But he didn't know that Maka was not worried about the unrest in London at all. After all, compared with Norman's "demon summoning", this trouble is really not a big deal.

What's more, seeing that the "big stone" above her head is about to fall to the ground, if Haier Bo's action has not been stopped before then, the two things will collide, even if Merlin is reborn, she can only look and sigh.

In St. Mungo's ward, Marca sat quietly in front of the window and pulled the curtains open. Although I know that the night scene outside the window is completely an illusion created by magic spells, it is much better to look at the gorgeous lights in the night than to stay in the room and stare at the ground.

Not far from him, the windbreaker wizard was still silently looking at the previous book. From time to time, she would raise her head and look at Maka's side face. The book in her hand often turned a page gently after a long time.

As for the others in the ward, except that Luna was eating a big apple, everyone seemed to have no appetite.

"No matter what to do next, you won't have the strength to do anything until you're full?" Luna whispered, touching Hermione's elbow. "So when can we have dinner?"

"I'm not hungry. I really can't eat... Er," Hermione looked at her and couldn't help but say, "aren't you eating?"

"It's just fruit before dinner," Luna was saying. She suddenly lowered her head and took a big bite with a click. "Would you like one too? If you can't eat, it can help you appetizer!"

"Oh, no," Hermione waved quickly. "I mean, really not."