Chapter 1221

No, I can't find... Nowhere!

Maka was stunned to find that the time converter that had been around since the last use suddenly seemed to disappear out of thin air and could not be found.

"Marca? What are you looking for?"

Hermione couldn't help asking when she was looking for him in the bag around her waist.

"If... If it doesn't matter, you can tell me and I'll help you find it!"

Because Marca mentioned that she couldn't talk to her more before, Hermione hesitated more or less before asking.

"Oh, um..." Maka quickly raised her head and said, "no, don't worry! Even if I can't find it, I have several other spare ones to put elsewhere. Not to mention, I can go to the Ministry of magic to get them..."

At this point, he immediately shook his head and stood up gently holding the girl in his arms.

It must be said that even if he had thought of the possibility of saving Luna, there was obviously more than one time converter. But when holding Luna's gradually cold body, his heart was still heavy.

Then she lowered her head slightly. After using the cleaning spell to clean all the blood on Luna, Maka looked back at the glass window of the department store and said:

"Anyway, go back to St. Mungo and let Luna lie down... By the way, I don't think you'll go out next. Stay in St. Mungo! Just... Just take it as my request - seriously, Hermione! If something happens to you, I really can't bear it."

"Of course, I know," Hermione pursed her mouth and touched the tears on her face that haven't dried up yet. "I've deeply realized that it's really my fault... It's outrageous."

"No, don't say that. There's nothing wrong with you. It's the despicable helbo."

As Maka was talking, she suddenly glanced over the street.

It can be seen that the Wizards brought by aginbad are still standing there. In fact, after seeing the confrontation between Maka and Haier Bo just now, the members of these volunteer teams were obviously a little shaken.

However, after seeing them, Maka remembered that the disaster in the city continued, and there were more than one or two people like Luna who were teased by fate?

"Sorry, because of the accident just now, I may have to wait a little longer to lead you to Diagon lane. But please rest assured that I have not forgotten my responsibility!"

"So, I also ask everyone to cheer up. After all, although the ancient wizard helbo is powerful, he is only a black wizard after all."

Speaking of this, Maka paused a little.

"And," he continued, "London still needs your help - next, I'll do my best to solve the crisis, and please do me a favor in other places that I can't take care of alone."

"... I am here to thank all the people who live in this city for your support."

"Mr. McLean, it's all right!" the captain of a team quickly replied, "we've seen what happened just now. To tell you the truth, your strength enough to drive halebo away really gives us a bottom in our heart."

Maka nodded. Although he couldn't laugh now, he forced out a grateful smile.

Just then, the windbreaker wizard who had just got up next to him suddenly thought:

"Mr. McLean, over Diagon lane, let me take them!"

"Oh," said Marca, nodding quickly, "that's good... I'll trouble you."

Before his voice fell, he seemed to think of something and asked with a little hesitation:

"Well, by the way! Do you... Have anything to say?"

"Oh -"

The other party obviously hesitated after hearing it.

Obviously, because of some self-evident secrets, she should be able to guess what Maka wants to do. And it was for this reason that Maka couldn't help asking.

But before long, the windbreaker wizard shook his head slightly.

"No, I don't think I have anything to say." after giving this answer, she subconsciously touched her palm, and finally added, "just... I'm sorry."

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

Watching the other party turn and walk towards the support team, after whispering a few words with the team leaders in the crowd, he took them to Diagon lane. Marca watched a little, then turned around and carefully felt the magic wave of the entrance to San mungo.

"Has the closure been lifted?"

Without feeling anything unusual, Hermione reached out and knocked on the glass, and saw the dummy in the window waving rigidly with its combined hands.

"Hello, asylum seekers, the entrance channel has been opened. Please pass as soon as possible. If you are seriously injured and inconvenient to move, please shout for help immediately, and the refuge point of our hospital will send personnel to assist."

"It should be when halber left that the magic on it failed!" Hermione thought. "Just like the control magic on me."

"Maybe!"

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"Open! Someone has come in! The entrance is open again!"

As soon as she stepped into the ground of the St. Mungo waiting hall, Maka saw a large group of people quickly gathered around. Not only Ron and Harry, but also Mr. aginbad and a group of wizards who followed him at the entrance.

"Marca, it's okay -"

Ron squeezed out of the crowd quickly, but before a word "Ba" jumped out of his mouth, he was stunned at Luna, who was held in her arms by Maka.

"What's the matter with Luna? Is she... Hurt?"

Because Marca had cleaned up Luna before she came in. Coupled with his previous useless treatment, Luna now looks like she is really asleep, so Ron doesn't want to go in the direction of death at all.

But for him, just being injured and unconscious is serious enough, isn't it?

"Well," Marcello said vaguely, "anyway, it's all right... Please make way first. I have to send her up first... Well, she needs to lie down for a while."

In the hospital, the number of patients is naturally the largest. He said it was all right, and everyone didn't doubt it. They were busy and gave way to both sides.

Marca didn't say much nonsense here. She nodded her thanks and trotted to the stairs.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine."

When Harry and Ginny came up to ask themselves, Hermione, who was behind Marca, paused a little and hurriedly replied.

"We had an attack outside... Stop talking here and go up first."

After whispering, Hermione beckoned a group of friends to continue chasing Marca who had run up the stairs.

A moment later, several people returned to the ward where they had only left for a short time.

But this time, Luna was the one lying in the hospital bed.

"Marca, what... What happened?"

Harry looked worried, because although he didn't see anything wrong with Marca and Hermione, he always felt that every word they said showed a trace of depression.

Intuition told him that something bad must have happened.

In fact, it may be because they have experienced a lot of heavy things. At present, everyone except Harry has a similar feeling.

"Just now Hermione said you had an attack?" Harry couldn't help asking as he watched Marca place Luna on the hospital bed and cover her with a quilt. "Is it halbo? What did he do to Luna?"

"It's really helbo," Maka stood by the bed and leaned over to tuck Luna in. "He came to trouble me, and I... Failed to protect Luna. Now Luna has some trouble, and I have to do something at once - in order to make her 'wake up' safely."

"Well..." said Ron, looking at Luna with her eyes slightly closed on the bed. "Is there anything we can do to help her? You know, I think --"

"No!"

Just then Hermione suddenly shook her head slowly and firmly.

"We'll just stay here and wait. Don't go anywhere... Now we may become Maka's weakness at any time. I've fully realized this."

"Weak... Point?"

Ron didn't understand Hermione's words. In fact, he understood them as well, and he knew them much better than many people here.

But to be honest, just like Percy who arrived in London on foot. If you know that others are in crisis, but you can only hide in a safe place and wait silently, this will undoubtedly be a very terrible torture.

"So, what about going to Diagon lane to help Sirius and them?"

"Also cancel."

Hermione's answer is still very decisive, but compared with her positive and energetic all the time, there are obviously many negatives hidden in her decisiveness at the moment.

"This --"

Harry rubbed the handle of Gryffindor's sword and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He believes in Hermione's mind. Hermione, who has always been smart, has always been one of the best ideas among them. Generally speaking, he and Ron are willing to follow her advice.

However, after so long preparation, so much suffering and honing, and even several twists and turns in order to strive for this opportunity, will everything eventually become meaningless and futile?

Of course, Harry knew that Hermione must not be talking nonsense, and he could vaguely understand some of the reasons.

However, this is really a little unwilling!

On the other side, Marca looked at Hermione with a complicated look - in fact, he didn't know what was the right choice.

"Luna, what do you think?" he asked silently, lowering his head.