Chapter 1226

"Marca?"

When Ron stayed in the ward for a long time and was going to take two steps to relax his tense mood, he saw a familiar figure in the visitor rest area on the sixth floor.

To be honest, Maka's back itself is not conspicuous. Just like his appearance, it has never been the type that can attract others' attention at a glance.

Therefore, the reason why people feel particularly reliable when they see him now is entirely because he has brought real help to many people so far.

Sometimes Ron can't help but think about it a little bit - he can't imagine what everyone would be like without Marca.

But... Of course, Marca always knew what Ron couldn't imagine. Without him, some things might not be so good, but maybe more bad things would not happen again.

Therefore, Maka actually began to think that his "encounter" with Hogwarts, these little friends, and even the whole magic world was definitely not a good thing.

Maybe... Just "meeting Marca McLean in life" is a mistake for many people?

"Huh?"

Marca had already felt Ron's magic wave, but he waited for the other party to open his mouth, and then turned back and smiled at the other party.

"Marca, why are you here," Ron hurriedly walked over when he saw that it was Marca. "When did you come back? Why didn't you go to the ward?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Marca shrugged. "I'm thinking about something here."

"Really?"

Ron, who was about to sit down here, straightened up again.

"If you keep thinking, I won't bother you -"

Obviously, Marca's time is absolutely precious compared with her idle self. If Marca's thinking is delayed because he wanders around, he may turn out to be a sinner in London... And even the whole British magic world!

"No, no," Marca waved as Ron wanted to go. "Now that they're all up, sit down! There's nothing to disturb."

"Er... Does it really matter?"

"If you are asked to sit down, sit down!"

Maka shook her head and saw Ron finally sit down across the table with some hesitation. He took a drink from the cup in front of him.

"That --"

Ron looked at the teapot and cup on the table. He suddenly found that the slightly shaking tea in the cup did not seem to be the common color on the English afternoon tea table.

Where does the head look... Like a little gray?

"Is it ge... Godigan tea?" he recalled slightly. "I remember you gave us a drink."

"Well, yes, godigan tea." Maka nodded, "but it's not the kind I cooked for you before. How about trying it?"

Ron heard the speech and said happily:

"Oh, why not?"

Marka nodded her head again clearly, then waved her hand casually and let another tea cup buckled in the nearby porcelain plate float in front of Ron. After that, the teapot moved, filled him a full cup, and then fell back to the center of the table.

"Eh? What's the smell..."

Ron picked up his tea cup and smelled it. He looked puzzled. But when he saw Maka drinking, it seemed that there was no problem, and there was no worry in his heart.

Because he knew that Maka always had a good taste in eating and drinking. Even the last "potion material meal" was not bad in terms of taste alone.

However, as soon as the tea was eaten, Ron's face changed in an instant.

"Poof -"

Marca was quick eyed and quick at hand. When Ron subconsciously sprayed out, she immediately raised her hand and let the tea mixed with saliva float in the air.

Then he pointed down again, made them form a bunch and injected them into Ron's teacup again.

"How does it taste?"

Marca raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron's face with a smile after the mischief succeeded.

"Oh, Marca..." said Ron, sticking out his tongue and frowning. "What's this?"

"Didn't you just say that? Godigan tea!" Maka spread her hands and smiled, "and it's the most original version. There are not many people in the world who can drink it!"

"Well," Ron said helplessly, "even if everyone can drink it, there won't be many people who will like it? Marca, do you really think it tastes good?"

Before the voice fell, Maka put away her smile and looked into her cup, then slowly shook her head.

"I don't think so."

"Then you --"

Before he had finished "then why did you drink it", Ron saw Marcello bow his head and say:

"Although I don't like it, two people think it's good. But I think there may only be one person who really likes it... Because the other one may only like the person who cooked it."

"What, what?"

Ron felt as if he understood, but he didn't. After thinking about it, he could only scratch his head slightly depressed.

"Well, anyway, I don't want to drink... Sorry to waste your cup of tea."

"Nothing."

With a indifferent wave, Marca emptied the teacup in front of Ron, then turned it over again and returned to the porcelain plate on one side.

But after that, he picked up his cup again and drank it all at once. Then Ron watched him throw the cup on the table, sighed with relief:

"Oh, it's really an impact drink!"

Seeing that he had to add more to the cup after saying this, Ron finally couldn't help saying:

"Marca, isn't it... What happened?"

Ron is not a very sensitive person to other people's inner thoughts. Even under Marca's advice in the past, he has been much better than his immature self.

What you are not good at is what you are not good at. It is impossible to grow Ron's shortcomings because of Marca's words.

So in other words, there have been some abnormalities even Ron can detect in this series of behaviors of Marca.

"Hmm?" Marca just shook her head. "No, nothing happened. I just suddenly remembered some of the past - you know, I'm an orphan like Harry. And orphans always have some sad old things."

When Ron heard Marca's words, he wanted to say that he didn't know, especially compared with Harry, the story of Marca before entering Hogwarts was a blank for their little friends.

No one knows what Maka has experienced in the past; What's more, I don't know what kind of childhood can give birth to outstanding wizards like Maka.

Ron remembered that someone in the school had speculated that Marca, who had always been modest and polite like a real gentleman, probably came from a good and excellent family. It is only for some unknown reason that he will become an orphan.

According to the calculation of time, many people think that Maka's parents and family may also be the hands of dead Voldemort.

Yes, although Marca has long said that she was born in Muggle, there are still a large number of people who don't believe it, especially the "young masters and ladies" of Slytherin college.

But on this point, Ron doesn't think so.

Yes, Maka's words and deeds do always have a sense of confidence and humility that ordinary people do not have, and that temperament often gives people the feeling of full cultivation. But Ron felt that Maka's self-confidence and humility were fundamentally different from the so-called "pure blood education" in the pure blood wizard family.

Just like now, Marca's heart is surging with some bad mood, even Ron can feel it. But on the surface, he was still calm and friendly, as if he didn't want others to feel uneasy because of his mood at the moment.

Marca McLean is a naturally soft person. On the contrary, the strength he usually shows may be a disguise for himself and others.

At the moment, Marca didn't know that his disguise was almost invisible, but today, Ron guessed it by chance like a coincidence.

"Well, I've had enough tea and thought about things. Then I should continue to go out... Oh, I won't go to the ward first. You can go back later and mention to you that I may not come back to have dinner with you today."

"Well, OK -"

Looking at Marca getting up, Ron nodded habitually, but he then stretched out his hand and said:

"Ah! Wait a minute. I have something else to tell you."

"What's up?"

When Maka heard this, she paused, looked back at him and asked.

"It's Harry," Ron reported immediately. "He's gone to Diagon Lane - with his Gryffindor sword. Oh, maybe Neville is with him. I've been to his family's ward before, Hannah told me."

"Harry and Neville?" Marca nodded slightly and thought for a moment before asking, "is there anyone else?"

Ron shook his head.

"There should be no more."

"Well, I see. I'll pay attention on the way."

With that said, Maka turned around again and went to the stairs step by step. Here Ron watched his back as he left. Although he was worried, he didn't know what to say until he couldn't see each other.

All he knew was that there seemed to be an unspeakable sense of suffocation in his chest, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

A moment later, Ron took back his eyes and let them fall on the tea cup left by Marca across the street again. He stared at them with a little care for a long time.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand what Maka was thinking and what the previous words contained.

"Oh!"

Ron scratched his scalp again in some distress, and his doubts piled up into a mountain.