Chapter 1246

"Oh, I think I should go. Please continue to eat! I'll just... Don't bother."

Boehner glanced at the hospital bed again, and then hurriedly turned away. Ron standing at the door saw that his expression seemed confused and hesitant when he went out.

"Dean?"

"Ah! McLean... Sir?"

In the corridor outside, Boehner suddenly ran into Marca who came back from Diagon lane. It can be found that although he still smiled when he saw Maka, his smile was more rigid.

"It's just lunchtime! Mr. McLean, the roast sausage and mashed potatoes are being served below. I don't know if you saw it when you came up..." Boehner was still thinking about the doubt just now, almost subconsciously, "seriously, it tastes good. I'll have someone send you one."

"No, no, I'm not hungry."

Maka stared at the strange look on Boehner's face, nodded slightly at each other, and then crossed his wrong shoulder.

As Boehner had just come out, the door of the ward had not been closed, which saved him the effort of opening the door.

To tell the truth, if the door was closed now, he would have to make some psychological preparations outside the door. After all, he really didn't dare to see Luna's pale face at the moment.

"Marca, you're back!"

As soon as Marca appeared at the door, Ron, who was closest to here, immediately welcomed her.

"How's it going? What's going on outside... Have you met Harry and Neville?"

"Well, they're at the Leaky Cauldron bar now, guarding the entrance."

As Maka spoke, he walked in, and his eyes involuntarily moved to the direction of the hospital bed - the more he dared not look, but the more he couldn't help looking, so he even had some difficulties stepping here.

Forcibly removed his eyes from Luna's face. He looked around the room a little and passed everyone's faces one by one. Suddenly, everyone was confused by him and didn't know what he wanted to do.

In a moment, Marca's eyes finally fell on pansy sitting in one corner.

Obviously, although she is now completely on Marca's side, Hermione and they have gradually recognized her as a new companion of Slytherin college. However, she was not very friendly to Hermione and Ron before. These two days, she seemed a little out of place in this ward full of Gryffindor.

"Miss Parkinson... Well, you eat first! After lunch, I think I need you to accompany me and take me to a place."

"Uh... Me?" pansy nodded a little blankly. "Of course, no problem. But... Where can I take you?"

"We'll talk about this later!" Marca waved her hand. "You eat first."

With that said, Maka looked back into the corridor outside the door as if she remembered something.

"Did Mr. Boehner say anything when he came just now?"

"Well, nothing special!" said Ron. "Just looked at it and said hello... Oh, according to Hermione's guess, I think he should come to confirm whether we had a good meal."

"What are you saying?" Hermione, who was beside the hospital bed, interrupted immediately. "Marca, in fact, this is the case -"

So Hermione told Marca about the food rationing program implemented by St. Mungo from this meal and the "preferential treatment" they received. While listening, Maka nodded slightly and finally thought:

"Well, there's nothing wrong with your consideration. Let's do it!"

Hermione may wish Maka could say more about this issue, but Maka simply agreed, and then closed her mouth without saying anything.

Other little friends may not feel anything, but Hermione noticed Maka's mood from such a small sign - perhaps still because of Luna, Maka seemed quite uncomfortable in this ward.

Probably because Maka was waiting at the door without saying a word, pansy ate the lunch quickly and soon stuffed the mashed potatoes and roast intestines in the lunch box into her stomach.

"Well... I'm ready."

"Oh... Have a drink! Don't worry... I'll wait for you outside."

Although Marca said "don't worry", he turned and walked out first. Seeing this, pansy naturally didn't care to pour water. He hurried after him and ran out.

Everyone who stayed in the ward watched them leave one after another, subconsciously following their backs, and looked out of the door with some doubts.

Hermione saw Ron standing at the door as if he wanted to go out with him, and immediately called him.

"Don't go."

"Ah?" Ron heard the speech and immediately stepped, "what's the matter?"

"Anyway, don't go," Hermione shook her head. "Don't delay Marca's time."

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"Miss Parkinson, your parents should be at home now? Take me to your house. I want to ask them something."

As Hermione thought, Maka doesn't have enough time right now. He needs to find a time converter that can be used as soon as possible.

The Parkinson's family, once a large pure blood family, had another ill intentioned ancestor as the Minister of magic in the middle of the 18th century. Although the minister named "Perseus" had served only one term and could not be re elected, it was more than enough for one term, like some private things.

So Maka was thinking that it might be a good idea to start with their family first.

"Oh, my father and brother may still be in the Ministry of magic... But my mother should be at home."

"Well, as long as someone is there!"

As she spoke, Maka took pansy downstairs and quickly left St. Mungo in the sight of many asylum seekers downstairs and support teams such as aginbad.

"McLean... Professor."

"Hmm?" Marca said casually as she took out a broom and handed it to her. "What's up?"

"Just... My mother's temper is not very good, and her attitude may make you angry," pansy whispered. "You see, why don't you go to the Ministry of magic to find my father first? He should talk better."

"No, I don't think it's necessary," Marca shook her head. "I'm in a hurry."

"Then... OK!"

Pansy felt a little confused. To tell the truth, she was already imagining the picture of Maka arguing with her mother.

You know, my mother is actually a typical pure blooded person, and she is far from the tolerance and long-term vision of her father.

But pansy really didn't know how to say these words to Marca - it was her mother after all!