Chapter 1302

"Luna, I'm sorry... You'll be wronged here first! Well... Although it's colder here, it's better than losing your life."

In the compartment, Maka gently touched Luna's forehead, which had been dazed by the magic medicine - those warm temperatures were the greatest encouragement to his time trip.

To tell the truth, Marca doesn't want to touch her skin, which is still white, but only cold.

After a moment of silence, Maka couldn't help sighing slightly, then reached out and pulled one out of Luna's soft blonde hair and stuffed it into the medicine bottle in the other hand.

This time, in order to prevent being perceived by his past self, he could not use any magic, so he could almost only rely on the effects of various potions.

Therefore, accurately controlling the duration of efficacy is one of the important basic conditions for his success.

This bottle of compound decoction is a special version of Maka concentrated with a large amount of liquid medicine according to actual needs. On the premise of prolonging the duration, it also has a certain degree of damage to the body, so there are very strict control standards for the dosage.

However, in order to save the people who must be saved, he can even take the risk that he may be erased by the rules of time at any time. But the possibility of potion poisoning seems to be no longer a big problem.

After putting Luna's hair into the bottle and shaking it gently, Maka put it to her mouth and looked up. The medicine liquid, which had become extremely viscous due to concentration, slipped slowly through his mouth. The strong bitterness was mixed with spicy and burning feeling. Even his endurance could not help frowning.

Feel the liquid medicine gradually falling into the abdomen along the throat and esophagus, burning from the mouth to the stomach.

"Cough."

After an extremely depressed cough, Maka took a deep breath and finally calmed down again. Then, accompanied by a violent peristalsis of the skin around his body, he first shrunk his height, and then began to deform.

The original head of black hair, gradually extended into light gold; The outline of the cheeks became softer than before, and the skin gradually became more white; Even the eyelashes seem to grow a little longer.

In just more than ten seconds, Maka completely turned into Luna.

"Fortunately, Luna's clothes were prepared in advance, otherwise -"

As soon as he thought of this, he quickly shook his head, and his blond hair was thrown to the left and right. While forgetting all the things he shouldn't have thought about, he took out an invisibility cloak from his waist and covered Luna's body leaning on the toilet.

"Wait here one day - one day at most, and I'll be back!"

With that said, Maka didn't hesitate any more and directly climbed the door panel of the compartment and turned out from the gap above... As long as she didn't open the lock of the compartment, there should be no doubt that someone would turn in and check it whimsically.

Not to mention, the next day will be the busiest day in San Mungo in recent days.

……

"Marca, I'm back from the bathroom!"

In the corridor, while trying to adjust the magic activities in her body and imitate Luna's unique magic fluctuations as much as possible, Maka didn't forget to say hello to another herself who was wandering in the corridor at the moment.

To be honest, this is by no means an easy task.

Now he finally knows why Luna hardly spoke that day, because it took his boss's effort to distract and adjust the magic.

But at least for now, he had to learn Luna's look and say one or two more words.

"Oh... It's a little cold there! I think there should be a fireplace in the bathroom... How comfortable it is!"

"Fireplace? Well, it's OK to install a fireplace, but the flying network must not be connected. Otherwise, how frightening it would be to suddenly break in one or two people at a convenient time?"

Hearing that she was still in the mood to make such jokes at that time, Maka couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart - did she sometimes say such cold jokes that she thought were funny?

"Well... It's scary. Don't pretend."

He said this without stopping. After shaking his hand at the man in the corridor, he gently pushed the door open and successfully entered the ward.

Good!

It seems that as long as he always pays attention to his magic fluctuation, he can still deceive himself - that's him after all. Maka still knows how much he has.

But seriously, this is the first time he has come into contact with his past self at such a close distance. Even if it was only a few seconds, that strange strange feeling could not be compared with other situations.

When the door was closed again, Maka roughly judged the direction in the darkness of the ward and through the starlight between the curtains, and then walked step by step to the floor where Luna slept.

"Ow!"

It was inconvenient not to use his perception at will. He stepped on Ron's hand on the way carelessly. After a little stunned, he immediately whispered:

"Eh? Ron, I'm sorry."

"Hmm..." Ron on the ground squinted vaguely, which was helpless. "Is it... Luna? Oh, it's okay... Just be careful when you leave and don't step on others."

"Oh."

In the dark, Maka, who turned into Luna, couldn't help raising her eyebrows - Ron is actually very gentle. Why do few girls like him?

Think about the people who have confessed to him, one is lavender, who is not very popular, and the other is actually a boy. Well, he's really... Not a woman?

Without much to say, Maka soon returned to the floor of Luna's shop, bent down and dived in.

"What's the strange smell?" he smelled the inexplicable smell on the quilt, thought about it again, and suddenly shook his head, "unexpectedly, dragon manure... What has she done in her quilt?"

Although she has been in contact with Luna for a long time, it is not a problem to learn her usual behavior, Maka sometimes may not be able to understand some of the girl's wonderful thoughts.

"There should be half a night before the next morning! In short, let's take a break."

……

"Is it almost dawn?"

Marca can't sleep, because he must always pay attention to controlling his magic, so he can't sleep at all. Therefore, the previous thought of "rest" refers to lying quietly in the quilt for a while.

When he waited silently for about four hours on this quiet night, a voice suddenly sounded from a quilt, breaking the tranquility of the night again.

The reason why I say "again" is that this voice has not appeared for the first time in four hours.

"I don't know..." another voice that had answered earlier also sounded again, "maybe there will be another hour or two?"

"Oh! That's what you just said... But I really can't sleep."

"Be patient! I want Ginny and them to have more rest! You know, they all fell asleep after a long time, didn't they?"

In fact, the first one to speak was Ron, who was awakened by Marca; The other one who showed his concern for Ginny in words was Harry.

"Well, yes, let them sleep a little longer... I'll go to the bathroom."

Ron whispered in such a low voice, then got up from the quilt and moved a little, because he lay awake for too long and his body was stiff.

But just then, Hermione on the other side suddenly said:

"Come on... Do you really think we're all asleep? Don't be silly... Ginny, I know you want to reassure these fools, but it's obviously meaningless."

"Well..."

Ginny, who had to occupy one of the two beds in the ward because of the care of others, sat up and pretended to rub her sleepless face.

Then, the little friends in the whole room opened their eyes one after another. Under the starlight at the window, people could barely see some reflection.

"Fluorescent flashing."

Hermione shook her wand. Suddenly, a soft light dispersed the darkness around, and finally made the dark ward bright.

At this moment, Ron caught a glimpse of Luna's quilt. It seemed that there was no movement. He couldn't help whispering:

"Hermione... Well, maybe you should keep your voice down?"

"No, I don't think that's necessary," Hermione pursed her mouth and then said, "Luna, I think I need to remind you that if people really fall asleep, their breathing will become heavier!"

"Oh... Really?"

As soon as Maka, who was huddled in the quilt, pulled down the quilt and revealed her blond hair and bright eyes.

"Hermione, you're great... You can know what you look like when you sleep!" he joked to himself. "Like me... I can't."

However, Hermione obviously didn't want to gossip with him, and soon went on:

"In short, since we can't sleep, we might as well stop sleeping..."

"Shall we talk to Marca again," Ron asked immediately when he heard her say. "You know - you have to have a plan to discuss what to do next?"

"Well, you're basically right. We really need to talk to him again."

Maka, who became Luna, just lay in the quilt and looked at these little friends with her head tilted, discussing with each other about the fog locked city outside. He didn't participate casually. After all, Luna usually doesn't take the initiative to express a lot of opinions at this time.

As a bystander, the blonde girl has always been like this, silently watching and remembering everything around her.

It's hard to guess what she's thinking.