Chapter 1307

"... I don't think it's a good habit to hide in the dark and eavesdrop!"

When Delphi outside the compartment said this, Maka was stunned, but then she turned her head and looked at the ghost Mr. next to her.

"Please."

He made a mouth shape with a grin, then stretched out his hand towards the door panel and motioned the other party to go out and carry the pot for him - of course, it was probably the ghost who was found, so it was not a shirking of responsibility to let him come forward.

If this one didn't show up suddenly, how could she be found by Delphi if Maka kept her breath and hid well here?

"Er..."

Fortunately, Mr. sewer ghost is also an honest man... Well, or a "gentleman". After all, Maka looks like a girl now!

As soon as he saw her, he seemed to ask himself to go out to top the cylinder. Although he hesitated, he finally nodded and floated out through the door.

Oh, Merlin! Maka really didn't make any "pleading" expression. Although he pretended to be Luna, he didn't realize that he was a "lovely girl"!

If you have to say what he was thinking when he let the other party out... It's probably something like "if you don't go out, I'll have to give you a magic spell"!

Of course, at present, what Maka thought was just a small matter, and even he himself quickly threw it aside. Because the next moment, he heard the ghost gentleman apologizing outside:

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation... In fact, this is my place. Therapists in San Mungo and many patients know this!"

"Even the Dean won't say this is his territory. How dare you say --"

As soon as Delphi saw that he was a ghost, he actually put down a lot of his vigilance.

Because there are many ghosts in the magic world, and even the magic world has opened an office for their placement, so that they can stay, so as not to scare others from time to time.

However, even the most terrible ghost is often harmless. At best, they can only yell at you and scare those timid people with their "death face", that's all.

However, the only and greatest specialty of ghosts is that they have lived long enough. If they hear and remember anything, they may be able to tell it to your 18 generations in the future.

Therefore, when Maka suddenly heard that Delphi was going to use the forgetting spell on each other, he was not surprised at all.

"... although I'm a little sorry, I have to use a forgetting spell on you. I think you should understand - the content of my conversation with Miss Granger just now is actually very important. At this time, I have to be cautious."

"I'm a little sorry, too."

While Delphi was talking, Maka couldn't help whispering in her heart. At this time, he had already hidden his body shape, holding Luna wrapped in invisibility cloak and quietly walked to the bathroom door.

The door had been open since Hermione went out just now. Obviously, he didn't need to think of a way to sneak out without opening the door.

"Forgetting spell? Oh, no... no? I promise I won't say half a word to others! What's more, if you accidentally delete more points... No, no, beautiful lady, please don't come!"

"Don't worry, I'm very skilled in forgetting mantra. I won't delete too many... A forget is empty!"

As soon as Delphi finished his last sentence, a magic spell hit the other party's white body accurately. The forgetting spell directly acting on the spiritual body immediately shocked the ghost gentleman.

Seeing that the other party was hit by the spell and looked around blankly, Delphi finally nodded with satisfaction. By now, Marca had already left with Luna.

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Because Hermione was still one step ahead when she left, Maka had to sneak out of the bathroom in advance with Xianyin medicine.

Fortunately, he finally returned to the ward before Hermione and put Luna on the empty bed because of his departure.

"To tell you the truth, I'm hungry. I'm just hungry. It's hard for you these two days."

Before Hermione came in, Maka gently stroked Luna's hair and apologized, while feeding her some water. Then he silently took out an unknown piece of paper, stuffed it into her pocket, remained invisible and silently withdrew from the room.

After being really out of St. Mungo, all these unchanged "appearances" enabled Maka to finally put down some of the pressure in her heart and gently spit out a mouthful of turbidity.

Unfortunately, although there is still a lot of time to go back to the end of time, the "ticking" sound is still lingering in his ears, but the city of London has been unable to give him a break from his busy schedule.

The fog was heavily shrouded, the streets were full of traces left by magic spells, and the sound of battle in the distance could even be heard from a distance.

In today's city, it is not their wizards who have suffered the greatest misfortune, but the original owners of the city.

Looking at the streets and buildings covered by thick fog, Maka could not help closing her eyes slightly and whispered to herself:

"That's why I often say that I'm not a philanthropic person... Because when I encounter disasters, the first thing I think of will always be the few people I care about."

Yes, if he could spend so much time and energy saving the city instead of Luna alone. Even if it is impossible for a while, it will at least reduce many casualties in the city.

This is obvious.

But he did not - he did not choose the latter of fraternity, but the former of selfishness. He was as timid as a mouse and did not dare to face the reality of Luna's death, for the small part was Luna's death, while the large part was his own inner pain.

Don't he know these miserable scenes outside? Even if he could not see it, he could easily speculate, but he subconsciously ignored those things that would condemn his conscience.

Now, I'm afraid Luna is all right, and he has no reason to avoid some responsibilities. When he faced up to what was happening around him again, a completely different pressure from Luna's death suddenly fell on his shoulder.

"A few hours before dawn... Can't you do anything?"

Maka will never forget that he is still "in the past", and what he does as a time traveler will more or less affect the future world.

So now he'd better find a place where no one is there - do research or sleep, and then honestly wait for the dawn.

However, what Maka needs most is obviously not rest, but to find a way to relieve her inner complexity and heaviness.

"Young man, what are you doing standing there? Don't you want to die?"

Coldly, Maka, who was walking on the street, suddenly heard a deliberately lowered voice coming from directly above him.

He then looked up and saw that there was an old Muggle talking to him at the second floor window of the house facing the street.

"Come on! Don't wander in the street... I've seen many people die in the street for no reason these two days! Come on if you don't want to die!"

When Maka heard this, she was stunned. Then she nodded unconsciously.

When he walked around the corner of the street to the back of the building, he soon found the stairway of the small apartment and walked up step by step along the old stairs.

"Come in!"

In Maka's opinion, those who can let people into their own house during this period are either great fools or good people. Of course, there are also some malicious people who want to make other people's ideas

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a familiar smell - the old man's air smelled of ink and paper in addition to the damp and musty smell often found in old London streets.

This is only after having a certain number of long-term collections of books can we accumulate the flavor of books.

Sure enough, as soon as he got to the living room, he glanced at it at random, and saw that there were two large bookshelves in the room that was probably a study, which had long been filled with old books, large and small.

"Sir... Are you alone at home?"

"Ah, um... Yes!" the old man nodded slightly, but soon waved his hand and said, "sit down first! If you are hungry, there are still some pancakes on the table. You can eat them at will..."

"Oh, thank you."

Maka didn't refuse. She sat down gently on the sofa over there. Then she picked up a piece of cake and bit it. While he was eating, the old man poured him a glass of water and then sat opposite him.

"Young man, what are you walking on the street alone? Why don't you find a place to hide?" the old man asked casually, "as I just said - there are all kinds of things outside these days. You dare to walk alone in the street! Don't you see no one in the street?"

Maka heard the speech and thought about the shortcut:

"Actually... I don't want to. It's just that my home has been destroyed and I have no place to go - after hiding in the ruins of the community for two days, I don't even have food and drink, so I came out to look for it."

He is naturally very good at telling lies. No one can say that he is making up a lie for any reason that can make up for it.

"Oh, really?" the old man nodded his head immediately. "Where did you come from all the way? Didn't you encounter any danger? I've seen a lot of jumpy guys these two days. They drive people around with a small wooden stick, and they can emit light..."

The old man talked endlessly, but Maka seemed a little absent-minded. While the other party was not paying attention, his eyes moved slightly and glanced at the room next to the study he had just seen.

The door was closing tightly.