Chapter 1323

"What good children! They shouldn't bear so much responsibility and suffering at this age..."

The queen, who had hardly spoken from the beginning, looked at Harry and Neville, who were exchanging their experiences with each other, and suddenly couldn't help whispering.

Then she turned her head and looked at Maka standing not far from her, adding:

"And you... Mr. McLean. If I remember correctly, you and those two children should have been born in the same year?"

In more than a month, Her Majesty the queen will spend her 71st birthday. As a member of the British royal family who had experienced the Second World War, she not only witnessed the noise of the war, but also experienced the harshness of the war.

"Oh, yes." Maka shrugged and joked, "Your Majesty... In fact, I also think the burden of guarding a city and a capital is too heavy for us. But there is no way. Who makes the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?"

"If possible, I still hope to live a plain and leisurely life, including now I have been looking forward to that."

Just then, Maka spread her hand, and then turned to say:

"So, in order to make this city settle down as soon as possible, please let us try our best to solve this unreasonable disaster without worries!"

The queen shook her head gently when she heard him say so.

"I know you all want me to leave London as soon as possible to take refuge... But you know what? When World War II broke out when I was 13, many people suggested me and my sister to take refuge in Canada. But my mother said -- 'children must not leave without me, I must not leave without a king, and a king is more important You can't leave under any circumstances. '"

At this point, she gave a brief meal and then made a firm statement:

"Now I am the queen... That is to say, I can't leave this suffering City, let alone those people who are undergoing the test of life and death."

Listening to this sentence in other people's ears, perhaps it is the majestic declaration of a "King"; But when the white haired queen said it in front of her, it was more like a simple statement of a fact.

To be honest, in this age, the status of queen or king is not so much the supreme power of the head of a country as an honorary career inherited from generation to generation. Even if you still retain some power, in fact, it may not be used for a lifetime.

On this basis, once something big happens, the obligations derived from those powers will become an irresistible burden.

Maka stood there, looked at the old man who was more than enough to be his grandmother, and finally shook her head and said:

"Well, I think we really have to respect your choice as Queen of England."

"McLean first --"

Davidson, the old bishop sitting on the side, wanted to say something, but he saw Maka put his hand and asked him to stop the words behind him. Then he turned his head and said to the back:

"Harry and Neville, you two stay here! Stay here and do a good job of guarding before I remove all the black pupil wizards. In addition, Mr. Davidson, please come with me. There are several places I think should be protected..."

After letting Harry and Neville stay together, Marca greeted the old bishop out of the wide reception hall and came to the gate of the front hall.

When the old bishop thought that Maka was going to give some incisive advice, he listened to Maka pointing to the vestibular garden outside and saying:

"It's probably impossible to persuade the queen to cooperate with the evacuation. My suggestion is to go back and directly 'persuade' her with a magic spell. But now, there are still many powerful enemies wandering in clusters outside. You'd better wait until I've cleaned up almost and then withdraw from London secretly."

After giving such a helpless solution lightly and casually, Maka suddenly reminded:

"Then, remember to evacuate quickly - although I left Harry and Neville to you, they can handle many accidents with their strength, but that's not absolute. I believe that Haier Bo's means will be more sharp next... After all, we can't afford to lose this time, but he is obviously the same!"

"Can't you find out that guy and let you drag him down yourself?" old Davidson said in some doubt. "I heard that you have 'killed' him many times! Even if he can't die, you can do it again?"

"Since you all know that he can't be killed, why don't you find that he is stronger every time he resurrects?" Marcello said helplessly. "Up to now, in terms of personal strength, I'm close to him. Even if I try my best to kill him again... Next time, I can't say how many people in the world are his opponents."

In fact, the despicable halbo hasn't fully recovered to his peak yet. Maka is more or less aware of this.

It's hard to imagine how powerful a wizard who lived from ancient times to the present can become in the end... Of course, Maka doesn't want to know at all.

"Well," Marca sighed after pausing a little, "I have to go. Time is running out."

……

"Luna, thank God, you really live... Wake up! You don't know. If you lie down so cold again, I may not forgive myself all my life..."

In fact, Hermione held Luna tightly until Marca left St. mungo. And her face was already full of tears.

There is no doubt that these days, she really thought she had said goodbye to Luna. Even if Luna didn't die to save her, she couldn't stand the difference between life and death, let alone Luna saved her twice in a row.

On the other hand, Luna just stayed for a while and let Hermione's arms strangle her, with a calm smile on her face.

"Hermione?"

She didn't know that she had saved Hermione's life, let alone that she was almost dead... All she knew was that she seemed to faint when she went to the bathroom at night.

However, this does not prevent her from making her own interpretation of everything in front of her.

"It's all right, Hermione... Anyway, don't I stand here well? You have to trust Marca, he will solve everything! So no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

After feeling that Hermione's arms gave a little, Luna pulled out an arm and touched Hermione's messy, fluffy hair.

She was trying to placate each other, just as she had previously placated Maka.

But after a moment, when Hermione finally calmed down, Luna was puzzled by what the other party said. She heard Hermione close to her ear, sobbing and whispering:

"Luna, I won't argue with you for Marca anymore... Because I've learned that only a person who is smart, brave and can create miracles at the critical moment like you can really help him and deserve him. And I... Even if I make more preparations, I can only stick in place in the end. I can't even move!"

"Well?"

Luna was puzzled by Hermione's words, but she didn't ask anything. Because her intuition told her that some things, don't understand is the most correct choice.

However, what had happened before was all, and Hermione's mentality was obviously not what she wanted to see - was this miss Hermione Granger, who was competitive and even a little arrogant occasionally?

Luna may really like Maka, but Hermione is also her good friend. She doesn't want this proud friend to change suddenly.

You know, Miss Granger, who has to fight for everything, is the Miss Granger she knows.

"Hermione."

Luna pushed Hermione away from herself with a little effort. After seeing that her face was full of tears, he took out a handkerchief full of red cherries to wipe her, and then whispered in a voice that could not be heard by others around him:

"You know what? In fact, we don't have to fight for Maka at all, because anyway, he should make a choice. Since you have already confessed, it's my turn next time. Then... We don't care about him. Let him do it by himself!"

"Uh... Eh?"

When Hermione showed an expression of "still have this hand", Luna hugged her in turn.

"All right! Let's do it! When the matter in front of us is over, we'll embarrass him and see what he can do!"

Up to now, the three have experienced so much. It is absolutely impossible to say that Marka doesn't have Hermione in her heart.

However, the continuous events made Maka have no time to consider these personal problems.

Seeing that Luna had finished, she planned to run aside to find Ginny. Hermione hurried:

"Luna... How can this work! You -"

"Shh -"

Luna jerked back, raised her index finger to Hermione's side and motioned her to stop talking. Then he waved his hand at random and turned to Ginny, who was worried about Harry's trip again.

Hermione looked at Luna's brisk back, and the tip of her nose couldn't help being sour again.

"... Luna."

After whispering, Hermione finally went back to the hospital bed and sat down with her mouth closed, but she didn't notice a little sigh in Ron's eyes at the end of the bed.