After all, he stopped at the edge of the fog - until now, Alice dared to slow down her escape and finally hovered in mid air.

Then she turned her broom and looked at her former companion who had become something she didn't know. For a moment, some unspeakable emotion rushed into her heart.

In the night sky, the stars flicker silently, scattering a little desolate brilliance on the earth. The moon hid behind the clouds and did not show its face for a long time.

In the shadow of the distance, the branches and leaves of the trees rustled by the night breeze; Once in a while, there was one or two insect calls, which added a bit of omen of approaching early summer to the lonely night.

But it's not summer after all. The night in this season is still a little cool. People can't help but want to tighten their skirts.

"... why... What did we all do wrong?"

Across the boundary of the fog, Alice stared at the shaky figure, whispering the misfortunes of herself or others.

A moment later, when the figure in the fog gradually blurred away, she pressed the handle of the broom and stumbled to the ground.

At this time, a gust of wind roared, and suddenly came from the fog ahead. A dark shadow zoomed in from a distance, and finally rushed out of the fog.

"Hula -"

Maka landed in front of the girl and stood still. The strong wind that he had taken with him because of his high-speed movement suddenly spread and lifted a little dust on the ground.

After taking a little breath, Maka looked at the girl and said with some regret:

"Sorry, I'm afraid your request can't be completed for the time being."

"No," Alice shook her head slightly, "it doesn't matter. I was stimulated and was in a bad mood for a moment... And, in fact, I had just met one of them."

"Yes?"

Maka was stunned when she heard the speech.

"Are you... All right?" he looked at the girl up and down, and then continued, "those who will get up again after death must no longer be human, and metropolis has inhuman and terrible power. Seriously, I don't suggest you approach them at all - but fortunately, you came out."

"Yes," Alice said in a low voice, "MacLean, you're right - Burt is no longer the original Burt."

After saying this, she suddenly took out a neatly folded parchment from her pocket.

"This is the curse list, which records the names of all the people who have obtained the curse necklace," she said to Marka. "And the spy I mentioned before..."

To be honest, Maka just helped her get out of downtown London, which was a great help. Not to mention, before, Maka returned her most cherished bear doll to her hands.

Therefore, she is not disappointed that her request has not been completed at all, and even took the initiative to hand over the previously agreed "reward" directly to Maka.

Finally, I saw that she pursed her mouth rather sadly and returned the broom in her hand to Maka.

"Thank you, Mr. McLean."

……

Not all bad people do bad things, but also those who are forced by bad people - the girl Alice Fei, and her two male wizards who trade their lives for her survival, are three victims forced by Haier Bo to do evil.

For such people, Maka felt that she could not hate them, let alone they had swallowed the evil consequences planted by herself.

However, there are more than three people like them in the world?

"Harry, Ron, sharpen up! Stone powder is the most critical thing in my experiment. I need to prepare more before I can use it."

In the open space in the middle of the camp, the previously extinguished bonfire was lit again. Although the size is far less than that when we danced and reveled around at the beginning, it is more than enough if we just provide lighting and take a warm by the way.

Now, by the campfire, Hermione was polishing a metal shield. Others may polish it to make it smoother and brighter, but she polishes it to make it coarser.

After all, the shield needs to be coated with stone powder. If the surface of the shield is too smooth, I'm afraid it's difficult for the coating to effectively cover its surface.

As for Harry and Ron, they were on the other side of the campfire. One was responsible for breaking ten pieces into pieces, and the other was responsible for grinding all the gravel into fine stone powder.

These steps need to be completed manually, because this can ensure that they will not be contaminated with excess magic.

While Hermione polished the shield carefully, the light from the corners of her eyes would pass over Ron from time to time. Because she's been feeling a little strange since Ron woke up.

Because she found that Ron somehow always gave people a feeling of absentmindedness today, and he had to look back at the tent from time to time.

However, he did well in everything he should be asked to do, which made Hermione want to say something about him, but she couldn't speak.

"Ron! What are you looking at?"

"Well?"

Ron looked at her first, then shook his head and said:

"Nothing, I'm just a little worried about Ginny - you know, she thinks about things herself."

"It's all right," Hermione said. "She's accompanied by luluna, and Luna... At least I think she's more reliable in coming in."

"Oh, that's right!" Harry nodded when he heard Hermione say so. "Especially now she's talking much better than before. At least a lot of words can be understood."

Is he praising Luna? With Harry's character, it should be! At least he is the type who rarely satirizes others.

But at the next moment, the three suddenly heard a slight whistling sound and remembered it from a distance,

The news came from a distance and came quickly. Before long, they all saw the black spot flying closer and closer from a distance.

"That's... Is Maka back?"

"No?" Harry hesitated. "There's no fog outside. Marca usually leaves through a spell to come back?"

He's right. If you can save time, Maka will choose a more efficient way to move.

But as the dark shadow in the night sky became closer and closer, Hermione found that it was really Marca. Just behind Maka, there was another girl she didn't know.

"... Maka?"

Hermione looked at Maka in the air and shouted subconsciously.