"Go, go inside! Although it's dark here, there's a street lamp after passing through the stone gate in the corner... Watch your step..."
In the ruins of St. Augustine Abbey, several staff of the Ministry of magic are guiding the team inside. Perhaps in order to reduce the possibility of being found as much as possible, even if the surrounding roads have been cursed without dead corners, the Ministry of magic still gave up adding lighting here.
At present, the sky has become very dark, and even the sunset on the west mountain is about to disappear completely. And this dilapidated monastery is naturally a dark place. Although the staff of the Ministry of Magic also specially reminded people to pay attention to their feet, there were still low voices when people stepped on their toes or directly stepped off their shoes.
Especially Ron - Ginny's step on him was like a sign. Now he had been stepped on six feet in a row in more than ten minutes since he followed the team into the dark monastery.
"Oh... When you walk, lift it gently. I think my fingernails are about to crack! Be careful... Little..."
Before he finished, he suddenly gave another "ow", and the pain made the wailing tremble.
But Ginny, who was behind him, slapped him on the back and said:
"Didn't you say you're not afraid of injury? Didn't you say you have 'self-healing ability'? If you can really heal yourself, it's okay to trample it!"
Although she said that, just after patting Ron on the back, she grabbed Ron's clothes and pulled him back a little bit.
At the same time, she could not help muttering:
"If you don't want to be trampled on, don't follow so closely! It's strange that you arch forward without being trampled on your toes!"
"Oh... Ginny, thank you..."
Ron had just turned around and wanted to thank him with a moved face. But in the darkness, Ginny gave him a faint stare, then took Harry's arm around him and squeezed it aside, as if she were disgusting with Ron.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to care about you! If you care, you will only care about me, Harry - I just don't want to hear you crying and howling in front of me, it's so noisy!"
Ron couldn't help crying when he heard the speech. He turned his head again and sighed at Fred walking on his right hand.
"Look! You just said Ginny would be nicer to me now, but you saw --"
With such emotion, the bitter color on his face soon disappeared, but showed a little snickering expression. Fred made a face at him as he looked at his smug face.
"Stop whining," he whispered. "Ginny has Harry, but what about you?"
"Oh, come on!" Ron sipped his mouth and thought, "I'm not the only one left in our family! Charlie and bill are still alone! Ah, yes, and Percy --"
"... I have a girlfriend."
Percy's voice rose faintly from the left.
"Well, at least before falling asleep... When I get into spiral town in a while, I'm going to look for it! Penello's home is near Diagon lane, and it may be in it now!"
"Uh --"
Yes, by Percy's own mention, Ron remembered that during the summer vacation when Ron and their second grade, Percy spent the whole vacation in his room writing letters to the girl. Their relationship seemed very hot at that time.
However, it's been so long now. Will the girl who was governor Ravenclaw still care about Percy who won't hear from her soon after graduation in recent years?
oh At least it can be seen from the fact that the other party has never been to the burrow in recent years. I'm afraid Percy's old relationship is a little hanging!
"Well," Ron was stunned, but finally shrugged. "Percy doesn't count. Are Bill and Charlie always right?"
"Bill seems to be communicating with a girl all the time?" George suddenly turned around and said with an eyebrow. "I heard that his pen pal is still a warm and active French girl!"
"Oh, no --"
Ron really can't stand it this time.
"Bill had so many girls chasing him, but he refused. I thought... I thought..."
"Why?"
Seeing Fred's teasing expression, Ron immediately realized that he could never go on. Otherwise, all the asylum seekers here should know the embarrassing story that he was liked by boys earlier.
"No, no, don't look at me like that... Nothing! Can't I shut up?"
Before the words were heard, Ginny behind him muttered, laughing secretly:
"This is long overdue!"
While the Weasley brothers and sisters were laughing in the dark crowd, Hermione, who was walking further behind the line, seemed a little silent.
Of course, she didn't have a problem with Ron and their playfulness. On the contrary, she is actually very happy to see that everyone is still so cheerful after going through so many dangers.
However, somehow, she was at a loss about the relaxed atmosphere.
Before she was busy helping patients transfer, she was now taken over by Auror and black wizard batters sent by the Ministry of magic. Not to mention her, even Harry and Neville don't need to bother.
This should be a good thing for them - after all, it is also a very stressful task to transfer those patients who can't follow the manifestation!
"Is it because I'm suddenly idle in my busy life?"
Hermione thought silently. After a moment, she shook her head as if she knew something.
"No, it's more than that... It's time to settle down in the new town, and it seems that there won't be anything for us... Is that why?"
To be honest, although Hermione has always worked hard, it is not always for others, for Marca and her little friends. In her efforts, there is still a part of the subconscious that controls her destiny in her own hands.
Nowadays, Haier Bo's problem has not been solved, but she probably can't intervene - even if Maka allows it, she probably won't allow it, because she knows she doesn't have the ability to face Haier Bo directly.
Obviously, it is very disturbing that you can't control your destiny in your own hands, but leave it to others.
Hermione shook her head so hard at the thought that her long curled chestnut hair shook with it.
"Maka, I believe you... Yes, that's right! I believe you..."