Chapter 1537

When Hermione slowly opened her eyes, the darkness that had oppressed her had dissipated and replaced by a white roof of deja vu.

You can feel it, and the pain has disappeared. At present, he seems to be lying on a soft and warm bed. The whole person is lazy and can't make up his strength.

However, the memory before her coma soon gushed out of her heart and filled her heart at once.

"Yes... Professor Dumbledore?"

To be honest, because in the short period of time before syncope, her consciousness was a little blurred. Looking back at this moment, there was almost that kind of cool and dark feeling in her head, but Dumbledore's figure was engraved deeply in her mind.

At the thought of this, she couldn't help taking her hand out of the quilt and slightly struggled to touch her chest. But there was nothing there.

"Or is it just a dream?"

Dumbledore was dead. She saw each other's bodies and attended each other's funeral in person. Even at the last moment, she clearly saw that Marca sealed Dumbledore's body with cold ice and still remained by the lake in Hogwarts.

And how can a person who has already died talk to her and save her like that?

In addition to "it was a dream", Hermione could not think of anything else to explain, because even in the magic world, the truth of "the dead is dead" is common.

"... thirsty... Water."

However, when he was sensitive to the dryness of her throat and turned to the bedside table next to her, a touch of scarlet came into her view quietly.

Yes, it's the silver necklace. It's the necklace with a dull Gem - the pendant on it, or did Maka inlay it for her later!

Remember, it was smashed out of the dung stone that Dumbledore gave her, a damaged magic stone.

In this way, Dumbledore's "the last gift I left you" in her memory obviously refers to this.

Yes, it's definitely not a dream. When she fell into the most dangerous desperate situation so far, it was Dumbledore who saved her!

As she slowly recalled, Hermione could not help turning over a little hard and reached for the necklace that had been put on the bedside table.

Yes, there are even a lot of dried blood on the surface of the dark red gem. With one touch, they turned into powder and slipped down from the top and fell on the white pillow towel.

Just then, not far from the bed, there was a "click" sound of the door handle being twisted.

"Hermione!"

Accompanied by a burst of rapid footsteps, the familiar voice soon sounded again around us.

"Hermione, are you awake? Are you feeling all right?"

"Ron..."

With the help of the other party, Hermione turned back and lay on her back. Then she saw the familiar face whose surprise had not faded.

"You're here, that is... This is the observation room under the new San Mungo?"

"Oh, that's right!" Ron said as he hurriedly helped her wring the towel. "Marca sent you back. You don't know, I saw him running in a hurry, and he held you in his arms and covered with blood. I almost fainted! Fortunately, Marca said that fortunately, the rescue was timely..."

Ron kept on talking, and it could be seen that he was really glad to see Hermione wake up unharmed.

"And Maka said, I don't know why, you don't seem to be cursed by the fog! So don't worry! Maka checked for you. You won't be unable to move for a period of time like the two next door."

"Curse..."

Hermione's heart moved when Ron talked about it.

"Maka, does he really 'don't know why'?"

Suddenly, Hermione remembered the scene when the necklace had just been placed on the bedside table.

Yes, I'm afraid Marca knows - at least he has definitely guessed some reasons. Hermione slightly grasped the gem in her hand, which was silently proved by the hard, smooth and angular touch.

Maybe Marca could find her in the fog in time, because Marca had noticed Dumbledore's appearance at that time.

"Ron," Hermione asked softly after a pause, "how long have I been in a coma? And where's Marca?"

"How long?"

Ron handed Hermione, who insisted on wiping her face, the towel he had wrung dry, and then thought:

"It's not long! It's only half an hour at most - Marca said before she left that you're recovering well and will wake up soon."

As he was saying this, he scratched his head, and then continued:

"As for Marca... He mentioned that he was going to the open space in front of the church ruins outside. It seemed that Harry was waiting there! Well, I guess Harry didn't know you were hurt, or he would come back."

"Don't let him know yet," Hermione shook her head. "Now that I'm all right, it's no longer important... Has half an hour passed? That means that the corpse army is coming soon? Compared with my little thing, that's a big thing that needs to be dealt with with with with with all my strength!"

"It's not a 'small thing'!" Ron retorted immediately. "This is not what I said - Marca was here until she confirmed that your injury has fully recovered!"

"Yes, yes?"

Seeing Ron say this, Hermione couldn't help being slightly stunned, then pursed her mouth and slowly closed her eyes.

"Then let me have a rest! Maybe in a moment, no one here will have to rest."

"Well, OK!" Ron nodded. "Then I'll go out and get you something to eat and fill your stomach after you have a rest."

After Ron waved his wand and took the washbasin out, Hermione opened her eyes again and looked at the white ceiling.

……

One thing Hermione didn't ask, but the fact was obvious.

The fog that floated all the way from London finally stopped moving completely in Canterbury and reached the destination first.

At the moment, Marca was sitting with Harry on the waste stone pile beside the open space in front of the church ruins.

"Harry, get ready... Those guys are coming!"

"Well, Marca, I know."

The battle against the corpse army is finally coming to an end.