Chapter 1567

"Good evening, Miss Granger."

"... although everyone will die - you are no exception! But at least, you, brave and kind, should not die in such a dark and cold place where even the glimmer of light shows a shade of cold."

Marca saw it. It was Dumbledore.

In the hazy fog, Dumbledore's body with soft white light still seemed particularly clear, even though Marca saw it clearly at a distance.

And when Dumbledore suddenly raised his hand, released a mass of brilliance, spread away, and suddenly passed around Marca... The wonderful and pure power, even if he felt it close again this time, he still couldn't understand the mystery contained in it.

"Professor Dumbledore -"

Hermione fell powerlessly to the ground. It was clear that she would completely lose consciousness at any time, but she still struggled to say:

"Professor... There are many enemies on the front line, Marca and Harry... I'm afraid it's difficult to clean them up... Since you're so relaxed..."

"Sorry, my child," said Dumbledore, shaking his head gently, "It's not that I don't want to give you more help, but I've embarked on a road that I can't turn back - it's a coincidence and an accident to appear here today, and it's also a proof that you risked your life to stick to yourself. As for the rest of the journey, it depends on your own feet..."

At this point, when Hermione wanted to say something before she fainted, Dumbledore, squatting in front of her, suddenly stood up and glanced in a direction.

Dumbledore didn't see where Marca was, but Marca knew that Dumbledore's action was actually telling him - "I know you're there".

"Oh, there's no time... Well, goodbye, Miss Granger!" Dumbledore said slowly with his head sideways. "Please say hello to Marca for me. I'm sorry and grateful to him, but I'm much more than the stars in the sky!"

Marca thought he might be able to talk to Dumbledore after Hermione fainted. But Dumbledore disappeared into the fog almost at the moment Hermione lost consciousness.

It was dark again. Although Marca was unhappy that he couldn't get any advice from Dumbledore, he still chose to leave silently after another look at Hermione who fell to the ground.

"You'll be fine, Hermione."

Maka knows that she will come soon at this time.

……

If the plan will succeed, it will naturally fail.

But fortunately, at least everything is still going on according to the original development, and has not deviated from the track he recognized.

When Maka returned to spiral Town, he had completely changed his appearance.

Although he was still the group of volunteers who went to Faversham to support the evacuation operation - Oh! The guy who had a fever when the fog approached and ran out of the field as soon as he turned his head.

As for the ordinary young Mellon, he has "sacrificed" in that fog.

"Merlin, your wound is not light! It's not easy to escape from those terrible monsters... Oh, this medicine will hurt a little when it falls on the wound. Just bear it!"

When Marca came back, he was sent directly to the new St. Mungo building - after all, he "escaped" from the fog.

You know, those volunteers who were engulfed by the fog like him basically had no news. If he still appeared alive in front of the public, it would be unreasonable.

"Oh, it hurts -"

As the liquid dripped from the dropper into the wound on his shoulder, Maka pretended to shrink and grinned. Then he looked out of the ward window and asked:

"Madam, do you know how my companions are? Especially miss Hermione Granger, is she back?"

"Miss Granger? Oh, she was just --"

The female therapist said casually while giving him medicine, but before she finished, she heard a "bang" sound at the door of the ward.

At the next moment, she and several other patients in the ward were surprised to see a figure break in from the door and rush to Maka's hospital bed like a gust of wind.

"Where's Mellon? Mellon, where is he? Didn't he come back with you?"

What appeared in front of Maka was Lola's anxious face - to be honest, although he had not known each other for a long time, he had never seen her so excited.

"Er, I'm sorry... I separated from you halfway, and I don't know much about others."

Maka let her hold her arm until the healer saw that his healing wound broke again, which quickly pulled her aside.

Lola was stunned when she heard this. After a while, she looked at the blood on his shoulder and said:

"Sorry, your wound -"

"No, it's all right," said Marca. "I just... Feel a little sorry - I subconsciously left the team alone when I found that the fog caught up. Miss Granger seemed to call me at that time, but I was too confused to hear clearly..."

Maka doesn't know what the character "Mellon" means in Lola's heart.

The teacher who guided her out of introversion? Or help her find confident friends? Or is it the hero who undoubtedly stuffed the chance of life into her hands?

It is precisely because Maka, who is bent on achieving those goals in her trip, not only doesn't know Lola's mind, but also doesn't even want to understand it.

So when he saw Lola's devastated appearance, he could only apologize again and again.

Unfortunately, no matter how he apologized, the ordinary young wizard Mellon was doomed not to come back.

The end of "he" is to disappear quietly in the dark and cold fog. Maybe some people will remember his existence, but it is only limited to those people's memory.

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's good to come back alive. Don't think too much." Lola whispered to Maka after Kaman recovered herself. "I just want to say sorry for breaking your wound so rudely just now... Have a good rest! I hope you can recover as soon as possible."

With that said, Lola immediately turned and left the ward with a heavy heart. After the door was closed again, only the therapists and patients in the ward could not help but remain silent.

This kind of thing is actually no longer rare recently.