Chapter 1575

There are many people in the central square, and more and more.

But under the coordination of Hermione and the three of them, everyone kept at least quiet. Even if we want to talk and communicate with our companions, we all keep our voices as low as possible, and no one makes any noise here.

However, even if the volunteers spoke softly, once there were more people together, they would inevitably become buzzing and noisy.

Fortunately, in fact, no one will care about such a little noise at the moment.

"Neville, do you know how people feel when they die?"

As Neville stood by the mercury statue and looked at the increasingly crowded crowd around him, he suddenly heard Luna, who leaned back against the statue base and looked up at the sky, asking for no reason.

"What?"

Neville turned his head and stared at Luna.

But Luna didn't see him. She just pursed her mouth slightly, looked up at the "sky" above the spiral Town, which had nothing but the sunshine, and then gently shook her head.

"Nothing, I was just thinking... Maybe death is not always a bad thing. The more a person lives, the more trouble he will cause -"

"No, definitely not."

Maybe Luna's words made Neville involuntarily think of his parents and their madness for more than ten years. He couldn't help but want to deny Luna's words.

"I don't know why you say that, but Luna, I dare say that living is better than dead! Even if that will bring trouble to the people around you, but... Who isn't like that?"

Neville's tongue must be clumsy, and maybe his brain is not very smart, but he is right - people will have trouble when they live, and there will be trouble when they have something.

There are so many people in the world that they can't all be killed by a magic spell, can they?

However, although Neville's head is not smart, Luna is probably smart. Just like Hermione's original evaluation of her, even if the girl with long blond hair always doesn't think according to common sense, her erratic thinking often points directly to the answer itself.

"Anyway," Luna said softly, with a pursed mouth, "as long as it can help him."

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PA TA PA TA, there was another disorderly sound of footsteps in the street.

When Marca, who was talking to shenofilius in the room, heard it, she finally stopped his aimless conversation, pushed aside her chair and stood up.

"Mr. Lovegood, I think I should go."

When xenophilus heard the speech, he looked up at him and nodded:

"Be careful."

"OK, thank you."

Before leaving, Marca could not help but subconsciously look at shenofilius. Perhaps he had been thinking elsewhere until the last glance, but he was not surprised to find that the man seemed to be older than he remembered.

Needless to say, the father is worried about the child after all, even if he is willing to let the child go his own way.

Out of the hut, Maka still maintained his disguise, but in his eyes, she seemed to have a little more firmness and confidence.

He walked slowly to the entrance of the alley, stopped a little in the blind corner that others just couldn't see, and then shielded the breath and began to wait for the crowd on the street to leave gradually.

In the turbulent crowd, my past self was also mixing in, rushing to try to see Dumbledore again... Although in the end, I only looked at him from a distance.

When the young volunteers on the street hurried past and went to Faversham town to support the evacuation operation under the leadership of Hermione, Maka took advantage of this opportunity to get out of the shadow of the corner and trot to the square not far away.

"Hey! Is that Mr. Longbottom and miss Lovegood?"

"Oh... Uh, yes... Are you?"

Neville felt a little puzzled when he saw a figure coming from the street at one end of the square and greeting himself while running.

To be honest, he has met many people since he came to this spiral town. Some of these people are worried about the disaster, some are full of hatred for the death of their relatives and friends, and even have the courage to fight again.

But I haven't seen it, and I can still show such a light smile like the male wizard in front of me.

"I'm an alchemist," said Marca, standing in front of Neville. "Mr. McLean found me and asked me to modify the alchemy array under the statue."

While saying this, he also pointed to the mercury statue in the middle of the square.

"Modify... Alchemy array?"

Neville naturally didn't know about it. He didn't even know that the wonderful looking mercury statue behind him was essentially a product of alchemy.

But, of course, Maka obviously didn't say that to Neville.

"That's right," he nodded, and then looked at Luna standing behind Neville. "Just now, the news of the second layer of magic shield in spiral town has spread to the front line, and Mr. McLean is also very happy to know. However, since that is the case, the following control formation should be revised."

The reason why Luna failed to escape Haier Bo's clutches in the last time review was that she lost more than ten seconds.

If she can get out of the town before the other party breaks into the secret Road, she can successfully escape to the new difficulties, and Maka can help her erase the residual traces.

Unfortunately, even if Maka understands this, he can't revise his last failed plan and do it again. Because at the moment he witnessed the death of "that" Luna, the rules of time had shackled the ending, and he could never untie it again.

Therefore, even if Maka clearly remembers that Luna slightly delayed the opening of the secret passage for the asylum seekers because she had to support two layers of magic shields, he could not change from this "mistake".

What has "happened" cannot be changed.

"Miss Lovegood?"

When Maka saw that Luna didn't speak, she just seemed to stare at herself curiously. She couldn't help calling her again.

But seriously, he was not sure whether Luna noticed anything in herself.

"Huh?" Luna heard him call herself, and then she woke up and blinked. "What? Oh... You want to go down and play the array there?"

As she spoke, she looked back and forth between the mercury statue and Maka. She didn't know what she was comparing, but then she nodded again:

"OK! I'll open it for you -"