Chapter 1657

"Bang bang."

A sudden knock at the door revived Ernst, who was immersed in all kinds of thoughts.

To be honest, he is a little surprised now, because he actually knows why Maka wants him to rest here directly.

Of course, in his case, everyone will doubt it. Therefore, Ernst didn't feel any dissatisfaction with Marca who "disguised himself under house arrest" here.

It's just that normally, in this way, no one can come to him. After all, Maka should always be guarding below?

Did Mr. McLean think of anything so soon?

The idea flashed through Ernst's mind, and then he shook his head - it was obviously unlikely that the two had just finished their conversation.

"Bang bang -"

The man outside was still knocking, and Ernst, who was already worried, became more upset. And to tell the truth, he didn't want to see anyone now. He just wanted to lie in bed and be quiet for a while and tidy up his thoughts.

"Who!"

Facing the annoying knock on the door, Ernst finally couldn't help asking.

"... it's me! Alexander."

"Is that you?"

Hearing the speech, Ernst, who fell back on the bed, hesitated and smashed his mouth twice. Only then did he reluctantly turn over and get out of bed, walk over and open the door.

"Why are you here? Mr. McLean didn't stop you?"

"Professor? Why did he stop me?" Alexander stood outside the door, looked at Ernst suspiciously, and then looked at him again. "Well, are you okay? Did that guy halbo do anything terrible to you?"

"He didn't do anything."

Ernst was still blocking the door and said impatiently:

"Well, I don't want to tell you this now... You see, I'm fine and everything is fine - so my 'friend', can you go?"

"Hey, Enns! As you said, we are 'friends'... Are there any mistakes in worrying about friends?"

When Alexander said this, he suddenly put his hand on erns's shoulder and wanted to squeeze into the room first.

However, at the moment he tried to move forward, a rod was already on his forehead.

"Of course it's right to worry about your friends," said Ernst in a bad tone. "But at least you have to find out whether it's your 'friend' standing in front of you, don't you?"

"Well, Ernst, what are you doing?"

Alexander raised his eyelids and glanced up. He soon found that it was Ernst's Silver Snake stick that was resting on his forehead.

"Don't you understand?" said Ernst, glancing. "Why do you think I can get away from halebo's hiding place unharmed? And come back so quickly? And why do you think McLean wants to put me under house arrest in disguise?"

"Oh... Is it difficult, you..."

Hearing what erns said so clearly, and with the top of the cold snake stick on his head, Alexander seemed to finally understand the current situation.

He looked at Ernst with a rather complicated look and hesitated:

"You have joined Haier Bo's side? What did he tell you? How could he persuade you, a stubborn guy, so easily?"

"Can you control it?" hearing the speech, Ernst couldn't help but stretch out his hand and push him back to the outside corridor. "Don't you go? Do you want to die?"

In fact, he thought he had said these words very badly, but who knows, Alexander immediately waved his hand and said:

"Hey! I said, Barnes, come on --"

As he spoke, he walked towards the door again. This time, even if Ernst pushed the snake stick to his chest again, he just pushed it aside.

"I don't think there will be any contradiction between you and me that can't be solved without fighting... For the sake of our friends, at least tell us what Haier Bo said first?"

With that, Alexander squeezed into the room through the tiny gap next to Ernst. The latter was staggered by him, so angry that he almost wanted to throw a magic spell at the back of his head.

"Stop! Who let you in -"

"Oh, I just want to have a good chat with you. Why are you angry?" Alexander sat down directly at the small round table covered with embroidered tablecloth by the window, "What's more, Professor McLean is sitting in the living room below. He must know exactly what we have done upstairs. If you really become halbo's man, I don't think you will say it under the professor's nose!"

"You guy..."

Ernst murmured more or less gnashing his teeth, but finally he reluctantly backhanded and slammed the door of the room.

"Well, well... Damn it, I've convinced you. I can't have a good rest."

After closing the door, instead of looking at Alexander, who had the impudence to break in, he went straight back to bed and lay down as before.

"Come on! What do you want to know? First, I'm confused about myself, but I don't have much to tell you -"

After such a murmur, Ernst spoke weakly with Alexander. After Ernst roughly explained the reduced conversations with halber to the other party, Alexander said thoughtfully:

"So... If the professor agrees to Haier Bo's armistice agreement, the disaster can finally end?"

"End?"

As soon as Ernst heard this, he sneered and said:

"Although I don't know what kind of compromise way Haier Bo put forward the 'mirror', I still don't think Haier Bo really wants to give up the fight. And even if we take ten thousand steps back, it's only 'suspension' at most... That's the 'despicable Haier Bo'!"

"Even if... Salazar Slytherin was originally Haier's proud student?" Alexander thought.

"Yes, even if they are teachers and students!" Ernst said almost without thinking, "anyway, at least I can't hear any warmth from halbo's tone... Let alone, who knows if it's just a fake story he made up to deceive me?"

"Yes," Alexander shrugged, "that guy's actions so far have been unforgivable. It seems that his past events don't matter at all... But, Ernst, what are you going to do next? After all, 'you're a descendant of Slytherin', you shouldn't have run away?"