Chapter 1692

"Boom -"

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, which made Harry's heart jump when he was resting in the warehouse.

"Is it going to rain?"

He stood up from the old sofa under him and walked to the door.

"Have a good rest and I'll go out for a walk."

After saying a word to the other teammates of the patrol team, he hit the door, crossed the passage and came to the front side of the warehouse. When he passed through the shelves again and gently opened the warehouse door, the cloudy sky outside finally came into his eyes.

I don't know when, there was a violent wind outside, which made the blue canvas tied to the cargo pile sound. The clouds in the air are low enough to make people feel like they can reach there with their hands.

But obviously, even if the dark clouds are really within reach, probably no one wants to touch them. Because in the thick clouds, one or two blue and purple electric snakes would climb from time to time, and the rumbling sound was so stuffy that people were flustered.

"I really want to have another Quidditch game! Even if it's just a practice game... If you chase the snitch in this weather, the whole game will certainly become quite interesting?"

Harry looked up at the rain clouds as if they were close at hand, and walked slowly forward, muttering something he really wanted, but it was impossible to achieve now.

Between the mouth and nose, the strong sea breeze poured in a salty taste.

But just then, suddenly, another ray of thunder came out of the clouds and fell hard to the sea. Although Harry could not see the sea from the warehouse area, the roar of falling thunder could not be blocked by the surrounding warehouses, but it was still effectively transmitted to his ears.

"Boom!"

For a moment, Harry's heart trembled again, making him feel a little concerned again.

"Forget it," Harry shook his head when he thought about it. "I don't have any predictive ability. It's just that I'm constantly patrolling these days and I'm a little tired!"

To tell the truth, it's not uncommon for the port city of Calais to have a rain sometimes. After all, it's really raining here.

However, he did not expect that at the moment when he was secretly persuading himself not to make a fuss, several figures broke into his vision from the air.

Harry, who was used to it, looked a little and immediately realized that the other patrol led by Sirius had returned.

"But... Why so fast? Did you find something?"

It's no wonder Harry was surprised, because Sirius and them had just gone out, but it was far from the time of shift change!

Soon after Sirius and his team landed in the open space, Harry quickly stepped up.

"What's the matter? Come back so early?"

"Harry," said Sirius, frowning slightly at Harry as he was coming, "it's not good news, but... There's finally something across the channel! I'm going to send the news back to brova castle."

"Ah, good!" Harry was stunned when he heard the speech, but he soon followed the other side of the aisle. "What's the news? It makes you so worried?"

However, Sirius's answer is surprisingly simple:

"The fog... Is back."

……

When Sirius's bad news hurried to brova castle, Maka just woke up. However, even if he doesn't know about it, the reality he needs to face is cruel enough.

"My strength... I'm afraid I can't recover in a short time."

For his own situation, Maka obviously knows better than Mrs. Michelle, the therapist who diagnosed him before - in fact, although his mental overdraft is not serious, it is not difficult for him to solve.

A stronger soul than ordinary people makes his mental power recover quite quickly, which is the biggest reason why he can wake up from coma quickly.

But compared with mental power, the exhaustion of magic is a "big problem" that Maka can't do.

At that time, in order to provide Mr. brova with the opportunity to seal Haier Bo and to save his life, he recklessly squeezed himself and used the rule magic with great magic consumption, and the excessive magic loss has hurt the root. Now, even though his mental power has gradually recovered, the magic in his body still doesn't wake up, dead like a Muggle.

"Well, don't look at me like that - at least I'm still alive, aren't I?" Marca smiled when she saw the little friends around the bed with heavy faces. "I mean, I'm really lucky to come back alive this time! If Mr. brova goes later, you may not see a 'living' me again."

Hearing Maka talking about this, the silent partners subconsciously turned their heads and looked at Luna. Maka felt puzzled and said:

"What? Did Luna ask Mr. brova to help me?"

As soon as the voice fell, he saw Hermione and others immediately nodded, and then everyone explained to him what Luna noticed at that time.

After listening, Maka quickly waved and asked Luna at the end of the bed to come closer.

However, just when he habitually wanted to check for Luna, his action suddenly stopped again - without available magic, his perception lacked the necessary medium, and he could not sense the magic fluctuation of anything outside except himself.

However, Maka didn't make his pause too obvious. Then she gently pulled Luna's palm and stared at the ring on her finger.

"Unexpectedly, the rough embryo of this magic stone still has such effects... Is that the explosion? I think... It should have reacted to the annihilation of a large number of souls at that time?"

"I don't know." Luna seemed confused and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to you," Marca said. "But Luna, you must remember the feeling at that time - what Haier Bo is good at is soul magic. If you feel anything next time, remember to say it immediately!"

"Oh."

When Luna nodded her head, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then the door was opened.