Chapter 1715

When people learned what had happened to Maka this morning, the sun had set to the west sea level. The red sunset wiped all over the sparkling sea and scorched half the sky.

In the living room on the first floor of the wizard tower, Mr. brova fumbled for the handle of the magic wand. While reminding everyone not to panic impulsively, he said Maka's situation seriously.

"... I must stress that Mr. McLean only said let me take Mr. Porter there! I know that you may be worried, but after I saw his state in person this morning, I also thought that too many people should not be allowed to pass - it is not a force that ordinary people can bear."

"So wait here this time! I believe that's what Mr. McLean wants."

At this point, he added at the end:

"By the way, another point should be very important to you - Mr. McLean himself will certainly not be hurt by this accident, so... You don't have to worry too much about his safety."

With that said, the living room fell into silence, and everyone was silently digesting the "great event" he just said.

After all, even if they don't know the rules of magic, they know that what Maka does must be very dangerous.

Especially Willie, when she heard that Marca poured the blood curse that had been extracted from her body back into her body, she gave her father a rare look. Looking at her eyes, it was as if she was asking her father why he didn't try his best to stop, but finally agreed to help Marca.

However, she did not blame Mr. brova.

After a while, Hermione, who had been sitting nearby without speaking, finally spoke.

"Mr. brova... Do you know why Maka... Why did she specifically remind you to let Harry take the Gryffindor sword?"

Faced with Hermione's inquiry, Mr. brova showed obvious hesitation. Because even though Marka didn't explain it at that time, he had already had some conjectures that were not difficult to infer.

In fact, perhaps Hermione herself could guess something. She just didn't want to believe it.

After another silence, Mr. brova turned to look at Harry and said with a slight frown:

"Mr. Potter, we should go - Mr. McLean hasn't come back yet. Someone has to take a look. And then... Take a good sword."

Not far away, Harry, who was sitting on the bucket next to Ron's shelf, subconsciously moved his feet. Gryffindor sword actually leaned in his arms all the time. The bright sword body reflected the evening light projected from the window, showing a slightly cold golden red.

However, his hands were still on his thighs, and he could touch the hilt when he raised his hands, but he instinctively resisted.

You know, since he was reluctantly accepted by Gryffindor's sword, he would even sleep with it behind the pillow and on the handle of the sword. It was the first time for him to refuse to hold a sword like this.

"Mr. Potter."

When brova called again, Harry closed his lips tightly, stretched his face, took up his sword, and stood up slowly.

"... Harry."

Ron watched each other step by step towards Mr. blova, and then they walked out of the gate one after another.

Throughout the process, everyone involuntarily turned their attention to them, including Ron.

But in the end, they decided to obey Mr. brova... Or what Maka meant, and no one spoke again.

Although, waiting is often disturbing.

"Click."

The door was closed.

However, the waiting was unexpectedly not painful, because the little friends didn't even have time to think more, and the door just closed by Harry was opened again.

Then Harry and Mr. brova both stepped back from the door.

At that moment, Hermione and others suddenly stood up from their chairs, and immediately followed, we saw a familiar figure walking steadily through the outer door.

Almost at the same time, everyone suddenly felt a strange breath coming to their faces. It's hard to explain that feeling - perhaps it's an aura similar to that of ancient kings, which makes people unconsciously kneel down and surrender, but it seems that it's not the case when you take a careful look.

"It seems that... Mr. brova has told you all about this morning?"

Marca, who had just walked in from the door, glanced at the living room. And as his eyes flitted gently, everyone had the illusion that his eyes were like substance.

"Maka, did you... Succeed?"

Harry, standing next to him, hesitated for a moment and asked stunned.

However, Maka did not immediately give an answer. He paused for a moment, as if he were still feeling something, and finally shook his head calmly.

"Should... Can't say 'success'."

This seems to be a very difficult question for Maka. Of course, what he considered must be much more complicated than his friends thought.

And Maka clearly knows this.

So after thinking about it, he turned and said:

"In a word, there are still some gains. At least I have regained the ability that a wizard should have - even, it is probably more suitable to deal with halbo than in the past."

After calming everyone's uneasiness with this sentence, Maka waved her hand and motioned:

"Don't think about it. I'm all right... Oh, I just saw that today's dinner is ready. Let's eat early! To be honest, I'm a little hungry."

With this, Maka beckoned the people out of the wizard tower and went to the camp outside to fill the empty belly. After seeing that Maka is not only normal, but also has a strong feeling, they also feel a lot more secure in their hearts.

However, Delphi, who walked in the back, still seemed to have a touch of doubt in his eyes. She looked at Luna in front of her. When she noticed that there seemed to be some confusion on the other party's face, she couldn't help walking up and asked casually:

"Mr. McLean, is he... Different from before?"

"Oh! Do you think so?" Luna nodded immediately after hearing it. "In fact, I also have this feeling... Delphi, I think Marca seems to be more handsome again!"

"Ah?"

Before the words fell, Delphi looked at Luna in amazement, waved her hand to herself, and then ran straight ahead.