Chapter 1765

"Miss Granger, please don't mention the prophecy again - before I can correctly interpret the prophecy, I won't tell anyone else about any prophecy I made. After all... With this painful lesson, I have deeply understood that my prophecy will 'kill'

In the curtain, Ursula said slowly in a slightly low voice.

However, prophecy certainly does not kill.

Ursula's prophetic lineage is very pure, and the degree of blood awakening is quite high. Her predictions can be said to have great credibility.

Unfortunately, the accuracy of prediction never depends solely on itself. Since ancient times, no matter how clear predictions need to be reinterpreted in order to make more people understand the changes in the future, and understanding the level of readers will often have a key impact on the future.

Who can interpret the prophecy more accurately? Although it can't be said to be absolute, as the source of prophecy, the prophet himself naturally has great advantages.

But this time, as a prophet, Ursula questioned his ability. Obviously, her choice is correct. In the current state, she is no longer suitable for making any predictions for others.

"As for the whereabouts of Mr. McLean, I can say my guess," Ursula hesitated after a slight pause, "I think even if he left later, Mr. McLean should have been to Britain at least - he took two powerful corpses together at that time. In order to ensure that no one would be hurt, Britain, which is occupied by thick fog, is obviously the most appropriate choice."

Hermione listened, then nodded slightly and said:

"Yes! Where else can he go except there?"

Since the prophet didn't want to prophesy any more, Hermione seemed to have no reason to stay here. After all, Safina almost told Marca about her experience when she met them just now.

Just thinking about it, Hermione, who was just about to leave, suddenly couldn't help saying:

"Miss, I don't know if I can ask again - did you find anything strange in his actions and performance when getting along with Maka?"

"Strange?"

Ursula couldn't help thinking about it.

"Well... There are some things that really matter. For example, he seems to have been suffering from something so that he can't use magic at will," she thought. "But even so, he easily took the two enemies we can't deal with."

"In addition... Although it certainly can't be said to be 'strange', he... Er, his mental tolerance is very strong - even if he sees something that ordinary people can't accept, he can treat it with an ordinary heart."

The last sentence of her was obviously talking about her own incomplete body, and when she said it, she seemed to think of the time that Maka held her.

Regardless of Ursula's appearance, she is still a young girl. Perhaps it is because of her deformity that she has not been in close contact with men of the same age since the accident that year, her heart naturally palpitates.

But it's a pity that even if she herself noticed some kind of feeling in her heart, she didn't dare to expect it.

After shaking her head powerlessly behind the curtain, Ursula regained her mind and her tone returned to calm again.

"In a word, there are some puzzling places, but I don't think it will make people feel 'strange'. Mr. McLean is a kind and respectable wizard."

"Of course... Of course," Hermione pursed. "Then... I'll go out and have a good rest. When we're done and ready to leave busbarton, I'll come to say goodbye to you again."

"Thank you."

Across several curtains, Ursula on the bed watched Hermione's figure leave from the door, and then she retracted into the quilt with a little gloomy emotion.

After a short silence, she couldn't help whispering to herself:

"Hermione Granger... Perhaps only an excellent and beautiful girl like her can spend her life with Mr. McLean?"

With such a murmur, Ursula suddenly turned her head and looked at the window and said calmly:

"Safina, when did you learn to eavesdrop?"

"I don't!"

Before the words fell, a figure turned out of the window and sat down on the back chair beside the bed - that's her exclusive seat in her sister Ursula's room. No matter where they moved to live, the maid Larson always put a chair there, which has never changed over the years.

When Safina sat down, she continued:

"I just sent Miss Granger away and habitually came back from here - you know, it's faster!"

I don't know if it was because Ursula threw her out of the window. Unconsciously, climbing the window has become a habit of Safina.

Sometimes Ursula also wondered if Safina had been feeling guilty about what happened that year, so that she subconsciously thought that if she could turn out the window by herself, her sister wouldn't have time to escape from the fire.

However, Ursula knew that all she could do for Safina was not to mention what happened in those years. Because no matter how she explains and comforts, the facts in front of her will only make Safina more guilty.

Ursula was thinking so secretly, but Safina suddenly whispered across the curtain:

"Ursula, you like that McClane, don't you? Don't worry, I think Mr. McClane doesn't mind your problems at all. If you think about it carefully, you may not be hopeless? Don't worry, I'll think of a way for you. At least it's good to create some 'fair' opportunities for you -"

As soon as she finished, Ursula heard a tap before she could refuse. Safina turned out of the window and hurried away.

"This girl," Ursula said reluctantly, "forget it. Anyway, she can't toss anything. Let her go... No! She doesn't want to run outside at this time, does she?"

"Wait... Larson! Larson, come here..."

With Ursula shouting in the room, it seems that busbarton, who has just welcomed Hermione and others, is going to become more and more "lively".