Chapter 1907

Who else can tell the seemingly insignificant past, except the few people who were directly involved in the process of sending norbeta away?

Maka's casual feelings immediately made Charlie understand that there was no doubt that Maka was in front of him.

Just... Why did Maka become like this?

However, before he could say anything more, it was obvious that Marca suddenly pushed norbeta's big head.

"Let's go!"

Before the words fell, he saw that norberta, like an amnesty, hurriedly flapped her wings and flew away, leaving Charlie and flying away.

"Go back and remember to tell everyone that I will remove the threat of Haier Bo for you. However... With the gradual deepening of the study of the rules of the soul, I found that although the guy's idea is extreme, the general direction is not wrong - leave Britain! This land... Will become a new world."

After that, Marca waved her backhand again, and then Charlie just felt a whirl in front of him. The next moment, with a subconscious blink of his eyes, he found himself standing on the top of the hillside opposite the school gate with the members of a whole team.

"Mr. Weasley, just now... Oh! We were still in mid air just now, but suddenly we came here with a flower in front of us..."

"Yes! This... What's going on? So am I."

Because of the sudden strange changes, even if these wizards were not useless, they were a little panicked at this time.

But Charlie only glanced more in the direction of the lake with a complicated face, then suddenly turned around and looked into the woods under the back hillside.

Maka was right. There were people there, and there were many - some of them came out after they found them on the hillside out of thin air.

"Tell Andy they'll meet here... Remember, don't enter the school and go around."

Charlie patted one of the players on the shoulder. After the latter answered with some uneasiness, he led the other players straight to the forest below.

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"Old Sir, Mr. Weasley, they're coming."

To tell the truth, the forest is not big. At present, nearly 200 people are gathered in it, which seems a little crowded. However, old Aslan obviously couldn't care so much about this matter.

"Come on! Let's meet."

As soon as the old wizard waved his hand, he took the people out of the woods and walked towards Charlie and others who came down the hillside.

"Mr. Weasley, did you just... See Mr. McLean?"

The old man just asked this question, and Charlie, who was still walking down the road, didn't have time to answer, but saw Ms. stanson walking first:

"I'm sorry, Charlie! I think we must apologize to you - Aslan deliberately asked you to meet that McClane."

"Really?"

Charlie looked at her, then at old Aslan, then looked back and glanced in the direction where Maka was just now. He couldn't help scratching his head:

"It doesn't matter. I think the old Sir has no choice but to make such a bad decision. And... As long as I know Maka is coming, I will see him sooner or later."

"I have to apologize," Ms. stanson turned her head and stared at the old wizard. "That McClane is inexplicable. Who knows if you will be in danger when you go?"

These days, she and Charlie have become very familiar. She is obviously dissatisfied with the old man... That is, her grandfather's practice.

It's said that he turned his elbow out. Old Aslan undoubtedly feels that way now.

Seeing his granddaughter's warning look from time to time, he had to shake his head reluctantly and didn't speak again.

However, Charlie comforted stanson instead.

"It's all right. Don't mention anything else. Maka, he......" when talking about Maka, he was still a little confused, but he quickly continued, "although he was really strange, after all, even you didn't hurt him, how could he do it to me?"

At this point, he could not help turning his head to old Aslan and said:

"By the way, old Sir... He already knows what you're hiding here."

"Oh, of course, he knows." the old wizard sighed. "From the first time I saw him, I knew that his attainments in magic were beyond our reach - it was impossible to hide from him by relying on a forest."

"But that's why I always think there's something strange," he continued after a pause. "Mr. Weasley, did he say anything to you just now?"

"He told me --"

Charlie was about to repeat what Maka had just said to old Aslan to see what he thought. However, the words came to his mouth, but he suddenly swallowed them again.

"Forget it," Charlie shook his head, but instead of fooling around, he said sincerely, "sorry! Marca is a close friend of Hermione and me after all... I want to discuss this with you first."

When old Aslan heard the speech, he couldn't help but have a little meal, and then he nodded slightly:

"OK! Also... Anyway, since he kicked you out, it seems that we still have to leave here."

The voice dropped slightly, and he waved to the people behind him.

"Let's go! Oh, Mr. Weasley..." old Aslan thought about it and turned his head. "I'm going to take you to Yorkshire valley. Do you want to come together? Or... Are you going directly back to Weymouth? The latest news just came over this morning that the plan to recapture Birmingham has been put on hold. I think Miss Granger and they should still be at Weymouth camp."

"Shelved?"

Charlie was stunned when he heard the speech. Maybe it was because he had just met Maka. He subconsciously connected the two things.

But obviously, without knowing that Hermione and their trip to Winchester, this association will only make his thinking more confused at most.

"Thanks for reminding... That..." he thought carefully, but couldn't think of a reason. Then he nodded in doubt, "then I'll go straight back to Weymouth."

Then he took out a whistle carved with a faucet from his chest, raised his head and blew it hard. The sharp whistle suddenly echoed among the open mountains.

Not long ago, we saw a black spot appear from the distant mountain and fly here quickly.

"Charlie, can I go with you?"

Until then, Ms. stanson finally couldn't help saying.