Chapter 1912

It is obviously not easy to restore what has been destroyed to its original appearance; And if as like as two peas, it is a great difficulty.

For Maka, the former may be able to do it reluctantly, but as for the latter

"I always feel... There's something missing."

He walked in the deserted corridor and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar classrooms. He couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Is it because there are fewer people?"

Because it is completely reconstructed according to the memory left in her mind, the "new" Hogwarts castle is at least superficially no different from the past - every floor tile under her feet, every grain on the wall, and even the inclined angle of every book on the bookshelf. Even if Maka now uses a meditation basin to draw memories for comparison, I'm sure I won't find the slightest difference.

However, let alone whether there is a difference between people or not, Maka can't recover only a large number of ancient and modern magic spells originally attached to every corner of the whole castle.

"Oh, these stairs should move by themselves."

Slowly and leisurely, near the steps of the castle, Maka looked up at the empty stone steps without support, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

The ever-changing stairs were designed and built by royna Ravenclaw, in which many very subtle and exquisite magic techniques were used.

Now, if Maka wants to restore this group of movable stairs extending in all directions... It has to be said that it is not very difficult to achieve that effect, but if you want to keep the complex magic ladder running for thousands of years without failure, this is not a job that can be done in ten days and a half months of research.

Maka stood at the bottom of the stairs, looked up at them, made a few gestures, and finally shook his head - he obviously didn't have the time to do something more or less irrelevant at the moment.

"Maka, I want to see the greenhouse... Can you go with me?"

Suddenly, Willie, who had been following him, asked softly.

"Greenhouse?" Marca gave a little meal and then nodded. "Well, OK!"

He was about to go back with Willie, but at the moment he turned around, he suddenly felt a slightly abnormal but quite familiar wave passing over him.

"Wait first."

After talking to Willie, he turned back again and looked up for a glance. And then I saw him suddenly reach out and gently grasp it, and then he pulled back as if he had caught something.

The next moment, a white and transparent virtual shadow was pulled out of thin air by him.

"Oh... Who is it? What's the matter? Where am I? Eh? Isn't this McLean? Oh, and the little mute with white hair..."

The virtual shadow struggled in Maka's hand for a few times and found that she couldn't get rid of it at all, so she simply didn't move. However, its mouth was not idle at all, and it was still chattering there.

"Now that you're like this, can't you shut up and say a few words less?" said Makati, sliding his funny, somewhat blurred collar. "Pimp."

"It's because of this that I want to take advantage of this opportunity to say more... Oh! You little fart, how can you understand this!"

The Pipi ghost shook its short arms and legs again and fluttered a few times. Then he put out his tongue and made a face at makabi. He couldn't stand it at all.

However, no matter how noisy and naughty it is, it can no longer hide its fundamental weakness. Without Maka's initiative to help it condense its shape, it could hardly even maintain its self-consciousness at present.

In the final analysis, Pipi ghost is just a spirit monster born in the spiritual energy of teachers and students over the ages.

"Pipi ghost?" Willie couldn't help looking at it. "Haven't seen you for a long time."

"Oh, little mute, so you can talk! Ha ha..."

"I'm not dumb," said Willie, sipping her lips.

"All right!" the Pippi ghost skimmed his mouth. "I see, little mute."

Maka watched it quarrel with Willie there, and suddenly realized a possibility - perhaps it was those "former alumni" who lived here for a period of time that made it re form that wave, and before that, it probably disappeared because of the empty buildings in Hogwarts.

"I said, I'm not mute."

"Didn't I say it too? I see, white haired little mute!"

Maybe even the Pipi ghost himself gradually realized that he really didn't have the strength to talk like before. He said, gasping and giving up and trying to make Willie angry.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few more breaths, he suddenly turned to look at Maka and said:

"Unruly McLean... You'd better let go! Don't waste your energy... Pipi ghost is not afraid of death and won't die... It's better to have a good sleep than just talking to you three in this empty castle."

"Why don't I send you on board? The students and professors are there now," thought Marca.

However, when he saw it, he shook his head without hesitation.

"Pippi ghost is the Pippi ghost in Hogwarts castle, not the Pippi ghost on the ship!"

"Well," said Marca, who was quite weak. After reading it for a while, he nodded, "also... Then you... Wait!"

The words fell a little, and Maka gently loosened her hand holding it, and soon began to fade as if it were to melt into the air.

"... boy, let's end this as soon as possible! Pipi ghost is not afraid of anything. I'm afraid there's no one... It's too lonely."

Listening to the last words echoing in the empty staircase, Maka was stunned and habitually raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. Then he turned around, looked at Mr. brova standing a little far away, patted Willie on the shoulder and said:

"Let's go! Aren't you going to the greenhouse? Then go and have a look!"

To be honest, Pipi GUI's last words really touched Maka - yes, although it can be "Hogwarts" anywhere as long as the teachers and students are still there. However, this is too "lonely".

When she looked back a little, Marca took Willie and walked to the hall step by step.

Outside the castle, the weather is still beautiful. Looking up, the sky is clear and blue.