Chapter 1913

Being in Hogwarts these days seems to be far away from disaster and many disturbances. Many mountains and high altitudes block the strange fog and the army of corpses, making it like a paradise on earth.

Except for no one, everything is beautiful - although it is too beautiful to be true.

"Maka, look! This basin of valerian seeds has sprouted."

When Willie came running from the first greenhouse with a flower pot, Marca was sitting in the front garden not far away, basking in the sun.

"Well," he put down his book and looked at the flowerpot in Willie's hand. At the same time, he said casually, "yes... After all, it's just the season when they begin to thrive. The effect of fertilizer mixed with medicine is also good."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the soil in the basin - slightly wet and just soft. It seemed that Willie had turned the soil for them very carefully.

"Then don't let them stay in the greenhouse," he said, pointing to the flower bed not far away. "Plant them there! Bask in the sun and blow the wind, as long as you remember to keep the soil moist."

Seeing that Willie put down the flowerpot and ran back to the greenhouse with interest to get a shovel and a watering pot, Maka couldn't help smiling.

After glancing at the tender green seedlings in the flowerpot at his feet, he lowered his head again and continued to read where he had just seen on the page.

It is worth mentioning that the book in his hand does not seem to be a profound Magic Book - it is just an ordinary collection of anecdotes and stories in the magic world.

Yes, there seems to be something wrong with Maka right now. He seems to be too "leisurely"!

However, since he returned to England, what behaviors did he look "right"? Not to mention Willy, Mr. brova, who has been following one side for several days, can always feel that today's Marca McLean is undoubtedly "abnormal".

However, as long as Willy is good and can live her life in the way she likes every day, brova, a father, doesn't care much about everything else.

"Dada dada..."

Not long after, Willie trotted to this side with an iron bucket containing a lot of things in one hand and the hem of her robe in the other. Behind her was a long flowerpot, which swaggered all the way to the garden.

When she went up the steps, she stumbled and almost tripped.

"Watch your feet and be careful," said Mr. brova, unconcerned.

But Willie just looked back at the whole row of flowerpots, then spread out the hem of her robe, shook her hand and said:

"It's all right. The flowerpot hasn't fallen."

"Mr. brova is talking about yourself," Marca said when she heard the speech. "Be careful not to fall."

"Oh."

Willie answered, but she quickly ran to the flower bed. After putting down many flower pots, she picked up the shovel and shoveled up the soil.

As for Willy, who had no other thoughts when she met flowers and grass, Maka could only shrug helplessly.

"Well... Valerian."

Suddenly, Maka seemed to think of something and looked at the small seedlings and muttered. A moment later, he suddenly nodded his head.

"Oh, that's when!"

He remembered that the opportunity to talk to Willie in the library for the first time was this "valerian". At that time, it seemed that Willie had some problems while cultivating valerian and wanted to go to the library to find relevant books, but because she couldn't find them for the moment, she asked Maka quite temporarily.

Now, I don't know if it's because she thought of the scene when she first met Maka after going around the greenhouse a few days ago.

She shook her head slightly again. Maka put this little memory aside and re immersed herself in the comfort of enjoying the afternoon nap.

To be honest, Hogwarts with only three people is actually pretty good - what Maka, who has just entered the magic world, expected is probably such a pleasant time!

But just a few minutes later, Maka suddenly felt a burst of tightness in his chest, which made his shoulders shrug sharply. If he hadn't reacted immediately and secretly suppressed the discomfort, he would cough up.

"Tut."

After secretly smacking his tongue in his heart, his eyebrows eased slightly, and then calmed down again.

The whole process, except for a slight shrug, did not show any strange movements. Although Willie and Mr. brova were not far away, they did not notice it.

Obviously, Marca has become more careful since she realized at Winchester that Willie's father could detect some of her abnormalities to some extent.

And after that, about an hour passed. After the sun gradually moved westward from his head, he put down his book again and stood up from his chair.

"Willie, Mr. brova, you continue to bask in the sun here, all kinds of flowers and plants... I should do some research. When I come out, we'll start preparing today's dinner."

In the past few days, Maka did this every day - she did written research in the castle before breakfast and after dinner, spent more than half a day with Willie to enjoy quiet time, and then went to the forbidden forest to do some magic experiments alone in the afternoon. Life is very regular.

"Oh, OK."

When Willie heard the speech, she stopped her work, turned around and nodded to Marca.

"If you want help, call me."

"Of course, of course."

Maka answered with a smile and nodded at Mr. brova. Then she walked towards the forbidden forest with a rather leisurely pace.

A few minutes later, in front of the huge stone gate in the Forbidden Forest and the elf settlement, Maka finally coughed with her mouth covered.

There was no dramatic drama of coughing up blood. After coughing, he seemed to have completely returned to normal. The next moment, he reached out and easily pushed open the door that old Aslan couldn't open, and walked in step by step.

"Bang!"

Soon, the stone gate closed automatically behind him, and the cave was dark.

Of course, Maka obviously doesn't care about the darkness in the cave. He didn't even call out the light to illuminate, so he went to the depths of the cave.

A few hours later, the cave stone door opened again, and Maka came out calmly as if nothing had happened, and slowly returned to the castle.