Chapter 1921

Today, there was a little breeze around Hogwarts, mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, blowing on his cheeks as if he were drunk.

The grass leaves in the vestibule swayed gently in the wind, shaking the dew of last night.

With her hands on her back, Maka walked step by step in front of the brova father and daughter, allowing the wind to blow across her face and neck. He seemed to have a faint smile on his face, which probably looked quite comfortable.

However, the potion bottle containing the curse substance extracted earlier is still in his hand, and he doesn't seem to have the intention to put it away immediately.

Yes, since Marca took Willie out of the auditorium, he just walked like this.

When Marca didn't speak, Willie and Mr. brova didn't know whether to speak, even if their hearts were full of questions now.

However, after a moment of silence, Mr. blova finally took the lead in saying:

"Mr. McLean, Willie, is she... All right?"

"Huh?" Maka seemed to have just noticed that he was also behind him. She first had a meal, and then nodded, "Oh, yes! It's all right. There won't be such an accident in the future."

"Oh, well... Thank you."

Blova subconsciously looked at the bottle in Marca's hand, and then nodded and thanked.

"No, you're welcome. That's what I should do."

Maka shook her head and smiled. Then she seemed to stop talking. She just kept walking around the lawn.

After a while, Mr. blova couldn't help saying again:

"By the way, Mr. McLean, what are you going to do next?"

"Next?" Maka heard him ask again. This time, she finally stopped and turned around a little, "didn't she say before? I have something I want you to help..."

As he was saying this, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the bloody medicine bottle in his hand. Then he took out an envelope with only his name in his pocket, put them together and handed them to Willie.

"Give it to someone you think will be more suitable to have this power," Marca said. "Whoever you think is appropriate - after all, it is also separated from your body."

"I'll... Choose?"

Willie did not refuse, but naturally took it, although her doubts remained.

"I don't know who to give it to."

"Didn't I just say? Anyone can, and I'll believe your choice - except me, of course." Marca patted her on the shoulder and blinked. "Don't care about time, how long, until you think you find the right person for it."

"I see," said Willie quietly, nodding her head after hearing what Marca said. "If you want me to do this, I'll do it. Is that ok?"

"Well, that's enough."

Maka nodded again. Then she didn't look at what had come to Willie's hand, but turned around and said:

"That letter is for the person you choose - just give it to the other person intact, and don't worry about anything else. Because from now on, it doesn't belong to you anymore, just like it never belongs to me."

Before the words were over, Maka walked forward again and carelessly. After Willie and Mr. brova accelerated a few steps and caught up, she casually added:

"Willie, Mr. brova, you will accompany me for another day today. You can leave early tomorrow morning. Go to busbarton, France. You... Can wait for me there."

"Leaving tomorrow?" Willie couldn't help saying.

"Yes! Let's go tomorrow!" Marca said. "I'd better start concentrating early and finish the rest of the work."

At this point, he couldn't help looking around at the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts in the sun and sighed slightly.

"Maybe in the final analysis, I'm not lucky to enjoy such a leisurely and quiet time! From childhood to childhood, from the past to the present, it seems that what I'm destined for is just a busy life." he said, "but it's probably better. At least I know, I'm busy..."

He suddenly turned his head, as if looking at the brova father and daughter, but it seemed that he was looking at more familiar figures through them.

"... are valuable."

His tone of voice was very affirmative.

……

At present, Hogwarts is still a Hogwarts of three people, very leisurely and quiet; But now Weymouth camp is the Weymouth camp of many people, which is full of noise, discussion, confusion and anxiety.

Hermione and they had been away for several days, and the Rebel Alliance was being maintained by Mrs. Maxim.

Unfortunately, in pain and crisis, what people can follow will only be the practical power enough to resist the threat, rather than simple comfort and responsibility.

At this moment, perhaps Percy, who has been sitting in the camp and staying here with a group of former R.A. members, is relatively more reassuring than Maxim.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Percy was standing on the training ground beside the wharf, watching a group of little friends, each holding an ancient magic card, forming a circular array, practicing for the battle that would come at any time.

This was Hermione's suggestion before she decided to go to Winchester to find Maka - because she had organized such a simple array to resist the enemy, it was obvious that the R.A. members were not unfamiliar with it.

However, Percy decided to implement the plan originally planned to be launched in Birmingham first in Weymouth. The effect of this simple magic text array may not be very good, but after replacing the stone plate with a card, it is always much better than the conventional wizard battle.

"Well, let's take a break and try again later!"

Percy clapped his hands and let everyone rest on the spot when a round of drill came to an end. But just after he turned away, a sad face suddenly appeared on his originally calm face.

After Hermione and others left, he was actually the most anxious, because unlike others, he knew where Hermione and them had gone.

As the days passed, Hermione and others from the East had no news at all. Even Percy knew how difficult it was to send back information in the dense area of the mummies, which could not avoid his worry.

In contrast, the noise on the side of the camp and in the Rebel Alliance is not worth mentioning.

However, it was during Percy's sad moment that a faint wind roared from the northern air, which made his heart jump suddenly.