Chapter 2041

"There's nothing hard or not. I'm just doing what I think I should do - completing a transaction. There's nothing to be grateful for here."

Safina's words are still so diaphragmatic.

However, everyone may have been used to her attitude. Whether she has a different heart or not, or... Maybe she really thinks so? In short, everything she has done has brought us almost irreplaceable help, which is the fact.

"Miss Geoffrey! Thank you anyway!" Harry said seriously.

Yes, Harry, after all, has always been so serious about right and wrong. Perhaps it is because he is sincere and thoughtless that his frankness makes people feel that he is not mixed with falsehood. No one will think that he is just putting on airs.

At this moment, even Safina could only SIP her mouth in the face of such Harry, waved her hand at him and said:

"Whatever you want! Thank you if you want. No one is stopping you!"

Then she picked up half a piece of bread, dipped it in Hannah's jam and ate it.

Safina's action is like a signal for dinner. As soon as we see it, we all start to fill our stomachs.

Dinner was obviously not rich. When they came, no one had the mind to prepare food. But now in this newly rebuilt humble center, the outside is the enemy except the enemy. In fact, it is no different from the suburban battlefield. It's good to have something to eat and drink.

"Oh, Hannah, this jam tastes good," Ron said aside. "It feels better than the one yesterday!"

"Thank you," Hannah nodded slightly, "but this bottle is not made by me. It is a product produced by Macmillan's farm - our two families have been in touch since our ancestors. Their family will send a lot of things every quarter. In fact, these jams have been in my bag for a long time."

"It's Ernie's?" Ron thought, but he couldn't help scratching his head and sighing. "Speaking of it, the time to leave school is not as long as expected, but the memory of school seems to have become very long."

"Yes!" Harry recalled as he heard it. "McMillan? I don't know how they were on the change."

Because Ernie McMillan used to be Marca's roommate, and Harry and Marca have always been very close. Everyone still remembers the hutchpatch boy.

Even now Harry remembered that one Christmas Ernie had invited Marca to his house for a dance.

Unfortunately, as Ron said, after so many changes, the memories that were not long ago have faded unconsciously.

Of course, it's just Harry and them who have memories of McMillan. On the other hand, Safina and others don't have so much emotion.

In other words, she has had enough emotion since she reached this deal with Maka and gave Ursula a satisfactory body.

"Was it really that beautiful in the past?"

Safina muttered a little vaguely as she chewed the bread. The corners of her mouth were stained with jam, but she didn't know it. Instead, she looked a little cute.

"This kind of thing is always different from person to person," Sarah smiled. "But I think the past is better. After all, everything we experience will eventually become the past."

Of all the people present, she is really the only one qualified to say this. Although she has lived so many years, it seems that most of them are just wasting their time.

"Maybe!"

Safina brushed her lips, but did not refute. She just hurriedly put the remaining piece of bread into her mouth, then clapped her hands and stood up.

"What are you still procrastinating about? Rest early and get up early tomorrow! Clean up all the living bodies one day early and reduce bad memories one more day in the future, won't you?"

With such vague words, she immediately turned and walked up the stairs. It seemed that she was ready to go to bed - Hermione didn't assign her the task of night watch because she had her men in charge of defense and the one who did the most during the day.

"That's right," Harry shrugged and quickened his pace. "Hermione, remember to rest early and don't be too busy late."

"Yes."

Hermione nodded casually, but her eyes were still staring at the several manuscript papers in front of her. It seemed that she was still focusing on the design of the magic Wen array proposed by Sarah.

Probably because of what Safina just said, everyone seems to eat faster. A moment later, everyone finished the relatively poor dinner one after another. Except Ron, who was responsible for the vigil tonight, they went upstairs.

ok In fact, there is another exception, that is, there seems to be more contradictory brova in my heart recently.

"Sir, don't you... Go to rest?"

To be honest, Ron has never been very good at dealing with Willie's father, as he used to be, and perhaps even more so now. Because there was Marca in the past, blova always gave face, but now the situation is quite different.

"Why did I rest so early?" brova sat by the window and looked at the night gradually seeping into the whole sky. "I haven't participated in the battle during the day. I'm not tired."

It's hard for people to pay attention to the surface when they say their inaction so openly. Just like Ron now, he subconsciously began to wonder whether there was any reason to care behind each other's behavior.

Of course, it's definitely not Ron's style to ask directly... Or he's really not used to talking to brova.

"Oh."

He smiled awkwardly and then turned his eyes to the world outside the window.

Because of Safina's hard work during the day, it seems very quiet at night today. There was no living corpse in the field of vision, and people felt a lot of peace of mind. Even though the clouds were still gloomy and depressed, Ron still had a sense of inexplicable comfort in his heart.

It's right to think about it. This is a burrow and his home. Although some places are different from the past after reconstruction, there are so many friends to accompany and guard. In fact, the feeling of home has not been reduced too much... Maybe!

Ron took the teacup, took a sip in a low voice, and let the warmth trickle down his throat into his stomach.

"Weasley, it's still a long night... Talk about McLean!"

It's cold, brova said.