Chapter 2427

"Luna Lovegood, born in Ravenclaw College of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, has a strange personality and jumping mind. She is good at ancient magic literature. She was once a student one year lower than Marca McLean. After McLean became a professor of ancient magic literature in Hogwarts, she followed her opponent to study magic literature, and then underwent several training (see Annex) , more progress has been made. Now, with Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and other outstanding Wizards of the younger generation, they have gone deep into disaster places several times. Due to the difficulty of investigation, further personal information is temporarily unknown, and the current situation needs to be supplemented. "

This is one of the information sent to the Institute by the international intelligence office of the U.S. magic Congress through ifamani. Although the content is not very detailed, it is also about the identity and origin of the other party and the general experience during the disaster.

With a few magic photos of each other, John had accurately identified the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him at one glance.

However, he had no idea whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to say that he suddenly met each other in this place.

"Er... 'making friends'?" John kept a step backward subconsciously, stood in the door and hesitated to repeat the other party's words.

"Yes!"

In front of the door, Luna, standing on the steps, looked at him curiously, paused and then said:

"Everyone has difficulties and can help each other. That's making friends... You look dull. You shouldn't have any friends? In fact, I'm the same... So seize the opportunity! Everyone here is good and has no bad thoughts. They are all good friends worth making..."

As she was talking, a hand suddenly reached out from behind, pulled her aside, and interrupted her "friendship theory" that completely baffled John.

"Sorry, Luna likes to talk to herself like this occasionally. Don't pay attention to her."

With that said, the owner of the hand that pulled Luna away had replaced Luna, who spoke abruptly, and stood in front of John. Because he also saw this face in the intelligence list, John soon recognized the other party's identity - this is one of the people marked with key marks in the information, the young witch named "Hermione Granger".

John looked up behind him again... Sure enough, although it was not quite complete compared with the list, most of the young people were here. Some of his previous guesses were right.

"Excuse me, is it Miss Granger of Hogwarts?" John thought. He looked all right, took another step forward, and stretched out his hand. "I'm John Stewart, an advance sent by American ivamani."

"Ifamani?" Hermione stared at him. "Hello, it's nice to meet people other than us here."

As she responded, she stretched out her hand and shook it gently, but then she withdrew her hand.

"Since Mr. Stewart appears here unharmed, there must be no conflict with the living corpses. We have just gone out and experienced a difficult battle. Some people need treatment and others need rest. It's inconvenient to talk to Mr. Stewart in detail for the time being... Please give us some time and have a good exchange later!"

With that said, Hermione nodded politely to John, then greeted the others behind him to bypass him and went straight to the hall.

John watched the group pass by one after another and found that most of the others, like Miss Granger, seemed to have little interest in themselves except Miss Luna Lovegood at first. He dared not say anything more for a moment, but watched them disappear one by one at the hall door when he came out.

"Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott... Safina Geoffrey."

He murmured in his heart that these were naturally the people he had seen in the data, but obviously not all. In this group, there are wizards he doesn't know and whose origin is still unknown.

However, whoever can appear here is obviously not the object he can easily ignore. Now he is also trapped here. At least these young wizards who are said to have taken the lead to curb the disaster are obviously more trustworthy than the owners here, that is, the living corpses.

But is that true?

John looked at the empty hall again, hesitated for a moment, then silently shook his head - after seeing all the situations here recently, he had already begun to wonder what the use of coming here was.

At the same time when the mission was assigned, the Institute firmly said that it had obtained some information about the disaster area. Although it was still dangerous to send their team, it was still possible to try to send it out after collecting the specific information here.

But now look, the actual situation here is not only different from the information given by the Institute, but it is also difficult for him to go back to heaven - if he hadn't been inexplicably lucky this time, he might have been dead from the beginning, just like those teammates?

So, what the hell is he doing here?

"... Mr. Stewart? Mr. Stewart?"

Standing at the gate and staring at the hall, John was full of thoughts for a moment, even worried, and even began to doubt his life. After repeating the voice in his ear several times, he suddenly woke up.

"What?"

He suddenly turned back. When he saw the white face of the dead girl in the white night, he was back to his senses.

"I mean, Mr. Stewart, what are you doing here?" white night said, stretching out his hand and pointing to the hall. "The master will be back soon. He ordered to prepare a banquet in the restaurant and let Mr. Stewart attend - Sir, go and tidy up his clothes first. The master doesn't like people with poor clothes."

"Er... Ah... Oh!"

John was stunned and subconsciously looked down at his clothes.

Indeed, in recent days, he has been wandering around, busy with his own affairs, and he can't see a few people all day, so he doesn't care about his image at all.

However, let a corpse who is still holding a book to learn human words point out this, but it is still something he didn't expect, which is more or less subtle.

After leaving these words, the white night didn't say more to him, so he took the new companion behind him out of John's sight, leaving him alone at the door.

"... banquet?"

I don't know how long it took before John hit his mouth and said to himself dryly.