Chapter 2502

It was dark, and every inch of the castle was filled with darkness. Even if it is not dark outside and has not been shrouded by thick clouds as in other parts of Britain, the still bright sunshine has always been ruthlessly blocked out, not even a trace of it.

The black like fog and embers seems to devour everything here and the vision of everyone who dares to step here without authorization.

However, at the moment, Maka, who is walking among them, is still walking smoothly and leisurely. Even though his eyes became a pair of ornaments without exception, the magic perception that became more and more acute after obtaining the demon was enough for him to "see" the world more clearly than ever before without eyes.

"Da, Da, Da... Da."

In fact, the place where Maka was going was not too far from the gate. Soon, he stopped in front of an hall door in the dark fog. Then, seeing that he didn't knock on the door or how, he just stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, and then walked in without hesitation.

This is the Hogwarts auditorium, or... It used to be. He is familiar with a table, a chair, a blanket and a candle here.

Now, the familiar scene is no longer. Even the little wizards, including Maka himself, who had been fascinated for generations, could no longer reflect the blue sky outside. At this time, what hung above Maka's head was only a dark gray.

However, unlike other places in the castle, the large auditorium was empty without any fog.

So Marca opened her eyes.

That woman, the horizon perceived by magic alone is "invisible". Standing in front of her, she is honest and practical, but her eyes are more reliable. At the moment when Maka opened her eyes, the figure of the witch Kern, who did not exist in the induction, immediately "appeared" in the deep part of the auditorium. In the dark hall, only a candle was burning there, emitting a faint light, illuminating half of her beautiful face.

Kern was sitting at a stone round table, flipping through a book, and the candle stood on the table, abrupt but inexplicably plain.

The witch Kern seemed unaware of Maka's arrival. Of course, more accurately, perhaps it should be "no accident".

"You're back."

Ancient Greek was a little strange to Maka, but he specialized in ancient magic literature enough to become Professor Hogwarts. Obviously, he didn't understand it. What's more, it's not the first time he has talked to each other.

"Yes, I'm back."

Maka was very calm, indifferent, or casual. She saw him walking by himself as if he had returned home, and then sat down opposite Kern.

"Anger, arrogance and lust have returned smoothly." Maka also picked up a Book casually placed on the table and flipped it carelessly, just like his tone at the moment.

On the other side of him, the woman who always wore the ancient Greek dress was even more insipid than him.

"I feel... You are very efficient."

Maka heard the speech and smiled gently.

"After all, those who hold the sword are my acquaintances, and those around him are all. It's not difficult for me to let them do something." when he said this, he suddenly paused, and then added, "even if they don't seem to agree with what we do."

It was at this moment that the witch Kern finally raised her head and looked quietly at Maka sitting opposite the table.

"It seems that you have failed to convince your friends."

"Didn't I already say that?" Marca listened and shrugged. "Even if I could agree with you and even help you do it, it would probably not be perfect - I'm afraid I can't use other words to define the plan except 'coercion'."

However, Kern shook his head slightly.

"You don't agree."

Maka seemed calm when she said this, and then nodded:

"OK! Yes, it's not 'approval', at most... It can only be 'approval'! If there is almost no room for redemption, I won't promise you or help you."

"... there is nothing wrong with being loyal to your ideas."

When saying this, the witch Kern was no longer looking at Maka. In fact, Maka knew at this time that the woman in front of her didn't care whether others agreed with her views - if she did, she wouldn't still stick to her own views when many wizards strongly opposed her and even tried to encircle her again and again, and finally embarked on the journey of almost no return without hesitation.

As she said at the moment, "be loyal to your ideas", she has always done so.

The voice gradually settled, and the dark auditorium returned to silence. They were turning the pages one by one, and they didn't know whether they had seen it or not.

A moment later, Maka spoke again and broke the silence again.

"By the way, gluttony has been solved in half."

For his words, the witch Kern did not immediately give any response. A few seconds later, she gently "Oh".

"He shouldn't be suspicious yet," added Maka, who seemed to know what she meant.

Kern obviously still didn't care much. He didn't even raise his head this time.

"You can do it."

Maka nodded and finally stopped talking completely. After a while, after reading more than ten pages of books, he put down his books and stood up. He left without even calling.

He was not obstructed by anything.

……

The clouds overhead are still thick, just like the hearts of Hermione and others who are flying in mid air at the moment.

Everything we experienced in the main hall of Buckingham Palace last night made us feel extremely complex and heavy... Even suffering. Many things come after the event. Even if we can finally think more calmly, we still don't have much clue.

Is that Marca?

There is no doubt that it should really be Maka - even if it has completely changed its appearance, but now most people here are familiar with each other. How can they admit their mistakes?

But... That's not Maka.

Let's not talk about the crazy and terrible plan that the other party said at first, because even if there was any reason, Maka, who everyone knew, could never do that - he really killed the dead girl!

"... damn."

In mid air, Hermione, who was flying at high speed on a broom, couldn't help yelling. The voice, which was like squeezing out of her throat because of depression, became a little distorted in the wind.