Chapter 1196 Opportunity to Think

"You go in first! I have to find Mr. Dean Bernthal first, and I will be back in a while."

Seeing Maca slowly leave along the corridor, Hermione and the others couldn't help but stop and look at his back a few more times. To be honest, after hearing what Norman Werther said, they already felt Maca's more solemn mood.

But now, although Maca said that he was looking for the dean of St. Mungo, everyone felt that he might just want to find a place to be alone.

After everyone looked at each other, they pushed open the door in front of them and walked in one after another.

"Oh! Ron, Ginny!"

It was Percy who came up first, and it could be seen that his first reaction when he saw everyone was a little relieved. Needless to say, if something happened to his younger siblings because of his two stupid letters, he might never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, it seems that Ron and Ginny are fine.

"Percy?" Ron saw his footsteps walking towards this side, and quickly stepped forward to support him, "Merlin, you really came to London alone, and you came to London earlier than us." Found Fred and George!"

"Yeah!" Ginny hurriedly came over and said, "Percy, how did you do it? Look, you even wobble when you walk!"

"Oh, it's actually because I walked too much today," Percy patted his leg, "Actually, I've recovered a lot, and before I came out of the house, I could even jog a few times now and then." Step... well, okay! Although it seems nothing to show off, after all, I did do another stupid thing this time."

"No, it's not a 'stupid thing'," Fred said from behind, "We're really touched... I must say, this is the first time you've acted like a big brother who is worried about the safety of his little brothers."

Before the words fell, George continued from the side:

"Although you did make a trip in vain, my brother."

At this time, it was the words of the twins that made everyone laugh, although there was still a bit of reluctance in everyone's smiles.

But, of course, Hermione could tell from the way Fred and George looked now that they had indeed changed a lot. Even though they still spoke with a brisk humor, but now the two brothers are by their wives' side, and they no longer have the same hippie smiles as before.

People grow up, even this couple.

Just as Hermione was feeling secretly, Ginny looked around and said hurriedly:

"Where's Papa and Mama? Aren't they here?"

"Oh, they went out to find you," Percy said, "but just now Lupine sent word that they're all in Diagon Alley now. It's just that the road is getting more and more dangerous, so they can't go any further for the time being." I'm back...Of course, don't worry, Diagon Alley is safe now."

"That's good," Ginny and Ron nodded after hearing that, "... that's good."

"Anyway, sit down and rest for a while!" Fred greeted, "You look exhausted... Also, tell us what's going on outside right now? How did you get here? ..."

Seeing them getting together and sharing their experiences, the windbreaker wizard who had been standing at the door paused for a while, and suddenly left the ward silently as if he didn't want to disturb their conversation.

...

The corridor outside the ward seemed very busy, with patients and nurses coming and going. Maca walked among them, and had to dodge from time to time, so he didn't walk very fast.

When he came up, he had already met his old acquaintance Lockhart, and he also saw that the other party seemed to enjoy this kind of life very much.

I have to say, that guy is really one of the few people who can still enjoy himself in this situation. I don't know if he is really big-hearted? Still using that smile to anesthetize himself deliberately.

Not long after, Maca walked up the stairs to the rest area on the sixth floor, and sat down in a place that was free.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the floors below, there are obviously far fewer people here. Because no one came to disturb, Maca quickly fell into a slightly confused meditation.

In fact, he still had preparations in advance.

Because he had already guessed that when the big rock fell from the sky, Hai Erbo would definitely do something, so he also prepared some countermeasures early.

But he never expected that Haierbo might have already assembled the summoning volume of "Abatel".

What exactly is the so-called "Devil Summoning Technique"? He really didn't know anything about it.

Suddenly, Maca thought of the mental disorder shown by the "beast" he met outside the entrance of St. Mungo just now, which made some specious guesses in his heart.

As mentioned before, ancient summoning is divided into two categories: "spirit summoning" and "demon summoning", and the former is mainly a theory of summoning with matter as the main body and spirit as the core.

Yes, today's Transfiguration is a branch extracted from this theory.

Then, is another category of summoning corresponding to spirit summoning, is it some kind of magic theory with spirit as the main body?

Although it is possible to speculate a little according to the theoretical possibility, it is difficult for Maca to imagine what the "devil summoning technique" actually is.

Especially in some ancient books, he also found that ancient wizards usually regarded these two summoning classifications as completely different systems, which shows that the two probably do not have the relative relationship he analyzed above.

With almost no clues, even if he could guess, it was difficult to figure out why.

While Maca was thinking about it with worry, a figure suddenly appeared from the stairs, which made him stop thinking for a while, and then turned his head away.

"How did you come here?"

Maca looked at the windbreaker wizard who was walking towards him, and showed a faint smile.

"Let me guess, is Hermione worried about me again?"

"No," the other party shook his head lightly, "Although I think she must be really worried about you...including Miss Lovegood and the others, but everyone didn't show it this time."

"Oh," Maca shrugged suddenly, "They are really understanding."

That's right, what he needs now is a quiet place where he can calm down and think. If Hermione and Luna appear here, it will only make him more worried.

"What about you?" After a short pause, Maca looked at the other party and said, "Why did you follow me? Do you have any suggestions to tell me?"

Although he would often deliberately ignore the existence of this windbreaker wizard, he never forgot some of the reasons why the other party appeared in front of him.

This witch, whose identity is unknown to everyone, is undoubtedly a key.

"Suggestion?" But the other party said in a daze, "Well... I don't think so, Mr. McLean, I just want to see you."

Listening to that surprisingly melodious voice, Maca didn't know what to say. After a while, he slowly shook his head and asked:

"I wanted to ask before, why didn't you hide your voice all of a sudden?"

"...Because there is no need."

The other party seemed to pursed her lips. It sounded like some words might have been lingering in her heart for a long time, but she still couldn't utter them in the end.

After a little hesitation, Maca watched her walk to the window step by step, looking at the scenery outside gradually fascinated London does not have the thick gray fog outside, it is still so fresh.

It's a pity that when this beauty is compared with everything I saw before I came in, it makes people feel even more subtle and cruel.

When the battles outside are still going on, maybe they should go out to help. At the very least, even though that would probably be a futile solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause, it would at least make them feel better.

However, Maca just looked at the "blue sky" outside as well, and was immersed in difficult thinking again.

It must be said that if even he gave up thinking about it, then this disaster that is about to become more and more serious, I am afraid there will be no room for change.

...

When Maca was on the sixth floor of St. Mungo's, looking out the window together with the wizard in the windbreaker, the changes in the city continued relentlessly.

Just like Pansy's friend Iluli, when the hidden dangers of the magic ritual broke out in many believers, she was obviously not as lucky as Pansy, and happened to have a powerful helper by her side who could relieve her of the influence.

In the dungeon at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic, Iluli's eyes were already occupied by cloudy black, and her beast-like instinct made her try her best to break open the cell door and escape from this dark and cold place.

"clang"

All of a sudden, she slammed her fist on the solid iron fence again, even though her hands were already covered with blood, she still didn't notice it.

But I have to say, compared to other "believers" outside, she is lucky.

In her body, the remaining blood of the elf exerted a strange power invisibly, preventing her from being completely controlled by violent instinct like the "beast" Maca encountered.

She just knocked on the enchanted iron door, oscillating between reason and instinct, fighting with herself again and again.

Fortunately, since the Ministry of Magic had no manpower left to take care of the dungeon, no one came to break her struggling state, which barely gave her a chance to regain her heart.

"clang"

The sound of heavy knocking echoed again and again in this deserted dungeon, as if it would never stop.

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