Chapter 1197 Not for Maca

"You're back? Where's Maca? Didn't he come with you?"

As soon as Hermione saw the wizard in the trench coat coming in from the door, Hermione immediately went up to meet him.

In the ward, when the others heard Hermione speak, they all turned to look in the direction of the door.

"He said he would go back to Hogwarts first, and bring Mr. Potter with him." The wizard in the windbreaker seemed to notice that Ashley had fallen asleep on the hospital bed, so she lowered her voice very softly, "He And let me tell everyone to make preparations, tonight, he will send everyone to the Burrow for the night—"

Having said that, she paused for a while, and then added to Hermione:

"Including your parents."

"Oh, no...he can't do this," Hermione stepped back half a step after hearing that, "Well, I mean, I agree with sending Mom and Dad to the Burrow, but I definitely have to stay!"

"Yes," the wizard in the windbreaker nodded, "Mr. McLean already guessed that you would say that... In fact, he actually wanted to respect your opinion, but this time the situation is different from the past. Therefore, he hopes that you can make a decision after seriously considering the feelings of your parents."

"Parents' feelings... Is that what he said?" Hermione shook her head in a daze, and couldn't help saying to herself, "This is really a 'cunning' way of persuading."

And when Hermione stood there and fell silent, Ginny, Ron and others couldn't help but stare at each other silently.

To be honest, they don't know whether they should stay here or not. Because even if they have some abilities now, the previous situation shows that the strength they can contribute is still quite small.

Therefore, compared with not getting in the way here and affecting Maca's performance, they don't know which option will help Maca more.

Seeing that Hermione was not talking, the windbreaker wizard finally said:

"In short, think about it carefully! If you still have a different idea after careful consideration, you can talk to him yourself after Maca brings Harry back."

Having said that, she didn't really like to talk, so she quietly found a place to sit down, picked up a book beside her and flipped through it alone.

Not long after, Ron, who was sitting next to Percy, suddenly whispered:

"Many have said,

Maca is actually very similar to Professor Dumbledore, but I don't think they have much similarity at all. If it had been Professor Dumbledore, he would have been more supportive of the idea of ​​us trying to get involved...well, I say, don't you think? "

"I don't think—" Fred shrugged.

"Where is there a teacher who would drive his students to death?" George reached out and patted Ron on the shoulder, taking Fred's words.

Hearing George's words, Ron scratched his head.

"Oh," he said awkwardly, "from what you've said, it seems unlikely..."

At this moment, Ginny who was sitting not far away suddenly said:

"What Professor Dumbledore is like, I can't say it is very clear... But look outside! I think the kind of teacher you mentioned, George, still exists."

"Oh, okay!" George was stunned for a moment, and then he spread his hands, "I have to admit, what you said is quite reasonable...but Professor Dumbledore is definitely not—"

"Do not!"

Before he finished speaking, Hermione, who was silent at the side, suddenly turned around as if thinking of something, and said:

"Ron... maybe you're right."

"That's right?" Ron was still reminiscing about George's words at this moment, and when Hermione spoke, he almost subconsciously said, "You mean, Professor Dumbledore, like that Hai Erbo, will send students to die? "

"What are you talking about!" Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "Hurry up and forget what George said! I mean, Professor Dumbledore will definitely hope that we can grow up through constant experiences."

Before the words fell, Hermione explained:

"Actually, the biggest difference between Professor Dumbledore and Maca back then was that he was already very old. And...Although this is just my guess, I have been thinking that he may have been ready for a long time. Meet your own death."

"However, although a person's lifespan is limited, the difficulties in this world are infinite, and they require generations of living people to face them."

Having said that, she paused for a moment, then said again:

"Of course, what Ron said at the beginning is not completely correct, because there are indeed many similarities between the professor and Maca. You can recall the deeds of Professor Dumbledore when he was young-he In order to prevent Greenwald from continuing to do evil, he can run to a duel with the opponent alone, isn't this what Maca has been doing?"

"However, one person's power is always limited. After Greenwald was finally imprisoned, it took a long time for the International Federation of Wizards to clean up the mess. The entire European wizarding world has caused no small harm."

"Perhaps at that time, Professor Dumbledore had already understood this truth. Since then, he has tried his best to let himself stand behind the scenes to guide everyone, and even personally served as the president of the Federation A long time."

"……so?"

Ginny seemed to understand what Hermione wanted to say, but she obviously couldn't grasp the key point.

"So," Hermione sorted out her thoughts, and then said, "Everyone knows the current situation—including the meteorite that is about to fall on Hogwarts, including the dark wizards who are making trouble in London, and even the Terrible 'Devil Summoning'..."

"Obviously, it's impossible for Maca to handle so many things at the same time. This is the time when he needs help the most!"

Just as she was talking, Hermione shook her head suddenly, then turned around and said:

"And one thing, I think I've been wrong all along—we shouldn't be here to help Maca. Think about what Haierbo might do if he takes over London, or even the entire British wizarding world. what?"

...

Maca naturally doesn't know what Hermione is thinking, because he has just appeared outside the school at this moment.

Speaking of which, this time things had gotten so bad that he didn't even think about letting Harry stay.

Yes, even as he was thinking, Harry might have wielded the Sword of Gryffindor by now, possessing a considerable amount of power.

"Harry?"

Walking through the deserted grass in the vestibule, Maca hurried into the castle. Along the way, he only knew that Harry had returned to the Room of Requirement by asking about the portraits that could be seen everywhere in the corridor.

When he opened the door of the Room of Response, he suddenly found that it was in a mess. The magic dolls for practicing duels were almost all broken up, and various parts were scattered all over the place.

And right in the middle of the room, Harry himself was lying sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

"What are you doing? Doing rehab for yourself?"

"Maca!"

Hearing Maca's voice from the door, he immediately got up cleanly.

"Oh, thank goodness you're back! I'm telling you—"

"Don't talk about it yet," Maca greeted him, stepping over a leg of the puppet that fell at the door, "Hurry up and clean it up, we're leaving!"

Harry was taken aback.

"where to?"

"Saint Mungo."

Maca didn't explain much, he just urged Harry to take everything he should bring. Seeing his anxious look, Harry thought he was asking him for help, so he left in a hurry.

But as soon as he walked to the corridor outside, before the door of the Room of Response disappeared, he suddenly said:

"Maka, do you know the password for the lounge?"

"Password?" Maka was startled, "Where is there any password now... eh? Is there really?"

After seeing Harry's sour face, even though his heart was full of worries, he still shook his head dumbfounded.

"Let's go! I'll go there with you..." he said as he walked, "So is the fat lady, now you are the only student in the school, what's the use of having a password?"

The Gryffindor common room and the Room of Requirement are on the eighth floor, and they didn't spend too much time, and quickly arrived at the entrance of the lounge. Looking at the fat lady who was dozing off with the wine glass overturned in her hand, Maca had no choice but to reach out and tap her picture frame.

"Hey ma'am, wake up!"

"No, it's useless, the fat lady just passed out half an hour ago..." Harry said helplessly, "Maka, maybe you don't know, half an hour ago I sat here and guessed the password for an entire hour!"

"Oh, that's really hard work for you."

Maca sighed, and didn't bother to sober up the fat lady, so he cast a special spell to replace the portrait in the castle and moved the frame to the side.

"Come on in! We've got to get there soon—before it's dark!"

Seeing Harry quickly walked into the common room, Maca leaned against the railing of the stairs next to him, taking advantage of this gap to continue thinking about other things.

After waiting for a while, Harry hurried out again dragging his suitcase and carrying his owl Hedwig, and the two left Hogwarts immediately.

"It seems that after sending everyone to the Burrow, you have to remember to come back again."

When Maca and Harry came outside the school gate again, he couldn't help but glance back, and then he took Harry directly to the outskirts of London.

"Oh! What the hell is going on here?"

In front of the gray fog that was like a barrier, Harry's expression changed again and again, and he was almost speechless in shock. But right behind him, Maca just patted his arm lightly.

"Don't think too much, you will know the specific situation in a while... Now, take out your broom! We have to rely on flying for the rest of the journey."

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