Chapter 1225 Bitter Tea

"Maca?"

When Ron stayed in the ward for a long time and was about to take a few steps to relax his tense mood, he saw a familiar figure from behind in the visitors' rest area on the sixth floor.

To be honest, Maca's back is not conspicuous, just like his appearance, it has never been the type that can attract others' attention at a glance.

Therefore, the reason why everyone feels extraordinarily reliable when they see him now is because he has brought tangible help to many, many people so far.

Sometimes just thinking about it a little bit, Ron can't help but feel a little incredible - without Maca, he can't even imagine what everyone would be like now.

But... Of course, Maca has always been very clear about things that Ron could not imagine. Maybe a few things would have been less rosy without him, but there might have been more bad things that wouldn't have happened.

Therefore, Maca actually thought that his "encounter" with Hogwarts, with these little friends, and even with the entire wizarding world was definitely not a good thing.

Maybe... the mere fact of "meeting Maca McLean in my life" was a mistake for many people, right?

"Ok?"

Ron's magic power wave Maca had already felt it, but he waited for the other party to speak, and then turned around and smiled at the other party.

"Maka, why are you here?" Seeing that it was Maka, Ron quickly walked over and said, "When did you come back? Why didn't you go to the ward?"

"Oh, sorry," Maca shrugged lightly, "I'm thinking about something here."

"yes?"

Ron, who was about to sit down here, straightened up immediately after hearing this.

"Then you keep thinking, I won't bother you—"

Obviously, Maca's time is definitely more precious than the idle self. If he delayed Maca's thinking because he was running around, maybe he would become a sinner in London...or even the entire British magic world!

"No, no need." Seeing that Ron wanted to leave, Maca immediately waved his hand and said, "Since everyone is up, sit down! There is nothing to disturb."

"Uh... is it really okay?"

"If you are told to sit down, sit down!"

Maca shook his head, seeing that Ron finally sat down across the table with some hesitation, he picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip.

"that--"

Ron looked at the teapot and teacups on the table, and suddenly he realized that the slightly shaking tea in the cup did not seem to be the color commonly seen on English afternoon tea tables.

It looks... a little gray in there?

"Is it Ge...Gordigan tea?" He recalled slightly, "I remember you seemed to drink it for us."

"Well, yes, Goldigan tea." Maca nodded, "But this is not the kind I made for you before. How about it, do you want to try it?"

Ron heard the words, and then said happily:

"Oh, why not?"

Maca nodded again knowingly,

Then he waved his hand casually, letting another teacup that was upside down on the porcelain plate next to him float to Ron by himself. Afterwards, the teapot moved accordingly and poured him a full cup before falling back to the center of the table.

"Huh? What kind of smell is this..."

Ron picked up the teacup and sniffed it, looking puzzled. But when he saw that Maca was drinking sip by sip, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he didn't have any worries at once.

Because he knew that Maca had always had a pretty good taste in eating and drinking, and even the last "potion ingredient feast" was not bad at all in terms of taste.

However, as soon as the tea was in his mouth, Ron's expression changed instantly.

"puff--"

Maca had sharp eyes and quick hands, and when Ron spit out subconsciously, he immediately raised his hand, making the tea mixed with saliva float in the air.

Then, he pointed down and let them merge into a bunch and pour them back into Ron's teacup.

"How is the taste?"

Maca raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face after a successful prank, and looked at Ron's bitter face with great interest.

"Oh, Maca..." Ron stuck out his tongue and frowned, "What is this?"

"Didn't you just say that? Goldigan tea!" Maca spread her hands and said with a chuckle, "And it's the most primitive version. Not many people in this world can drink it!"

"This," Ron said helplessly after hearing this, "Even if everyone can drink it, surely not many people would like it? Maca, do you really think this is delicious?"

Before the words were finished, Maka put away her smile and looked into her cup, then slowly shook her head.

"do not think so."

"and you--"

Before he finished saying "then why would you drink it", Ron saw Maca slightly lowered his head and said:

"Although I don't like it, there are two people who think it's not bad. But I think that there may be only one person who really likes it...because the other one may only like the person who cooked it That's all."

"What, what?"

Ron felt as if he understood, but he didn't seem to understand. After pondering for a while, he could only scratch his head a little depressed.

"Well, anyway, I don't want to drink... I'm sorry, I wasted your cup of tea."

"fine."

Maca waved his hand indifferently, emptied the teacup in front of Ron, and then let it turn over and back to the porcelain plate on the side.

But after that, he picked up his cup again and drank it upside down in one gulp. Then Ron watched him put the cup on the table, sighed with relief and said:

"Oh, it sure is a punchy drink!"

Seeing that he actually wanted to add more to the cup after saying this, Ron finally couldn't help but said:

"Maka, is it... something happened?"

Ron is not a person who is very sensitive to other people's inner thoughts. Even with Maca's suggestion in the past, he is already much stronger than the immature self he used to be.

But things that are not good at are things that are not good at. It is impossible to turn Ron's shortcomings into strengths just because of Maca's few words.

So that is to say, in the current series of behaviors of Maca, there have been some abnormalities that even Ron can detect.

"Huh?" Maca just shook her head and said, "No, nothing happened, I just suddenly recalled some past events—you know, I am an orphan just like Harry. As for orphans, there will always be some embarrassing old things."

Hearing Maca's words, Ron wanted to say that he didn't know, especially compared with Harry, Maca's story before entering Hogwarts was completely blank for these little friends.

No one knows what Maca has experienced in the past; let alone what kind of childhood can produce an outstanding wizard like Maca.

Ron remembered that someone at school once speculated that Maca, who had always been as humble and polite as a real gentleman, was most likely from a wealthy and outstanding family. It is only because of some unknown reasons that he becomes an orphan.

And based on the calculation of time, many people think that Maca's parents and family members may also have died at the hands of Voldemort.

That's right, although Maca has long said that he was Muggle-born, there are still a lot of people who don't believe it, especially the group of "young masters and ladies" in Slytherin College.

But on this point, Ron didn't think so.

Yes, Maca's words and deeds do always have a confidence and humility that ordinary people do not possess, and that kind of temperament often gives people a well-educated feeling. But Ron felt that Maca's self-confidence and modesty were fundamentally different from the so-called "pure-blood education" in those pure-blood wizard families.

Just like now, even Ron could feel some bad emotion surging in Maca's heart. But on the surface, he was still calm and friendly, as if he didn't want others to be disturbed by his mood at the moment.

Maca McLean is a person who is born with a soft heart. On the contrary, the kind of strength he usually shows may be a kind of disguise for himself and others.

At this moment, Maca didn't know that his disguise was almost never seen through, but today Ron guessed it by accident like a coincidence.

"Okay, this tea is almost finished, and things are almost thought out, then I should continue to go out to do errands... Oh, I won't go to the ward for now, you can go back later, and you can mention it to everyone by the way." In one sentence, it means that I may not come back to have dinner with everyone today."

"Uh, okay—"

Seeing Maca get up, Ron nodded habitually, but he immediately stretched out his hand and said:

"Ah! Wait a minute, I have something else to tell you."

"What's up?"

After Maca heard it, he couldn't help but paused, looked back at him and asked.

"It's Harry," Ron reported instantly, "and he's gone to Diagon Alley - with his Gryffindor sword. Oh, and Neville might be with him too, I've been there before His family's ward, Hannah told me."

"Harry and Neville?" Maca nodded slightly and asked after thinking, "Is there anyone else?"

Ron shook his head.

"It should be gone."

"Well, I see, I will pay attention on the way."

Having said that, Maca turned around again and walked towards the stairs step by step. Here Ron watched his leaving back. Although he was a little worried, he didn't know what he should say until he couldn't see the other party.

He only knew that there seemed to be an indescribable oppressive feeling in his chest, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

After a while, Ron withdrew his gaze, let them fall on the teacup left by Maca on the opposite side again, and stared at it for a while with some concern.

It's a pity that he couldn't understand what Maca was thinking just now, and what the previous words contained.

"Oh!"

Ron scratched his scalp again in distress, and the doubts in his heart piled up into a mountain. ...

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