Chapter 1245 Invisible Anxiety

"Oh, I think it's time for me to go, everyone, please continue to eat! I just... don't bother."

Bernthal glanced at the hospital bed again, then hurriedly turned and left. Standing at the door, Ron saw that his expression seemed a little confused and hesitant when he went out.

"Dean?"

"Ah! McLean . . . sir?"

In the corridor outside, Bernthal suddenly bumped into Maca who came back from Diagon Alley. It can be found that although he still had a smile on his face when he saw Maca, the smile was more stiff.

"It's just lunch time! Mr. McLean, roast sausage and mashed potatoes are being served below, I don't know if you saw it when you came up..." Bernthal was still thinking about the doubt just now, and said almost subconsciously, "Honestly, it tastes pretty good. I'll have someone bring you a copy."

"No, no, I'm not hungry."

Maca stared at the strange expression on Bonser's face for a while, then nodded slightly at him, and then walked past him.

Since Bernthal had just come out, the door of the ward hadn't been closed yet, which saved him the trouble of opening the door.

To be honest, if the door was closed now, he would definitely have to make some mental preparations outside the door first. After all, he really didn't dare to see Luna's pale face right now.

"Maka, you're back!"

As soon as he saw Maca appearing at the door, Ron, who was closest to here, immediately greeted him.

"How is it? What's the situation outside now... Have you met Harry and Neville?"

"Well, they're at the Leaky Cauldron now, guarding the entrance."

Maca walked in while talking, and his eyes involuntarily moved to the direction of the hospital bed—the more he dared not look, the more he couldn't help but look, so he even stepped here are somewhat difficult.

Forcibly moving his eyes away from Luna's face, he looked around the room a little bit, passing everyone's faces one by one. Suddenly, everyone was a little puzzled by him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

But after a while, Maka's gaze finally fell on Panxi who was sitting in a corner.

Obviously, although she is now completely on Maca's side, Hermione and the others have gradually recognized her as a new companion in Slytherin House. However, she was not very friendly to Hermione, Ron and others before, and she seemed a bit out of place in this ward full of Gryffindors these two days.

"Miss Parkinson... Well, you can eat first! After lunch, I think I need you to walk with me and take me to a place."

"Uh...Me?" Pansy nodded a little blankly, "Of course, no problem. But...Where do you need me to take you?"

"Let's talk about this later!" Maca waved his hand, "You eat first."

Having said that, Maca seemed to have remembered something, and turned his head slightly to look in the corridor outside the door.

"Mr. Bernthal just came, did you say anything?"

"Well, I didn't say anything special!" Ron said, "I just took a look and said hello... Oh, according to Hermione's guess, I think he came to make sure we had a good meal .

"

"What are you talking about!" Hermione at the bedside interrupted immediately after hearing the words, "Maka, the thing is actually—"

So, Hermione told Maca about the food rationing plan St. Mungo implemented from this meal and the "preferential treatment" they received. Maca nodded slightly while listening, and finally thought about it:

"Well, there is nothing wrong with your consideration, just do it like this!"

Hermione might have hoped that Maca would say a few more words on this question, but Maca simply agreed, then closed her mouth and did not make another sound.

The other little friends may not have felt anything, but Hermione has detected Maca's mood at this time from such a small sign-maybe it is still because of Luna, Maca seems quite uncomfortable in this ward.

Probably because Maca was waiting at the door without saying a word, Pan Xi ate this lunch very quickly, and soon stuffed the mashed potatoes and sausages in the lunch box into his stomach.

"That... I'm done."

"Oh... drink some water! Don't worry... I'll wait for you outside."

Although Maca said "don't worry", he turned around and walked out first. Seeing this, Pan Xi naturally didn't bother to pour water, and hurriedly chased him out.

Everyone who stayed in the ward watched the two of them leave one after the other, subconsciously followed the back of the two leaving, and looked out the door with some doubts.

Hermione saw that Ron who was standing at the door seemed to want to go out to have a look, so she stopped him immediately.

"Don't go."

"Huh?" Ron stopped immediately when he heard this, "What's wrong?"

"Anyway, don't go," Hermione shook her head, "don't waste Maca's time."

...

"Miss Parkinson, your parents should be at home now? Take me to your house, I want to ask them something."

Just as Hermione thought, Maca didn't have enough time right now, and he needed to find a usable Time-Turner as soon as possible.

The Parkinson family was once a big pure-blood family. In the middle of the eighteenth century, another ancestor with a bad mind served as the Minister of Magic. Although the minister named "Perseus" only served for one term and was never re-elected, but for some things like pockets, just one term is more than enough.

So Maca was thinking, it might be a good idea to start with their family first.

"Oh, father and brother may still be in the Ministry of Magic... but mother should be at home."

"Well, as long as someone is there!"

While speaking, Maca led Pansy downstairs, and quickly left St. Mungo in a hurry under the sight of many asylum seekers downstairs and the support team such as Akinbad.

"McLean...Professor."

"Huh?" Maka casually said while taking out a broom and handing it to her, "What's the matter?"

"It's just... my mother's temper is not very good, and her attitude may make you angry," Pansy whispered, "Look, why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic to find my father first? He should be better at talking."

"No, I don't think it's necessary," Maca shook her head when she heard this, "I'm in a hurry."

"okay then!"

Panxi felt a little uncertain in her heart. To be honest, she was already imagining the scene of Maca arguing with her own mother.

You know, my mother is actually a typical pure-blood, and she is far from the tolerance and long-term vision like my father.

But Pan Xi really didn't know how to tell Maca these words—it was her mother after all!

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