Chapter 1306 Burden or Responsibility

"...I don't think it's a good habit to hide in the dark and eavesdrop!"

When Delphi outside the cubicle said these words, Maca was stunned for a moment, but then turned his head to look at Mr. Ghost beside him.

"Please."

He grinned and made a mouth shape, and then stretched out his hand towards the door panel, signaling that the other party would go out and carry the pot for him—of course, the ghost was probably the one who was discovered, and it would not be considered to ask him to come forward What an act of shirking responsibility.

If this one didn't appear suddenly, Maca hid here with bated breath, how could it be discovered by Delphi?

"Uh……"

Fortunately, this Mr. Sewer Phantom is an honest man... well, or a "gentleman", after all, Maca looks like a girl now!

When he saw "she" begging himself to go out to top the tank, although he hesitated for a moment, he finally nodded and floated out through the door.

Oh, Merlin testifies! Maca really didn't make any "begging" expression. Although he was pretending to be Luna, he still hadn't realized how to be a "cute girl"!

If he had to say, what was he thinking when he let the other party out... then it was probably something like "If you don't go out, I'll have to cast a spell on you" or something like that!

Of course, what Maca thinks right now is just a trivial matter, and even he himself is quickly thrown aside. Because the next moment, he heard that Mr. Ghost apologized outside:

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation... In fact, this is my place, and the therapists and many patients in St. Mungo's know this!"

"Even the dean would not say that this is his territory, how dare you say—"

Delphi saw that it was a ghost, but in fact, he let down a lot of vigilance in his heart.

Because in the magic world, ghosts have always been quite rare, and even the magic world has opened a special office for their placement, so that they have a place to stay, so as not to scare others from time to time.

However, even the most terrifying ghosts are often harmless. The best they can do is yell at you and scare the faint of heart with their "dead look" and that's it.

However, the only and greatest specialty of the ghosts is probably that they lived long enough. If something is heard and remembered by them, they may be able to tell it to your eighteen generations of descendants in the future.

Therefore, when Maca suddenly heard that Delphi was going to use the Oblivion Curse on the other party, he was not surprised at all.

"...I'm a little sorry, but I have to use an oblivion spell on you. I think you should be able to understand—the conversation I had with Miss Granger just now is actually very important. At this time, I have to be cautious Some."

"I'm a little sorry, too."

While Delphi was speaking, Maca couldn't help saying this quietly in his heart. But at this time, he had already concealed his figure, and quietly walked to the door of the bathroom with Luna wrapped in an invisibility cloak.

The door had been open there ever since Hermione went out just now, and he obviously didn't need to think of a way to sneak out without opening the door.

"Forgetting Curse? Oh no... don't you need it? I promise I won't say a word to others! What's more,

If you accidentally delete more... No, beautiful lady, please don't come here! "

"Don't worry, I'm very proficient in the Forgetting Curse, I won't delete too many... forget everything!"

Just as Delphi finished his last sentence, a magic spell accurately hit the opponent's white body. The Forgetting Curse directly acting on the spiritual body immediately shocked that Mr. Phantom.

Seeing that the other party looked around blankly after being hit by the spell, Delphi finally nodded in satisfaction. And at this moment, Maca had already left with Luna.

...

Since Hermione was still the first to leave when leaving, Maca had to sneak out of the bathroom ahead of time by relying on the Immortal Hidden Potion.

Fortunately, he managed to get back to the ward before Hermione, and put Luna in the bed that was vacant because of his departure.

"To be honest, it's fine if I'm hungry, but I've suffered for you for the past two days."

Before Hermione could enter the door, Maca stroked Luna's hair and apologized silently, while feeding her a few sips of water. Then, he silently took out an unknown piece of paper and stuffed it into her pocket, and exited the room soundlessly while maintaining his invisibility.

After actually getting out of St. Mungo, all these unchanged "appearances" made Maca finally able to let go of a certain part of the pressure in his heart, and let out a breath of foul air gently.

It's a pity that although there is still a lot of time before the end of the time regression, and the sound of "tick" in his ears is still lingering, the city of London has no way to give him a spare time to relax.

The fog is shrouded heavily, the streets are full of traces left by the spell, and the sound of battles in the distance can even be heard from afar.

It is not their wizards who have suffered the greatest misfortune in the city today, but the original owners of the city.

Maca looked at the streets and buildings covered by thick fog in front of him, couldn't help closing his eyes slightly, and whispered to himself:

"That's why I often say that I'm not a philanthropic person... because when I encounter a disaster, the first thing I think of is always the few people I care about."

Yes, if only he could devote so much time and energy to saving the city instead of Luna alone. Even if it is impossible to do it for a while, it will at least reduce the number of casualties in the city.

This is obvious.

But he didn't—he didn't choose the latter of philanthropy, but the former of selfishness. He was as timid as a mouse, not daring to face the reality of Luna's death, partly because of Luna's death, but mostly because of his own inner pain.

Doesn't he know these miserable scenes outside? Even if he couldn't see it, he could easily guess it, but he subconsciously ignored those things that would condemn his conscience.

Now, Luna is probably fine, and he no longer has any reason to evade certain responsibilities. When he re-faced everything that was happening around him, a pressure that was completely different from the one brought to him by Luna's death suddenly fell on his shoulders.

"It's still a few hours before dawn... Can't do anything?"

Maca will never forget that he is still in the "past", and everything he does as a time traveler will more or less affect the future world.

Therefore, the best thing for him now is to find another place where no one is there-do research or sleep, and then wait for the dawn honestly.

However, what Maca needs most right now is obviously not rest, but to find a way to relieve the complexity and heaviness in his heart.

"Young man, what are you doing standing there! Are you dying?"

Suddenly, Maca, who was walking on the street, suddenly heard a voice that was deliberately lowered, coming from directly above him.

Then he looked up, and there was an old Muggle talking to him in the window on the second floor of the house facing the street.

"Come up quickly! Don't hang around on the street... In the past two days, I have seen many people die on the street for no reason! If you don't want to die, come up quickly!"

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help but startled, and then nodded unconsciously.

After he went around the back of the building from the alley on the side of the street, he found the stairs of this small apartment after a while, and walked up the old stairs step by step.

"Come in!"

In Maka's view, those who can still let people into their homes during this period are either fools or good people. Of course, it is not guaranteed, and there are some malicious people who want to play other people's ideas...

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a rather familiar smell—in addition to the damp and musty smell that is often found in old London neighborhoods, the air in this old man's house also had a little smell of ink and paper.

This is only after having a certain number of long-term collections of books will accumulate the taste of books.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived in the living room, he took a casual glance, and saw that there were two large bookshelves in the room that was probably a study room, and the tops were already filled with old books, big and small.

"Sir... Are you alone at home?"

"Ah, um... yes!" The old man nodded slightly, but quickly waved his hand and said, "Sit down first! If you are hungry, there are some pancakes on the table, you can eat them..."

"Oh, thanks."

Maca didn't refuse, sat down gently on the sofa over there, then picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. While he was eating, the old man poured him a glass of water, and sat down opposite him.

"Young man, why are you walking on the street alone! Why don't you find a place to hide?" The old man asked casually, "As I said just now—it's been a mess these days, you still How dare you wander the streets alone! Haven’t you seen a street where there’s not even a single person?”

Maca heard the words, thought for a while and said:

"Actually... I don't want to. It's just that my home was destroyed and I had nowhere to go—after hiding in the ruins of the community for two days, I almost ran out of food and drink, so I came out to look for it." .”

He is naturally very good at telling nonsense, just find any reasonable reason to talk about it, no one can say that he is making up nonsense to deceive people.

"Oh, is that so?" The old man nodded his head knowingly when he heard this, "Then where did you come from? Did you not encounter any danger? I have seen many neurotic people in the past two days. He's such a bad guy, he's holding a small wooden stick to drive people around, and it's actually emitting light..."

The old man was rambling on, but Maca seemed a little absent-minded. Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he moved his eyes slightly, and glanced at the room next to the study he saw just now.

The door was tightly closed.

. Miaoshuwu