Chapter 1322 The Girl's "Little Conspiracy"

"What a wonderful child! They shouldn't have to bear so much responsibility and suffering at this age..."

The queen, who had hardly spoken from the beginning, looked at Harry and Neville who were exchanging their experiences, and suddenly murmured involuntarily.

Then, she turned her head to look at Maca who was standing not far from her, and added:

"And you... Mr. McLean. If I remember correctly, you and those two children should have been born in the same year, right?"

In about a month or so, Her Majesty the Queen of England will celebrate her 71st birthday. As a member of the British royal family who experienced the Second World War, she not only witnessed the hustle and bustle of war, but also experienced the harshness of war.

"Oh, yes." Maca shrugged and said jokingly, "Your Majesty... Actually, I also think that the burden of guarding a city and a capital is indeed too heavy for us. But there is no way , who makes the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?"

"If possible, I still hope to live an ordinary and leisurely life, including now I have been looking forward to that."

Just as he was talking, Maca spread his hands, and then turned around and said:

"So, in order for this city to settle down as soon as possible, please let us do our best to solve this unreasonable disaster without any worries!"

The Queen shook her head slightly when she heard him say that.

"I know, you all hope that I can leave London for asylum as soon as possible... But do you know? When World War II broke out when I was 13 years old, many people suggested that my sister and I should go to Canada for asylum. But my mother But said, 'The children must never leave without me, and I must never leave without the king, and the king must never leave under any circumstances.'”

Speaking of this, she paused for a while, and then said firmly:

"Now I am the queen... So that means, I cannot leave this city that is suffering, let alone those people who are enduring the test of life and death."

To the ears of others, this sentence may be the majestic declaration of a "king"; but when it is uttered by the white-haired queen in front of him, it is more like a simple statement. fact.

To be honest, in this day and age, the status of a queen or king is not so much a representative of the supreme power of the lord of a country, but rather a hereditary honorary profession from generation to generation. Even if some power is still retained, in fact,

But it is very likely that it will not be used for a lifetime.

On this basis, once something major happens, the obligations derived from those powers will instead become an irresistible burden.

Maca stood there, looking at the old man who was more than enough to be his grandmother, finally shook his head and said:

"Okay! I think we do have to respect your choice as Queen of England."

"Mr McLean"

The old bishop Davidson who was sitting on the side wanted to say something, but Maca waved his hand, making him stop what he said. Then, he turned his head and said to the back:

"Harry, Neville, you two stay here! Before I get rid of all those black-eyed wizards, stay here and do guard work. Also, Mr. Davidson, please come with me for a few minutes I think this place should focus on defense..."

After letting Harry and Neville stay together, Maca greeted the old bishop out of the spacious living room and came to the front door.

But when the old bishop thought that Maca was going to give some insightful advice, he heard Maca pointing to the front garden outside while casually saying:

"It's probably impossible to persuade the queen to cooperate with the evacuation. My suggestion is to use magic spells to 'convince' her directly. But now, there are actually many powerful enemies wandering in clusters outside. You'd better I'll leave London covertly after I've cleaned it up."

After lightly and casually giving such a helpless solution, Maca suddenly reminded:

"Then, remember to be quick when evacuating. Although I have left Harry and Neville to you, they can handle many unexpected situations with their strength, but that is not absolute. I believe that Haierbo's method will It will be even sharper... After all, this time, our side naturally cannot afford to lose, but he is obviously the same!"

"Can't you find that guy and let you hold him back?" Old Davidson said with some doubts, "I heard that you have 'killed' him many times! Even if he can't be killed, you can do it again what?"

"Since you know he can't be killed, why didn't you find out that he gets stronger every time he is resurrected?" Maca said helplessly, "Up to now, in terms of personal strength, I am already on par with him. And even if I try my best to kill him again... Next time, I dare not say how many people in this world are his opponents."

In fact, that despicable Hai Erbo has not yet fully recovered to his peak state, and Maca is more or less aware of this.

It's hard to imagine how powerful such a wizard who has lived from ancient times to the present can become in the end... Of course, Maca doesn't want to know at all.

"Okay." After a short pause, Maca sighed, "I have to go, time is running out."

...

"Luna, thank God, you are really alive...wake up! You don't know, if you lie down so coldly again, I may never be able to forgive myself in this lifetime..."

In fact, until Maca left St. Mungo's, Hermione still hugged Luna tightly and refused to let go. And her face was already full of tears.

There is no doubt that in the past few days, she really thought that she had said goodbye to Luna forever. And even if Luna didn't die because she wanted to save her, she couldn't bear the difference between life and death, let alone Luna saved her twice in a row.

On the other side, Luna just stared blankly for a while, then let Hermione's two arms strangle her tightly, with a calm smile on her face.

"Hermione?"

She didn't know that she had saved Hermione's life, let alone that she almost died... She only knew that she seemed to faint when she got up at night to go to the bathroom.

However, this did not prevent her from making her own interpretation of everything in front of her.

"It's okay, Hermione... Anyway, I'm standing here right? You have to trust Maca, he will take care of everything! So no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

After feeling Hermione's arms move slightly, Luna pulled out an arm and reached out to touch Hermione's messy, shaggy hair.

She was trying to appease the other party, just like when Maca was appeasing earlier.

But after a while, when Hermione finally calmed down, Luna was puzzled by what the other party said. Hermione leaned close to her ear, sobbing and whispering softly:

"Luna, I won't compete with you for Maca anymore... because I have already understood that only people like you who are smart, brave and able to perform miracles at critical moments can truly help him and be worthy of him." And I... no matter how much preparation I have made, I can only stay in place in the end, and I can't even move!"

"Well?"

Although Luna was a little confused by Hermione's words, she didn't ask anything. Because her intuition told her that for some things, it is the most correct choice not to figure it out.

However, what happened before is nothing, Hermione's mentality is obviously not what she wants to see. Is this still the competitive Miss Hermione Granger in the past, who even occasionally had a bit of bravado?

Luna may indeed like Maca, but Hermione is also her good friend, and she doesn't want this proud friend to change suddenly.

You know, the Miss Granger who fights over everything is the Miss Granger she knows.

"Hermione."

With a little effort, Luna pushed Hermione away from her a little. After seeing that her face was full of tears, he took out a handkerchief full of red cherries to wipe her, and then whispered in a voice that no one else could hear clearly:

"Do you know? In fact, we don't need to fight for Maca at all, because no matter what you say, he should make the choice? Since you have already confessed your love, then it will be me next time, and then... We don't have to worry about him, let him figure it out!"

"Uh... eh?"

When Hermione showed a look of "he still has this hand", Luna turned around and hugged her.

"Okay! Let's do it like this! After the matter in front of us is over, we will go and make him hard and see what he can do!"

Up to now, the three of them have experienced so much, it is absolutely impossible to say that Maca still doesn't have Hermione in his heart.

However, the successive incidents left Maca with no time to think about these personal issues.

Seeing that Luna was about to run aside to find Ginny after she finished speaking, Hermione hurriedly said:

"Luna...how can this be done! You"

"shh"

Luna turned around abruptly, pointed her index finger at Hermione's side, and signaled her to stop talking. Then he waved his hand casually, and turned his head to Ginny who was worried because of Harry's trip again.

Hermione looked at Luna's brisk back, and her nose couldn't help feeling sour.

"...Luna."

After calling out in a low voice, Hermione finally pursed her lips and went back to the bed and sat down, but she didn't notice a little sigh in Ron's eyes at the end of the bed.