Chapter 1366 Campfire at Night

To be honest, Bernthal was far less calm than he appeared on the surface. After all, most of the arms have become like fire sticks. No matter who happens to this, I believe it will be very scary, right?

However, Bernthal has been a therapist for most of his life anyway, and now he is the dean of St. Mungo's.

Although he has already retreated to management on weekdays, he used to be the only one in the front line of magic medicine, at least he would not make a fuss because of an abnormality in one arm. Even individuals would worry about their own lives, but at least he was not in It shows on the surface, doesn't it?

"McLean, how's it going? See something?"

Since both Bernthal and the patient had directly touched the necklace, but the states they displayed were completely different, this alone was enough to make people want to find out.

"There are no more valuable clues yet... But," Maca paused, "the necklace should not be made by Hai Erbo... How should I put it? It's a bit rough... As for the chain mark on the neck, It seems to be used to protect him instead?"

"So, someone deliberately wanted to use him to spread the curse?" Bernser frowned suddenly, "And...if it wasn't Haierbo, who else could it have been done by?"

"Who knows?" Maca shook his head, "Although it is a curse from ancient magic, it doesn't necessarily have to be used by ancient wizards... In other words, the wizard who made the curse necklace could be a person from Haierbo, Or not."

While talking, Maca suddenly changed the subject and said:

"Also, I don't think it's possible to 'spread a curse' you mentioned... At least that's definitely not the creator's original intention when making that necklace."

While denying it, he pointed to Bernthal's withered arm.

"It should be an accident that you triggered the curse, but the effect of the curse... is not bad. It's a pity that its limitations are very large."

"You should also know that the biggest characteristic of curse magic is that it is easy to spread. After all, almost all curses have a way to solve the curse, unless it is too powerful to solve the curse. And this curse is neither easy to spread nor very powerful. Strong single-target damage, the whole can only be regarded as 'neither up nor down'..."

Speaking of this, Maca couldn't help spreading his hands.

"Actually, that's exactly why I'm wondering. Obviously there are other curse spells, even modern black magic. this."

"So I have reason to believe that the producer intends to use this gentleman as a 'remote control bomb'"

"Uh, what's a 'remote control bomb'?"

"It's a Muggle thing, and the army will be equipped with it, which can cause an explosion from a long distance." Maca explained casually, and then continued, "And make this necklace and put it on for this patient Mr. The person who is here may be planning something... and this is just one of the backup methods used to cause confusion and interfere with sight."

"What do you mean..." Bernthal immediately showed worry when he heard this, "There are bigger and worse things waiting for us?"

"I think so," Maca waved his hand, "so first, check to see if there are any other asylum seekers wearing necklaces, rings, earrings... or bracelets or something like that!"

Having said that,

Maca immediately gestured, and then added:

"Go and inform first! Since you have temporarily cut off the curse on your arm, your life must be guaranteed. You go to work first, and I will help you prepare a powerful anti-curse potion."

...

Bernthal didn't say anything about the curse in his body, and even Maca was forced to seek help from Bernthal after he tried to break the curse but still couldn't figure it out.

Therefore, although many people in the camp outside knew that Bernthal had hurriedly looked for Maca, they didn't know the specific reason for it.

Right now, when Maca was preparing the potion on the spot in Bernthal's big tent, Hermione had already brought Ron and his brothers to the Weasleys.

"Oh! Dad, mom? Merlin bless...well, you look...all fine!"

Probably because he didn't expect his parents to come over at this time, Ron, who was unprepared, was at a loss for words. After that, Ginny teased him about it for a long time, leaving him with a sour face until bedtime.

Of course, now that the Weasleys were finally able to reunite, and there was no shortage of food now. So for today's dinner, a group of friends simply cooked a small stove for them, and made a good meal.

To be honest, everyone's nerves are still tense after going through so many tense and scary things. From this point of view, a small but lively celebration does have its necessity.

Later, as the night gradually darkened, a bonfire was lit in the open space in the middle of the camp, and many refugees and St. Mungo's medical staff also joined in.

Under the night sky, the orange bonfire swayed with the wind, throwing sparks into the sky. Everyone surrounded the flames, and led by Fred and George, they entered into a state of demons dancing wildly.

Many people have huge pressure accumulated in their hearts, and they just need to vent in this way to adjust their increasingly depressed mood.

And it was in the second half of this spontaneous bonfire party that Maca, who hadn't come back, finally appeared in a corner of the open space, smiling knowingly at the dancing wizards and wizards.

Although I don't know who proposed this event, it actually fits his original intention. Originally, he planned to let the Weasleys rest for one night, and then have fun the next day. Who knows, he didn't need to take the lead. , tonight they started by themselves.

"Maca?"

Since Hermione and Luna were on the other side of the campfire, it was Ginny who noticed him first this time. And then, he was dragged into the crowd by Ginny, who was in high spirits, and forced him to "jump" with everyone.

"Ginny, have you been drinking?"

"What did you say?"

"I said did you drink?"

"What did you say"

Amidst the noise surrounding him, Maca was staggered a little by Ginny. After shouting a few times without getting any reliable answers, he had no choice but to give up.

Not far away, Delphi was standing by a table with a wine glass in hand. Seeing Maca's embarrassed appearance, she seemed to be unable to help but want to laugh.

The bonfire is still burning fiercely.

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