Chapter 1526 Take Responsibility for Yourself

"Okay, that's enough... The wizard's refuge is in Calais, France, across the Strait of Dover, and there are family wizards from Chateau Blois on the port side to take care of them. You should apparate there first! At most In an hour, I'll take your father with me on a broomstick."

The deformation and vibration during the use of the apparition spell will obviously put a great burden on people in poor physical condition. This is the same even if they are hiding in the superimposed space of the traceless stretching spell.

While tightening the drawstring of the handbag, Hermione said to the other party:

"By the time I get to the port in Calais, it should be completely dark, and there is still a lot to do here...Let's go! We can't waste any more time."

After seeing her finished speaking, she hung the beaded handbag on her body, then picked up the broom and walked towards the window. The grateful wizard hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said:

"Wait! Miss Granger... I think there is one more thing I need to tell you."

"What's up?"

When Hermione heard this, her hand that had just opened the curtain stopped immediately.

"Actually...Gary came to my place just now." The other party hesitated behind her.

"Gary?"

"It's my eldest nephew—you've seen it before."

After he said this, Hermione immediately understood.

Yes, what the other party said should be the boy who has always been hostile to them. It turned out that the guy's name was "Gary".

only……

"Didn't he and his family have been sent to the evacuation point first? Is it because he couldn't worry about grandpa, so he ran back secretly?"

"It should be like this," the wizard nodded and said, "The kid came to visit his grandpa again, and then left... However, although he only said that he was visiting his grandpa, I found out later that , he snuck away his grandpa's wand."

"Ok?"

Hermione frowned when she heard that.

"Shouldn't all your wands be confiscated? The upstairs should also come to search—"

"Miss Granger,

Do not misunderstand! I have no intention of hiding wands! The other party hastily shook his head and said, "His grandfather's wand has been damaged in the battle in London. Even if he can still cast the spell, it won't have much power, and he may even hurt himself if he is not careful..."

While the other party was talking, Hermione suddenly remembered the previous report from the Muggle liaison officer. So the wizard who fled west was probably Gary?

"Why didn't you say that earlier!"

"Because, Gary... I think that child probably wants to go to Hai Erbo. He grew up listening to the stories of his grandfather, and he has always admired his grandfather who was imprisoned in Azkaban... …After his grandfather came back, he also learned a lot of dark arts from his grandfather."

"Could it be that he wants to ask Haierbo to cure his grandfather?" Hermione thought for a while, then frowned again.

However, she soon saw that the other party couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"No, I think he wants to be a 'real' dark wizard!" sighed the man who had also been addicted to black magic. , my brother and I were very scared. We all have families now, and that Haierbo...is obviously completely different from what we imagined!"

"However, when my younger brother and I didn't want to be any dark wizards anymore, not only did my father who was seriously injured not hate Hai Erbo who had hurt him so badly, but even when he was lying on the bed unconscious They kept saying... that Hai Erbo was a 'real dark wizard', a 'greater dark wizard than the Dark Lord'."

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help pressing her hand lightly on her beaded handbag—is a person who can say such a thing really worth her running back and forth?

"That is to say, your nephew Gary...has the same idea as his grandfather?"

"At least I think it should be like this."

After a slight nod, the other party looked at Hermione's hand on her waist and said:

"Don't worry! Father, he won't live long anyway. Even if he can hold on for a few more days, he won't be able to cause any trouble to you anymore! As for that child Gary... if he doesn't see the reality as soon as possible, Even if he is captured this time, sooner or later he will end up with the same ending as his grandfather because of his extreme thoughts!"

"But after all he—"

Hermione probably wanted to say "he's still young after all", but after another thought, the boy named "Gary" was actually at most one or two years younger than her. Thinking of this, she seemed unable to say that sentence again.

That's right, in today's disaster, everyone is already in a state of being overwhelmed. If you can't take responsibility for your own actions and decisions, even if others want to help him, they will be powerless.

And when Hermione's mood was vacillating, she saw the other party who was also silent suddenly said:

"Miss Granger, the pick-up is at the port of Calais, right? I'll go there first... My father's transfer, I'll leave it to you!"

Before the words were finished, the other party took the initiative to pick up the Portkey brought by Hermione, and then disappeared from the spot with a burst of space constriction.

"Forget it... Even his family members have said so, why should I meddle in my own business?"

Such thoughts flashed through Hermione's mind, and she seemed unwilling to waste any more time, and immediately opened the window with a "crash", stepped on the broomstick and rushed out.

The sun in the west has been half covered by the mountain-like gray mist, but the afterglow of the setting sun is still extremely bright. After taking a few more glances at the magnificent scene, Hermione was about to turn around and speed up towards the channel.

But after turning around, she suddenly turned back and flew towards the mist in the west.

"The amount of potion is quite sufficient, and there are spare parts..." Hermione lightly waved her fist in the air, and whispered to herself, "'Gary', right? Someone with a brain problem like you Guy, it's not the first time I've seen you... It's okay to be confused, I will definitely use my fist to wake you up!"

If in the past few years, Hermione's many behaviors seemed to be plausibly imitating Maca, then today's decision may really come from her own ideas.

It's like... Miss Hermione Granger who always wanted to punch Malfoy in the face.

And just as Hermione was flying extremely fast towards the setting sun, a figure was burying its head on the road between Faversham and Sittingbourne.

"...Maca...McLean."