Chapter 1599 Different Sunshine

"Noah, I guess... You must have been confined at home by your father during this period of time, right? You should stay in Blois Castle these few days! Mr. Blois and I will replace you on your father's side. you said."

"Oh! As expected of my good buddy—Maka, you really understand me!"

"Okay, okay, don't rub your fat on me... Go! You have seen some Hogwarts students earlier, let the maid at the door take you to find them!"

"Okay, see you later..."

Seeing the fleshy back leaving from the door, Maca shrugged his shoulders with Mr. Blois who was sitting opposite, and said with a light smile:

"This fat man has no other specialties, but his personality is simple and optimistic. With him, maybe he can dispel the haze that has settled in everyone's hearts—"

Seeing that Willie's father nodded in agreement, Maca suddenly turned around and said:

"However, how should I put it... I really didn't expect that the embryo of the Philosopher's Stone was conceived and formed in the human body. And with that characteristic... What a wonderful coincidence!"

Hearing what he said, Bulova couldn't help spreading his hands slightly.

"Since ancient times, hasn't magic research been piling up all kinds of wonderful coincidences?"

This sentence couldn't be more correct, Maca shrugged accordingly, and then gestured to Kingsley, who had been sitting aside since just now, and hadn't spoken much.

"Let's not talk about irrelevant things, let's get straight to the point!" He said to Kingsley, "As far as the current situation is concerned, what is the Queen of England thinking? Let's talk about your guess first!"

Maca's meaning was very clear. He actually didn't really want to know the specific content of the conversation between Kingsley and the Queen this morning. Because as you can imagine, it must be just a bunch of appearances mixed with useless words.

But what he wants to understand is only the "truth" in it.

"Okay." Kingsley, who is already very good at this kind of work, immediately nodded his head and said, "Then first of all, I think the Muggles actually prefer to leave Haierbo's problem to us wizards to solve it." of……"

With his back to the window, Kingsley slowly narrated some of his views. Under the shadow caused by the bright sunlight at noon, his expression looked very serious.

That's why Maca doesn't like the extraordinarily bright sun very much today.

Because at the moment, its momentum that seems to be able to dispel all darkness is even more ironic.

...

In fact, what Kingsley said today can barely be summed up in one sentence, that is-the British royal family has the intention of asking for help.

The harm that Hai Erbo caused to the British magic world was enormous, but in this disaster, it was still the Muggles who suffered the most.

Of course, Maca still needs to consider the question of how to respond to the entreaty expressed by the Queen's side, which is both inside and outside the words. This question must be considered in combination with reality.

And when Maca was discussing softly with Kingsley and Mr. Blois in the small living room, when the fat young master of the Hohenheim family ran to chat with Maca and his friends...

Delphi, who had gone to the block that M. Blois had helped to vacate, was thinking about more personal matters.

"If... I mean, if, if I go to Castle Blois and try to kill me when I was a child, what will the result be? Is my 'existence' 'corrected' by the rules of time?"

After a whole morning of orderly guidance, those asylum seekers from the UK have settled down in this block in batches. There are indeed a lot of people, but if compared with Muggles, it is obviously not worth mentioning.

At first, Mrs. Maxim also brought some people to help, but Beauxbaton still had to teach normally, and they obviously couldn't stay here for too long.

But fortunately, just because these song refugees are almost used to obeying the arrangements in an orderly manner, there are actually not too many troubles.

At this moment, Delphi, who had just been idle, finally had no excuse to use busyness to block her thoughts. I saw her walking slowly on the street full of warm sunshine, and while inspecting the occupancy of the asylum seekers, she started to think wildly again.

"The rules of time . . . are a wonderful and terrible thing!"

Probably because there was no result after thinking about it, Delphi couldn't help muttering. But to be honest, even though she seems to be one of the few people in the world who is qualified to ponder the rules of time, in fact, she really doesn't have any real sense.

She couldn't really turn her "experience" into a basis for thinking and speculation, so she could only rely on her father...to "imagination" by trusting those memories given by Maca.

However, in fact, this is actually the source of motivation that prompted her to try to guess the rules of time.

In short, if all her memories are created for her by Maca, then she is equivalent to standing on Maca's thoughts and wisdom, and "replacing" Maca to think.

Now, Delphi has turned into a Muggle.

Perhaps after experiencing that conversation before dying, she has already felt Maca's tenderness, so she will no longer feel pain and fear for not being able to use her magical power to help her father.

But what if she still had a way to help Maca?

Delphi is undoubtedly a smart enough girl, just like the similarity between her and Luna that Maca was thinking about earlier, she has already noticed it.

Yes, both of them seemed to have a tendency to become ordinary Muggles, and even she herself had actually become a Muggle.

Even though the process is different, the outcome is almost the same.

There are many coincidences in the world of magic, and their coincidences often imply some thought-provoking truths——Delphi did not ignore this point.

It's a pity that she, who has not witnessed the previous time regressions like Maca, obviously lacks an important clue. So much so that even though she had some insights from personal experience that even Maca didn't have, she still couldn't find the answer to the question.

"My fate and that of Miss Lovegood may really be entangled."

Delphi thought speciously, without much basis, but this did not prevent her from making such an assumption.

"Well, maybe...would it be better to call it 'bad luck'?"

While pacing, she muttered in a low voice, touching her chest habitually. The Time Converter, which she had been hanging there all along, had now returned to her father's hands.

"No," Delphi stopped suddenly, covered his chest and shook his head lightly, muttering to himself, "No matter what difficulties you encounter, it should always be 'lucky'...at least for me , must be lucky."

Delphi at this moment is different from Maca, she doesn't seem to find the warm sunshine above her head to be annoying.