Chapter 1906 Expulsion

Apart from the few people who were directly involved in the process of sending Nobetta away, who else could tell about that period of the past that seems insignificant now?

Maca's seemingly inadvertent sentimentality immediately made Charlie understand that the one in front of him was undoubtedly Maca.

It's just... why is Maca like this?

However, before he could say anything, Maca suddenly flicked Norbeta's head.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the words were finished, I saw Nobetta fluttering her wings and flying up as if she had received an amnesty, and flew away as if she had left Charlie and fled.

"Remember to tell everyone when you go back, Hai Erbo's threat, I will remove it for you. However... as I gradually deepened my research on the rules of the soul, I found that although that guy's thoughts were extreme, the general direction was not wrong—leave England! This land . . . will become a new world."

After finishing speaking, Maca swung his hand back again, and immediately Charlie felt his eyes spinning. The next moment, when he blinked his eyes subconsciously, he found that he was already standing on the top of the hill opposite the school gate with a whole team of members.

"Mr. Weasley, just now... oh! We were still in mid-air just now, but who knew that there was a flash in front of us, and suddenly we came here..."

"Yeah! What... what's going on? I'm the same."

Due to the sudden and bizarre changes, even though these wizards were not mediocre, they were a little panicked at this moment.

But Charlie only stared one more time in the direction of the lake with a complicated expression on his face, then suddenly turned around and looked towards the small woods under the hillside behind.

Maca was right, there were indeed people there, and there were a lot of them—some of them came out one after another after they spotted them appearing on the hillside out of thin air.

"Go and inform Andy that they are coming here to meet up... Remember, don't enter the school area, go around."

Charlie patted the shoulder of one of the team members, and after the latter left with some uneasiness, he led the other team members straight to the forest below.

...

"Old Sir, Mr. Weasley and the others are coming."

To be honest, this forest is not that big, there are nearly 200 people gathered in it right now, it seems somewhat crowded. But this matter has to be done in a hurry, and old Aslan obviously doesn't care so much.

"Let's go! Let's meet."

With a wave of his hand, the old wizard led everyone out of the woods, heading towards Charlie and the others who came down the hillside.

"Mr. Weasley, did you just... see Mr. McLean?"

The old man just asked such a question, and Charlie, who was still walking down here, had no time to answer, but saw Ms. Statham on the side and said first:

"I'm sorry, Charlie! I think we must apologize to you—Aslan sent you to meet that McClane on purpose."

"yes?"

Charlie looked at her, then at old Aslan, then turned his head and glanced in the direction where Maca was just now, then he couldn't help scratching his head and said:

"It doesn't matter, I think the old jazz had no other choice, so he had no choice but to make such a plan. And... as long as he knows that Maca is coming,

Sooner or later I will see him too. "

"Then I have to apologize." Ms. Statham turned her head and glared at the old wizard. "That McLean is inexplicable. Who knows if you will be in danger if you go?"

These days, she and Charlie have become very familiar, and she is obviously very dissatisfied with the old man... that is, her grandfather's actions.

It is said that the elbows are turned outward, and old Aslan undoubtedly feels this way now.

Seeing the warning expression of his granddaughter who glanced over from time to time, he had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, but did not speak again.

However, Charlie comforted Statham instead at this time.

"It's okay, let's not mention anything else, Maca..." When he mentioned Maca, he was still a little confused, but he continued quickly, "Although he is indeed a little strange, after all, even you don't If it hurts, how could it be possible to do anything to me?"

Having said that, he couldn't help turning his head to look at old Aslan, and then said:

"By the way, old sir...he already knew about what you guys are hiding here."

"Oh, of course, of course he knows." The old wizard sighed, "From the moment I saw him for the first time, I knew that his attainments in magic are beyond our reach—I want to rely on a forest It’s simply impossible to hide it from him.”

"But it's also because of this that I always feel that things are strange." He paused, and then continued, "Mr. Weasley, did he say anything to you just now?"

"He told me—"

Charlie was about to repeat what Maca just said to old Aslan to see what he thought. But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly swallowed them again.

"Forget it," Charlie shook his head, but he didn't fool around casually, but said sincerely, "I'm sorry! After all, Maca is a close friend of me and Hermione... I want to discuss this matter with everyone first. Let's talk about it later."

Hearing this, old Aslan couldn't help but pause for a while, then nodded slightly and said:

"Okay! That's right... Anyway, since he kicked you out too, it looks like we have to get out of here."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand towards the people behind him.

"Let's go! Oh, Mr. Weasley..." Old Aslan thought for a while, then turned his head and said, "I'm going to take everyone to the Yorkshire Dales, do you want to go together? Going to Weymouth? The latest news was sent this morning, saying that the plan to retake Birmingham has been put on hold, and I think Miss Granger and the others should still be in the Weymouth camp."

"On hold?"

Charlie was taken aback when he heard the words, and perhaps because he had just met Maca, he subconsciously connected the two things together.

It's just that obviously, without knowing that Hermione and the others are going to Winchester, this kind of association will only make his thoughts more confused at best.

"Thank you for the reminder...then..." He thought about it carefully, but couldn't figure out why, so he nodded in doubt and said, "Then I'll go back to Weymouth directly."

After that, he took out a whistle with a dragon head carved from his chest, raised his head and blew it vigorously. The sharp whistle immediately echoed in the empty mountains.

Not long after, everyone saw a black dot appearing from a distant hill, flying towards this side quickly.

"Charlie, can I come with you?"

Until then, Ms. Statham finally couldn't help but speak.