Chapter 1912 Light Cough

Being in Hogwarts these days, it seems to be far away from disasters and many disturbances. The mountains and the high altitude block the weird fog and the army of living corpses, making this place like a paradise on earth.

It's all good except there's no one—although it's too good to be true.

"Maka, look quickly! This pot of valerian seeds has sprouted."

When Willie ran over from the first greenhouse holding a flower pot, Maca was sitting in the front garden not far away, basking in the sun.

"Well," he put down the book in his hand, looked at the flower pot in Willy's hand, and said casually, "Yeah... After all, it's just the season when they start to thrive, and the effect of fertilizer mixed with medicine is also good. it is good."

While talking, he reached out to touch the soil in the basin—it was slightly moist and soft enough, it seemed that Willie had carefully turned over the soil for them.

"Then don't let them stay in the greenhouse anymore," he said, pointing to the flower bed not far away, "Plant them there! Let them enjoy the sun and the wind, as long as you remember to keep the soil moist."

Maca couldn't help smiling when she saw Willie put down the flower pot and ran back to the greenhouse to get the shovel and watering can with great interest after she responded.

After glancing at the tender green seedlings in the flower pot at his feet, he lowered his head again, and continued reading at the place he just saw on the page.

What's worth mentioning is that the book in his hand doesn't seem to be some advanced magic book - it's just a collection of ordinary miscellaneous stories about the magic world.

Yes, there is something wrong with Maca right now, he seems a little too "leisurely"!

However, since his return to this UK, what behaviors and behaviors of him seem to be "right"? Leaving aside Willie, Mr. Blois, who has been by his side for the past few days, can always feel that the current Maca McLean is undoubtedly "abnormal".

However, as long as Willy can live well and live in the way she likes every day, Blois, a father, doesn't care much about other things.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat..."

Not long after, Willy trotted towards this side with an iron bucket full of things in one hand and the hem of his robe in the other. Behind her, there was a long row of flower pots, staggeringly following her all the way to the garden.

When going up the steps,

She also staggered and almost tripped.

"Look at your feet and be careful." Mr. Blois couldn't help but care when he saw this.

But Willie just looked back at the entire row of flower pots, then let go of the hem of her robe and shook her hands:

"It's okay, the flower pot didn't fall off."

"Mr. Blois is talking about yourself," Maca heard, and couldn't help saying, "Be careful not to fall."

"Oh."

Willie responded, but still quickly ran to the flower bed. After putting down many flower pots, she picked up the shovel and buried herself in the soil.

As for Willie's state of being completely lost in other thoughts as soon as he touched flowers and plants, Maca could only shrug helplessly.

"Hmm... valerian."

Suddenly, Maca seemed to remember something, and grunted as he looked at the tiny seedlings. After a while, he suddenly nodded.

"Oh, it was that time!"

He remembered that the opportunity to talk to Willy in the library for the first time was this "valerian". At that time, Willie seemed to have encountered some problems when cultivating valerian, and wanted to go to the library to find related books, but because she couldn't find them for a while, she asked Maca quite impromptu.

Now that I think about it, I don’t know if Willie said that she wanted to grow valerian after going around the greenhouse a few days ago, because she thought of the scene when she first met Maca.

Shaking his head slightly again, Maca put this little memory aside, and re-immersed himself in the comfort of enjoying this afternoon nap.

To be honest, Hogwarts, where there are only three people, is actually pretty good—what Maca, who just stepped into the magic world, was looking forward to, was probably such a pleasant time!

But just a few minutes later, Maca suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, causing his shoulders to shrug suddenly. If he hadn't reacted immediately and suppressed the discomfort secretly, he would probably have coughed.

"Tsk."

After secretly clicking his tongue in his heart, his brows eased slightly, and then he calmed down again.

During the whole process, apart from shrugging his shoulders slightly, he didn't show any strange movements. Although Willie and Mr. Blois were not far away, they didn't notice it.

Obviously, after realizing at Winchester that Willie's father could perceive part of his abnormal state to some extent, Maca became more careful.

And after that, about an hour passed. After the sun gradually moved westward from above his head, he put down the book in his hand again and stood up from the chair.

"Willy, Mr. Blois, you continue to bask in the sun and plant flowers and plants... I should do some research. When I come out, we will start preparing today's dinner."

In the past few days, Maca has been like this every day-doing written research in the castle before breakfast and after dinner, spending more than half a day with Willie to enjoy a peaceful time, and then going to the Forbidden Forest to do some alone in the afternoon Magic experiments, life is very regular.

"Oh well."

Hearing this, Willie stopped what she was doing, turned around and nodded towards Maca.

"Call me if you need help."

"Of course, of course."

Maca responded with a smile, then nodded to Mr. Blois as a gesture, and then walked towards the Forbidden Forest with a somewhat leisurely pace.

A few minutes later, in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, in front of the huge stone gate in the elf settlement, Maca finally couldn't help covering his mouth and coughed a few times.

There was no dramatic coughing up of blood. After coughing, he seemed to have completely returned to normal. And the next moment, he stretched out his hand and easily pushed open the door that old Aslan and the others could not open, and walked in step by step.

"Boom!"

Not long after, the stone door closed automatically behind him, and the cave was pitch black.

Of course, Maca obviously didn't care about the darkness in the cave. He didn't even call out the light for illumination, and just walked into the depths of the cave a little bit.

A few hours later, the stone door of the cave was opened again. As if nothing had happened, Maca walked out of it calmly again, and slowly returned towards the castle.

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