Chapter 1920 Valuable

There was a little breeze around Hogwarts today, mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, it was warm on the cheeks, as if it was a bit intoxicating.

The grass blades in the vestibule swayed gently in the wind, shaking off last night's dew.

With his hands behind his back, Maca walked step by step in front of the Bulova father and daughter, letting the wind blow over his face and neck. There seemed to be a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be quite comfortable.

However, the potion bottle containing the cursed substance extracted earlier was still held by him, and he didn't seem to intend to put it away immediately.

That's right, ever since Maca brought Willie out of the auditorium, he just walked around like this.

And Maca didn't speak, and Willy and Mr. Blois didn't know whether to speak, even though they were full of doubts in their hearts.

However, it was Mr. Blois who was eager to love his daughter. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke first:

"Mr. McLean, Willie... is she all right?"

"Huh?" Maka seemed to have just noticed that he was also behind her, first paused, and then nodded, "Oh, yes! It's all good, and it won't happen again in the future Such a surprise."

"Oh, then... thank you."

Blois subconsciously looked at the bottle in Maca's hand, and then nodded slightly in thanks.

"No, you're welcome, this is what I should do."

Maca shook her head and smiled, and then she seemed not to want to talk anymore, but kept walking on the lawn aimlessly.

After staying for a while, Mr. Blois couldn't help but said again:

"By the way, then Mr. McLean, what are you going to do next?"

"Next?" Maca heard him ask again, and finally stopped this time, turned around slightly and said, "Didn't I say it before? I have something here that I want you to help..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the bloody medicine bottle in his hand. Then, he took out an envelope with only his name on it from his pocket, put the two together and handed it to Willie.

"Give it to someone you think would be more suitable to have this power,

Maca said, "It doesn't matter who it is, as long as you think it's suitable—after all, it was stripped from your body after all." "

"I... come to choose?"

Willie didn't refuse, and took it naturally, although she still had doubts in her heart.

"I don't know who to give it to."

"Didn't I just say that? Anyone can be anyone, and I will believe in your choice—except me, of course." Maca patted her on the shoulder and blinked, "You don't have to care about the time, how long Either way until you think you've found the right fit for it."

"I understand." After hearing Maca's words, Willy finally nodded and said quietly, "If you want me to do this, I will do it. Is that okay?"

"Well, that's enough."

Maca nodded again, and then he didn't look at the thing that was already in Willie's hands, but turned around and said:

"That letter is for the person you choose—you just hand it over to the other person, and don't worry about the rest. Because from now on, it no longer belongs to you, just like it never as mine."

Before the words fell, Maca walked forward again casually, and after Willie and Mr. Blois sped up a few steps to catch up, he added casually:

"Willie, Mr. Blois, you can stay with me for one more day today, and you can leave tomorrow morning! Go to Beauxbaton, France, you...you can wait for me there."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Willie couldn't help but ask.

"That's right! Let's do it tomorrow!" Maka spread her hands and said, "I also need to start concentrating earlier and finish the rest of the work."

Having said that, he couldn't help looking around at the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts under the sun, and sighed slightly.

"Perhaps in the final analysis, I am not blessed to enjoy this kind of leisurely and peaceful time! From childhood to adulthood, from the 'past' to the present, it seems that what I have a relationship with is just a busy life." He said, "But probably like this Well, at least I know, I'm busy..."

He turned his head suddenly, as if looking at the Bulova father and daughter, but it seemed that he was looking at more familiar figures through them.

"...all of value."

In the last sentence, his tone was very affirmative.

...

Right now, Hogwarts is still Hogwarts for three people, very leisurely and quiet; but the current Weymouth camp is the Weymouth camp for many people, full of noise, discussion, confusion and excitement. disturbed.

Hermione and the others have been away for several days, and Madam Maxim is struggling to maintain the Resistance Alliance.

It's a pity that in the midst of pain and crisis, what people can follow will only be a real force that can counteract the threat, not pure comfort and responsibility.

At this moment, perhaps Percy, who has been sitting in the camp and sticking to the place with all the original members, is more reassuring than Maxim.

"Yes, that's right, that's it!"

Percy was standing on the training ground by the pier, watching a group of friends each holding an ancient rune card and forming a circle, practicing for the battle that would come at any time.

This was Hermione's suggestion before she decided to go to Winchester to find Maca - because she had organized such a simple formation to defend against the enemy, so the group members were obviously no strangers to it.

However, the plan that was originally planned to be launched in Birmingham, now Percy decided to implement it in Weymouth first. The effect of this simple rune formation may not be very good, but after replacing the former slate with cards, it is still much better than the conventional wizard battle.

"Okay, let's take a break and try again later!"

Seeing the end of a round of drills, Percy clapped his hands and told everyone to rest on the spot. But just after he turned around, a look of sadness appeared on his originally calm face.

After Hermione and the others left, he was actually the one who was most anxious, because unlike the others, he knew where Hermione and the others had gone.

But as the days went by, Hermione and the others who were traveling eastward did not come back at all. Even Percy knew how difficult it was to send back information in the densely populated area of ​​the living corpses, and he couldn't avoid his worries. .

Compared with this, the noises in the camp and in the resistance alliance are not worth mentioning.

But it was also at the moment when Percy looked sad, a faint whistling wind came from the northern sky, which made his heart jump suddenly.