Chapter 207 Dazzling Lolita

Last night at the Hog's Head, Maca certainly didn't tell Lucius and old Avery about the termination of the plan. This matter can only be known by one's own people, and the sloppy guys like Lucius and Avery obviously cannot let them know.

He only vaguely stated that the plan would be delayed for a while so that Voldemort could be dealt with more properly.

As for when that will be, of course, it will be discussed in another day.

Although they were not very willing, Lucius and old Avery could only suppress the anxiety in their hearts and nodded in understanding.

no way! Dumbledore alone is enough for them, and now Maca itself is not simple, how to stand in line, for old fritters like Lucius and old Avery, they can't be more clear.

After coaxing the two of them back, Maca glanced in the direction of the "Snow Witch", finally shook his head, and turned back to Hogwarts.

He now has a rough idea of ​​what is hidden in the ghost swamp in North America. As for Celine of "Snow Witch", I am afraid that she is still worried about how to save her mother.

However, Maca has not yet made up her mind whether she should touch those so-called "shouldn't touch" things.

"Even if you want to go, you have to be fully prepared. At least, the research and practice of rule runes is the highest priority right now."

After thinking about it like this, Maca gave up the idea of ​​going to the "Snow Witch".

Early the next morning, Luna was sent out of the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey.

She was able to leave the hospital so quickly, but it was largely due to Maca's timely use of the potion. And all trauma, as long as it is not extremely serious, can generally be healed quickly with the combination of magic and potion.

Fortunately, although the sword of Gryffindor is indestructible and extremely sharp, even magic can be split with one sword, but its own damage effects are all on the physical level.

Maybe it was originally designed like this, or maybe, Harry didn't actually play its true role.

In short, Luna was discharged from the hospital, and Maca was the happiest.

"I'm finally discharged from the hospital. It's worth celebrating—today happens to be Sunday. What do you want to eat? Or where to go?" Maca's face was full of clean smiles.

Speaking of which, he hadn't really laughed for a long time.

Now, the emotions and emotions have finally returned, and he can't help but find that he smiles a lot more recently than before he lost his emotions.

Just as Maca and Luna walked out of the gate of the school hospital together, he suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing towards his face.

He took a step back subconsciously, then turned around, and found a figure passing him. If you don't avoid it, you will definitely be hit straight.

Maca looked back.

Good guy! If this is not avoided, it is not as simple as being hit!

The oncoming figure just now was none other than the Beauxbaton school belle who was extremely arrogant on weekdays and overflowing with enthusiasm when she got acquainted with her—Fleur Delacour.

And this big beauty is now looking at him with her arms half open, with a face of embarrassment!

"Miss Delacour, who are you?" Maca politely left a step for her, so as not to keep her in such embarrassment.

Furong looked at Luna beside Maca, as if she had understood something. She stood up again, regained her usual elegance, and said with a smile, "Oh——Mr. McLean, I just want to congratulate this..."

"Her name is Luna Lovegood, a student of Ravenclaw College." Maca reminded kindly.

"Well, yes... I just wanted to congratulate her on being healthy again,

Just now I accidentally identified the wrong person..." Fu Rong smiled and said, "It's really dangerous in that maze! isn't it? "

How Luna was injured, of course Furong didn't know. But to her, that maze is full of dangers, even if she is injured, it is not surprising.

And her thoughts almost represent the thoughts of the vast majority of students.

"thanks."

Luna also smiled slightly, but her eyes stayed on the little ornament on Furong's earlobe. It seems that compared with Furong's enviable appearance, she is obviously more interested in other things.

"By the way, let me introduce you formally," Fleur suddenly pointed at the door, "This is my sister, Gabrielle Delacour, she also wants to thank you—if it weren't for you, she might I will also suffer because of my lack of ability!"

Maca turned her head, and saw a petite and lovely girl obediently standing in the corridor outside the door. When Maka looked towards her, she found that she was staring at him fiercely.

The little girl named Gabriel looked to be in her early teens, like a miniature version of Fleur, with waist-length blond hair and silvery eyes.

When her eyes blinked, her eyelashes shone slightly, and with the rising sun projected from the window, she looked like an angel shining and lovely.

Maca cautiously took another step closer to Luna, trying to use Luna's pure brilliance to block Gabriel's inexplicable brilliance.

"Uh... hello?" Maca didn't even know why he greeted with a questioning tone.

"Hello, Mr. McLean..." Gabriel had a sweet smile on his face, "Thank you that day, thank you for saving Gabriel..."

"Oh—you're welcome." Maca also nodded with a smile.

"Maybe you haven't eaten breakfast yet? If you don't mind, why don't we go to the auditorium for dinner together?" Furong suggested, brushing her hair behind her ears.

"Oh—uh, sorry, we've already eaten just now," Maca immediately declined politely, "If there is a chance, please call us again next time."

"That's a pity, okay..." Fu Rong said with a look of regret, "Then, it's time for me and my sister to go to dinner, goodbye!"

Gabriel also said goodbye, and then the two beauties, one big and one small, left together.

"Maka?" Luna called him suddenly.

Maca turned to look at her and asked in doubt, "What's wrong?"

"Is Africa hot?"

Although he has known Luna for almost four years, he still feels that he often cannot keep up with the other party's thinking. But fortunately, at least Luna won't ask some stream-of-consciousness questions. Since she asked, she must be looking for answers that conform to common sense.

"Yeah! It's very hot...why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Maca asked curiously.

"Last time my father wrote to say that someone invited him to Egypt... It is said that the wizard over there discovered a new pyramid." Luna blinked and said.

"Then... are you planning to travel to Egypt?" Maca asked.

Luna shook her head and said calmly: "Our family has no money. If we go to Egypt, we will be hungry."

To be honest, Maca wanted to help Xenophilius. However, he is willing to help, but others may not accept it!

For the Lovegood family, living according to their own ideas is the most important thing. The magazine's sales have never been high, but Xenophilius has never had the idea of ​​changing the direction of the content.

But to be honest, the content in that magazine is too unique, and many things are specious, making it difficult for people to accept it. Even loyal readers who subscribe to magazines from time to time, most of them read it as a joke book.

"Well, I don't want to go, it's really hot there." Maca nodded, "It rarely rains there, the weather is very dry, and the climate is not suitable for tourism."

The two were chatting casually, planning to go for a walk on the lawn outside the castle - Luna had been staying in the ward recently, and Luna really wanted to go outside to get some fresh air.

But in the hall, they saw Hermione walking towards the stairs with a straight face—she didn't seem to see Maca and the others.

"What's wrong with her?" Maca thought for a while, "Hmm... maybe Harry and Ron made her angry again?"

This time Maca really wronged them. The reason why Hermione showed this appearance was actually another reason. Moreover, only Hermione knew about that matter for the time being - in fact, she didn't want others to know at all.

Hermione remained so gloomy until breakfast the next day. Even after Harry and Ron asked again and again, she refused to say anything.

At this moment, the messenger owls flew over, and Hermione, who had been silent all this time, seemed to be distracted by them. You can see that she is also looking up.

"What are you waiting for? Have your parents also learned to owl letters?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, it's not," said Hermione, "I ordered one. I'm tired of knowing everything from the Slytherins now."

"Great idea!" said Harry, looking up at the owls too. "Hey, Hermione, I think you're lucky—"

A gray owl flew towards Hermione.

"But it didn't bring the newspaper," she said, looking disappointed. "It—"

Unexpectedly, after the gray owl settled on the plate in front of her, four barn owls, a tan owl and a gray forest owl flew in immediately.

"How many purchase orders have you sent out?" said Harry, grabbing Hermione's goblet so he wouldn't be knocked over by the horde of owls.

They all rushed to the front, trying to be the first to deliver the letter to her.

"Damn it, what the hell—" said Hermione, taking the letter from the gray owl and reading it. "Oops, oops!" she exclaimed, her face flushed.

"What's going on?" said Ron.

"This—this is just ridiculous—" She pressed the letter to Harry, who saw that it was not handwritten, but spelled out as if from letters cut out:

"You are a bad girl, you are not worthy of Harry Potter, let alone Viktor Krum, go back to your Muggle hometown!"