Chapter 439 15 Minutes in the Ward

"...You mean, there are really so many independent elves out there? Really? Really?"

When Maca told Hermione about the situation on Roynami Island, she said three "really" in a row, and the excitement from the heart was immediately revealed.

There is no doubt that Hermione is a kind girl.

After knowing the abnormal situation of contemporary house elves, she often thinks about how to improve their unreasonable life.

No, even if it is difficult, at least their working conditions should be made more reasonable-every worker has the right to the most basic salary and holidays!

But that's something the poor house-elves have to figure out for themselves. Otherwise, no matter how hard others try, they may not be able to achieve the best results.

Thus, S.E.E.S (House-Elf Spiritual Emancipation Society) came into being.

"There is indeed a large group on that island. From what I have seen, there should be hundreds of them... No, I think there are probably more than that!"

Maca vaguely remembered that when he left the island for the first time, he saw a large area on the island beach. Not to mention anything else, just in terms of combat power, it is very impressive.

"It must be too late these days... Next week! I will send you there to meet them next week..." He thought for a while and said, "Those elves can't speak English, so I must be an interpreter by then Yes. But I heard from the elf elders that they can understand the general meaning of our words regardless of the type of language... that may be a kind of talent of them!"

"The elf is really powerful!" Hermione immediately said with emotion.

"Oh——with Maca's help this time, her activities are probably going to get bigger and bigger!" Ron leaned next to Harry and muttered softly, "By the way, her 'sees' How many badges have you made?"

"Who knows?" Harry shrugged. "I just remember her Honeydukes candy jar was nearly full last time..."

"Candy jar? The kind of zizi honey candy?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry shook his head vigorously, rolled his eyes, and said, "No, it's a jar of chocolate balls filled with strawberry custard—remember Christmas last year? It was that extra-value jar launched by Honeydukes..."

"Oh—Merlin's stinky socks!" Ron slapped himself on the forehead.

"...But I have to remind you, don't talk about salary with elves, they help humans out of interest. If you don't want them to refuse to talk to you, you have to keep their principles in mind--you must keep in mind their principles when talking to them When talking, I have deeply understood this!"

...

After dinner, Maca said goodbye to Hermione and the others, and walked straight up the stairs to the school hospital on the second floor. He really wanted to know more about what happened to Joshua before.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

After he politely knocked on the door of the school hospital, the door opened from the inside after a while.

"McLean, I asked Minerva to notify you at noon, why are you here now?" Madam Pomfrey said slightly dissatisfied, "Visiting patients at night is not conducive to their rest..."

"Didn't I just come back?" Maca smiled apologetically, "By the way, how is that Miss Schon? Has Professor Snape prepared the antidote?"

"It should be soon, probably in these two days!" Madam Pomfrey obviously knew all about these work matters, so she replied without thinking.

"Oh, is that so?" Maca nodded knowingly, "Since that's the case, I'll take a look later..."

"It's up to you to think about it yourself! Aren't you going to visit a doctor? Now, come in quickly!" Madam Pomfrey no longer cared what he said, and immediately urged, "I'll give you fifteen minutes. Not any more."

"Oh—please, can't you have more?" Maca spread his hands,

Bargaining started.

However, Madam Pomfrey was not up to him. She took out a pocket watch, opened the cover and glanced at it, her movements were simply neat.

"Are you sure you don't want to go in? There are fourteen minutes and forty-nine seconds left..."

"Okay okay! I see—"

Maca immediately raised his hands to show his surrender, and then walked to the ward helplessly.

The ward was as quiet as ever, except for Helen who was still lying on the hospital bed separated by curtains, only Joshua with a stiff expression, lying in a corpse.

Of course, this is a ward after all, and it is a good thing that there are fewer people.

When Maca passed by Helen's hospital bed, he opened the curtain and took a look. Helen inside was still lying on the bed with a haggard face, her breathing was a little weak, but she was still relatively stable.

"Joshua?"

Maca came to another hospital bed not far away and called out.

"McLean..." Joshua, who was a little drowsy, opened his eyes suddenly, and then hurriedly rolled over and sat up, "McLean! I... I have something to do... No, it's not me, it's Zoe ...Zoe has something to do..."

"Don't be nervous, just speak slowly." Maka sat down on the high stool next to the hospital bed, waved her hands casually and said, "Also, who is Zoe?"

"I am the master..." Joshua said, and there was another sudden pause, "No, he is no longer my master...Lenny, his name is Lenny——I met Joshua in his manor Yi, a woman captured by Lennie."

"Lenny?"

Maca thought about it carefully, and found that he had no special impression of this name. This wizard named Lenny should be Greenwald's old henchman, but it was obviously not exposed to the public's attention.

"Then what? Zooey... What's wrong with her?" Maca motioned him to continue.

"I... I wanted to rescue her at the time, I felt that I could draw my own power... But, I seemed to lose control on the spot..." Joshua regretted, "I don't know what happened afterwards, but Zuo She must still be at the manor! I think . . . I think . . . "

At the end, the cowardly boy began to stammer again, obviously not daring to say please Maca casually.

Maca sized him up for a while, then secretly smiled thoughtfully, and asked abruptly, "Isn't that woman named Zoe beautiful?"

"Yes, I've never seen her like that—oh, no, that's not the case—" Joshua, who was full of confusion, was asked casually by him, and subconsciously told the truth in his heart.

"Okay," Maca gestured with her hand, "You want me to save her, right? Of course it's okay, because I'm going there, and it's not a big deal to save her by the way. But I have to remind you, it's hard to say what she is like now, you have to be mentally prepared."

"...Is...is it too late?" Joshua's face turned pale when he heard this.

"Whether it's too late or not, I can't say. But since your old master will take her back, and hasn't dealt with her immediately, it means that it is still necessary to save her life." Maka slightly thought , and quickly speculated on some possibilities, "Maybe Legilimency is not effective, or there may be other uses... In short, as long as that woman named Zoe is smart enough, there may be salvation."

After Maca's casual analysis, Joshua's face finally looked better. He still has a great affection for Zoe, but judging from his personality, it's really hard to say how much this affection occupies in his heart.

"That--"

"I'll go there as soon as I get ready," Maca said, "but before that, you have to tell me the location of the manor and the defensive arrangement in the manor. It's too much of a threat, but it's the United States after all, and it's not convenient for me to make too much noise there."

That is to say, but right now the United States itself is already chaotic enough, there is not much more than him.

"Okay, I'll just..."

After Joshua told everything he knew, Maca thought about it in his heart for a while.

To be honest, it is not difficult to formulate a targeted plan, the difficulty lies in taking into account the reaction that will be made by the Magical Congress of America.

From where you are, you can find that sometimes the so-called "good" forces will inevitably have more scruples. Creation and maintenance are always more difficult than destruction.

Maca sat on the round stool and pondered for a moment before continuing to speak.

"...I basically understand what you said." He nodded and said, "I will go there tonight, and I will probably be back tomorrow...During this period, you just lie on the bed and wait. Bar!"

Speaking of this, Maca seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled.

"...You are Madam Pomfrey's patient now! Here, no one dares to order you to do anything," he joked, "including yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, brushed off his coat, and headed towards the door of the ward.

But at the moment before leaving the ward, his sleeves inadvertently shook slightly, and a small black shadow quietly fell from the sleeves, and disappeared under the hospital bed by the door in a blink of an eye.

"...the timing is quite accurate."

Just as Maca walked out naturally, Madam Pomfrey at the other end of the corridor opened her pocket watch to glance at the time, and muttered a little.

Before the words fell, with a "bang bang" sound, the torches in the corridor began to be extinguished one by one-the time for the school hospital to turn off the lights just arrived.

Not long after, another oil lamp was lit in the gradually dimmed corridor. Madam Pomfrey gently took it off from the end of the corridor, and slowly walked towards her office with it.

Night has already fallen again.