"What's wrong with you guys?"
As soon as she returned to St. Mungo's ward, Maka saw everyone except the windbreaker wizard, including Ashley on the hospital bed, looking at her silently.
The sights here and there were all strange, and there was a subtle sense of determination, as if they had made some important decision.
Behind Maka, Harry, who was a little confused because he had been blocking the door, slightly poked his head in, but when he realized that the ward was full of familiar people, he was stunned.
"Oh, why are you all here? Shouldn't you-"
"Harry!"
The first one who couldn't help it was Ginny.
Although because of Hermione's previous words, everyone had an urge to fight for their future, so they wanted to have a good discussion with Maka about the days from now on.
But when she saw her boyfriend, who she had been waiting for for a long time, finally appeared in front of her, Ginny still couldn't suppress the longing in her heart and hurriedly ran towards the door.
"Oh," Hermione pursed her lips slightly helplessly, "Although I can understand Ginny's mood, if this happens, the momentum of the next conversation will be much worse... I don't know if Maka can Agreed for us to stay.”
Of course, no matter how distressed Hermione was, at least Ginny was happy now.
Seeing the little girl running towards her, Maka consciously stood aside to make some space for the young couple, Harry and Ginny.
Then, he walked to an empty chair in the middle of the ward and sat down - he had already seen just now that the chair placed in the center of everyone's sight was probably prepared for him.
"It seems that you have something to tell me," Maka shrugged. "Do you disagree with my decision to send you all to the Burrow for refuge?"
Hermione looked at Maka, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly said:
"Maka, although we don't know much, we can still see that you are already under too much pressure. Maka, don't hold on anymore. Obviously, many things cannot be borne by one person. of… "
Maka listened to Hermione's sincere words. After a while, he nodded gently.
But then, I heard him say:
"Hermione, didn't I ask you to consider your parents before making a decision? Have you really considered it?"
"Maka, your statement is too cunning," Hermione said a little complaining, and then said, "But, I have figured it out now. In fact, it is precisely because of our parents and our We have to stay and resist Haierbo’s conspiracy, right?”
Hermione knew that she didn't need to be too wordy when talking to Maka, because she believed that Maka herself could understand the idea she wanted to convey from such a simple sentence.
After seeing Maka hesitate a little because of her words, she went further:
"Maka, I think you must have a plan - tell us about it! If... I mean if, if you really can solve everything without our help, we can go to the Burrow and wait for you quietly Good news. Although that feeling must be difficult, if we can know that you will be fine, we can endure it."
Just as she was speaking, Hermione suddenly shook her head, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.
"But," she said, "if you are not sure at all, then let us stay! We are not just here to help you, we are also here for our family, for the magical world, and for our own future. .”
After hearing Hermione's words, Maka couldn't help but think again for a moment. This time, he spent a lot of time thinking, and finally shook his head slightly and said:
"Has anyone ever told you? Sometimes, you are really persuasive..."
"No, I don't think so," Hermione curled her lips, "At least, it's never easy to convince you, but this time it's thanks to Professor Dumbledore."
"Um?"
When Maka heard her muttering, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, obviously feeling a little confused about her mention of Professor Dumbledore here.
"Oh, no, it's nothing." Hermione smiled immediately, "We just discussed what Professor Dumbledore would do if he were in this situation."
"Really?" Maka thought for a while, then waved her hand and said, "Anyway, I already understand what you mean... Then, at least let me think about it carefully! We will all have a good time for one night. Think about it and wait until tomorrow morning."
…
Unconsciously, the sky finally gradually darkened.
Perhaps in other corners of the world, the fall of night means that the day is about to pass. But in London, the foggy city that has returned to mist, I am afraid no one can sleep peacefully.
Everything may have just begun.
Currently, Scrimgeour was speaking in the atrium square of the Ministry of Magic, and his audience was all the members who were still working in the Ministry.
It must be said that the situation in London this time is indeed quite harsh, so much so that some Ministry of Magic employees have secretly fled London.
Everyone can feel that the panic is no longer an illusion.
At present, most of the Aurors and Dark Wizard strikers in the department have been sent out. At this moment, they are led by Kingsley, Sirius and others to fight against Halber's men who are causing chaos in London.
Even so, the manpower is still somewhat insufficient.
For this reason, Scrimgeour knew that he had to stand up and do something now, because if even the Ministry of Magic was distracted, the entire British wizarding world might soon fall into a semi-paralyzed situation.
As Hermione said, in this situation, a person's power is always limited. Because it is much more difficult to maintain than to destroy, Haierbo can be unscrupulous, but they have to worry about too much.
It's not just the strength of Hermione and the others, at this time, more people are needed to support it.
Of course, it may be because of Maka's previous strong actions that even if someone ran away because of fear, they still didn't dare to turn around and help Haierbo commit evil crimes.
There is no doubt that this has been a great help to today's terrible situation.
"... We are the British Ministry of Magic, and each of us represents the dignity and glory of the vast number of British wizards! We were born on this land, studied at Hogwarts, worked in the Ministry of Magic, and raised families on this land - we We can’t leave here because this is our home!”
"Now, right now! Many of our colleagues are fighting heroically to resist the invasion and restore order. In order to give them no worries, we should all do our best to do what we should do!"
"Just now, our colleagues from the International Magical Cooperation Department have made contact with the Wizards Federation. I believe that the Federation will soon dispatch support to assist us. So, please don't panic. I will work with you and work together in our respective Continue to hold on to your position—"
"...In the end, we will definitely usher in the dawn of victory!"
Even though Scrimgeour was panicking to death at the moment, he still managed to speak impassionedly. And I have to say that he did a pretty good job this time - except for his dead face that was always unable to make appropriate expressions, which looked a bit strange.
However, there is obviously no fool who can stand here and listen to him. They all see the reality outside one by one.
There may be some who agree with Scrimgeour's speech, after all, a large part of what he said is true.
But to be honest, everyone is still more hesitant now.
Scrimgeour looked at the witches and wizards below who were whispering, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, and subconsciously looked towards the back of the statue of Maca given by the Muggle Queen.
"McLean, don't you have the most ideas? Come up with a solution quickly! If this continues, I don't know how long I can hold on..."
But he didn't know that what Maka was most worried about now was not the unrest in London at all. After all, compared with what Norman said about the "Devil Summoning Technique", this mess is really not a big deal.
What's more, the "big rock" above his head is about to fall to the ground. If Haierbo's actions are not stopped before then, Merlin may only be disappointed if the two things collide.
In St. Mungo's ward, Maka sat quietly in front of the window and opened the curtains. Although I know that the night view outside the window is completely an illusion created by the magic spell, looking at the gorgeous lights under the night is at least much better than sitting in a room staring at the ground in a daze.
And just beside the wall not far from him, the windbreaker wizard was still reading the previous book silently. From time to time, she would raise her head and glance at Maka's profile. It would take a long time for the book in her hand to turn over a page.
As for everyone else in the ward, except for Luna who was chewing a big apple, everyone seemed to have little appetite.
"No matter what you have to do next, you will have the strength to do it when you are full?" Luna touched Hermione's elbow and whispered, "So, when can we have dinner?"
"I'm not hungry, I really can't eat... uh," Hermione turned her head and glanced at her, then couldn't help but said, "Aren't you eating right now?"
"This is just the fruit before the meal," Luna was saying, and suddenly lowered her head and took a big bite. While chewing, she said, "Would you like one too? If you really can't eat, it can Let me help you appetize!"
"Oh, no," Hermione waved her hand quickly, "I mean, it's really not necessary."