"Oh, I think I should go. Everyone, please continue to eat! I just... won't disturb you."
Bernser glanced at the hospital bed again, then turned around and left hurriedly. Ron, who was standing at the door, saw that his expression seemed a little confused and hesitant when he went out.
"Dean?"
"Ah! Mr. McClain...?"
In the corridor outside, Bernser suddenly and unexpectedly bumped into Maka who had returned from Diagon Alley. It can be found that although he was still smiling when he saw Maka, his smile was more stiff.
"It's lunch time! Mr. MacLean, sausages and mashed potatoes are being served below. I wonder if you saw it when you came up..." Bernser was still thinking about the doubts just now, and said almost subconsciously, " To be honest, it tastes pretty good, I’ll have someone bring you one.”
"No, no need, I'm not hungry."
Maka took one more look at the strange expression on Bernser's face, then nodded slightly to the other person, and then walked past him.
Since Bernser had just come out, the door to the ward was not closed yet, which saved him the trouble of opening the door.
To be honest, if the door was closed now, he would definitely have to be mentally prepared outside the door. After all, he really didn't dare to see Luna's pale little face right now.
"Maka, you're back!"
As soon as he saw Maka appear at the door, Ron, who was closest to here, immediately came to greet her.
"How's it going? What's going on outside now... Have you met Harry and Neville?"
"Well, they're at the Leaky Cauldron right now, guarding the entrance."
As Maka spoke, he walked inside, and his eyes involuntarily moved in the direction of the hospital bed - the more he didn't dare to look, the more he couldn't help but look, so he couldn't even step in here. Somewhat difficult.
Forcing his eyes away from Luna's face, he looked around the room for a moment, passing over everyone's faces one by one. Suddenly, everyone looked at him a little confused, not knowing what he wanted to do.
After a moment, Maka's eyes finally fell on Pansy, who was sitting in the corner.
Obviously, she is now completely on Maka's side, and Hermione and the others have gradually recognized her as a new companion in Slytherin House. But after all, she had not been very friendly to Hermione, Ron and others in the past. In the past two days, she seemed a little out of place in this ward filled with Gryffindors.
"Miss Parkinson... Well, you can eat first! After lunch, I think I need you to accompany me and take me somewhere."
"Uh... me?" Pansy nodded a little confused, "Of course, no problem. But... where do you need me to take you?"
"Let's talk about this later!" Maka waved her hand and said, "You eat first."
After saying this, Maka seemed to have remembered something and turned back slightly to look into the corridor outside the door.
"Mr. Bernthal came just now. Did he say anything?"
"Well, he didn't say anything special!" Ron said, "I just came to take a look and say hello... Oh, according to Hermione's guess, I think he came to confirm whether we had a good meal. "
"What are you saying!" Hermione, who was beside the hospital bed, heard this and immediately interrupted, "Maka, actually the thing is like this -"
So, Hermione told Maka about the food rationing plan implemented by St. Mungo's starting from this meal, as well as the "preferential treatment" they received. Maka nodded slightly while listening, and finally thought for a while and said:
"Well, there's nothing wrong with your consideration, just do it!"
Hermione might have hoped that Maka could say a few more words on this issue, but Maka simply expressed her agreement, and then shut her mouth and said no more.
The other friends may not have felt anything, but Hermione noticed Maka's mood at this time from such small signs - maybe it was still because of Luna, Maka seemed quite uncomfortable in this ward.
Probably because Maka was waiting silently at the door, Pansy ate this lunch very quickly, and soon stuffed all the mashed potatoes and sausages in the lunch box into her stomach.
"That...I've eaten."
"Oh... have a drink of water! Don't worry... I'll wait for you outside."
Although Maka said "don't be in a hurry", he still turned around and walked out first. When Pansy saw this, she naturally didn't care about pouring water, and hurriedly chased him out.
Everyone who stayed in the ward watched the two of them leave one after another. They all subconsciously followed the two people's departure and looked out the door with some doubts.
Hermione saw Ron standing at the door and seemed to want to follow him out to take a look, so she immediately called him out.
"Don't go."
"Ah?" Ron paused immediately after hearing this, "What's wrong?"
"Anyway, don't go," Hermione shook her head, "Don't waste Maka's time."
…
"Ms. Parkinson, your parents should be at home now, right? Take me to your home. I want to ask them something."
As Hermione thought, Maka didn't have enough time at the moment, and he needed to find a working time turner as soon as possible.
As a former pure-blood family, the Parkinson family had another ancestor with evil intentions who served as the Minister of Magic in the mid-18th century. Although the minister named "Perseus" only served for one term and was never re-elected, like some things that enrich one's own pockets, one term is more than enough.
So Maka was thinking that it might be a good idea to start with their family first.
"Oh, my father and brother may still be at the Ministry of Magic...but my mother should be at home."
"Well, as long as someone is here!"
As Maka spoke, she led Pansy downstairs, and soon hurriedly left St. Mungo's in the sight of many refugees downstairs and Akinbad and other support teams.
"McLean...Professor."
"Huh?" Maka said casually while taking out a broom and handing it to her, "What's the matter?"
"It's just... my mother's temper is not very good, and her attitude may make you angry," Pansy whispered, "Look, why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic to find my father first? He should be able to talk better."
"No, I don't think it's necessary." Upon hearing this, Maka immediately shook her head, "I'm in a bit of a hurry."
"Oh well!"
Pansy felt a little unsure. To be honest, she was already imagining a dispute between Maka and her mother.
You know, my mother is actually a typical pure-bloodist, and she is far less tolerant and far-sighted than my father.
But Pansy really didn't know how to say these words to Maka - after all, she was her mother!