"...I don't think it's a good habit to hide in the dark and eavesdrop!"
When Delphi outside the cubicle said this, Maka was stunned for a moment, but then she turned her head and looked at the ghost man next to her.
"please."
He grinned and made a mouth gesture, and then stretched out his hand toward the door panel, gesturing for the other person to go out and take the blame for him. Of course, it was probably the ghost who was discovered, so asking him to come forward was nothing. An act of shirking responsibility.
If this person hadn't suddenly appeared, how could Maka be discovered by Delphi if she was hiding here with bated breath
"Well… "
Fortunately, this Mr. Sewer Ghost is also an honest person... Well, maybe he is a "gentleman", after all, Maka looks like a girl now!
When he saw "her" asking him to go out and top the tank, seemingly pleading, he hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and floated out through the door panel.
Oh, Merlin testifies! Maka really didn't make any "pleasing" expression. Although he pretended to be Luna, he had not yet realized how to be a "cute girl"!
If he had to say what he was thinking when he asked the other party to go out... it was probably something like "If you don't go out, I will have to cast a magic spell on you"!
Of course, whatever thoughts Maka had at the moment were just trivial matters, and even he himself quickly threw them aside. Because the next moment, he heard the ghost gentleman saying apologetically outside:
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation... In fact, this is my territory. The therapists and many patients at St. Mungo's know this!"
"Even the dean would not say that this is his territory, how dare you say-"
When Delphi saw that it was a ghost, he actually let down his guard a lot.
Because there have always been a lot of ghosts in the magic world, and even the magic world has opened an office specifically for their placement, so that they can have a place to stay, so that they will not scare others from time to time.
However, even the most terrifying ghosts are often harmless. The best they can do is yell at you and scare the faint-hearted with their "death look", that's all.
However, the only and biggest specialty of ghosts is probably living long enough. If something is heard and remembered by them, they may be able to tell it to your eighteen generations of descendants in the future.
Therefore, when Maka suddenly heard that Delphi was going to use the forgetting spell on the other party, he was not surprised at all.
"... Although I'm a little sorry, I have to use a forgetting spell on you. I think you should be able to understand - the content of my conversation with Miss Granger just now is actually very important. At this time, I have to be more cautious. "
"I feel a little sorry, too."
While Delphi was speaking, Maka couldn't help but say this quietly in her heart. But at this time, he had already hidden his figure, and quietly walked to the bathroom door with Luna wrapped in an invisibility cloak.
The door had been open since Hermione left just now, so he obviously didn't need to think about a way to sneak out without opening the door.
"Forgetting spell? Oh no... No need, right? I promise I won't say half a word to others! What's more, if you accidentally delete a few more words... No, no, beautiful lady, please don't come here!"
"Don't worry, I'm very skilled in forgetting spells. I won't delete too many... everything will be forgotten!"
As soon as Delphi finished his last words, a magic spell accurately hit the opponent's white body. The forgetting spell that directly acted on the mental body immediately shocked Mr. Ghost.
Seeing the other party looking around blankly after being hit by the spell, Delphi finally nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, Maka had already left with Luna.
…
Since Hermione was still the first to leave, Maka had to sneak out of the bathroom in advance with the help of the Immortal Hidden Potion.
Fortunately, he finally returned to the ward before Hermione and put Luna on the bed that was empty because of his departure.
"To be honest, it doesn't matter if I'm hungry for a while, I'm just going to suffer for you for the past two days."
Before Hermione came in, Maka gently stroked Luna's hair and apologized secretly, while feeding her a few mouthfuls of water. Then, he silently took out an unknown piece of paper and stuffed it into her pocket, and silently exited the room while remaining invisible.
After leaving St. Mungo's, all these "appearances" had not changed, so Maka was finally able to let go of a certain part of the pressure in her heart and let out a sigh of relief.
It's a pity that although there is still a lot of time before the end of the time rewind, and the "ticking" sound in his ears is still lingering, the city of London can no longer give him a break from his busy schedule.
The fog is thickly shrouded, the streets are full of traces of curses, and the sounds of distant battles can even be heard from afar.
The ones who have suffered the greatest misfortune in this city today are not the wizards, but the original owners of this city.
Maka looked at the streets and buildings in front of her that were covered by thick fog. She couldn't help but close her eyes slightly and whispered to herself:
"That's why I often say that I am not a philanthropic person... because when I encounter a disaster, the first thing I think of will always be the few people I care about."
Yes, if he could spend so much time and energy on saving the city instead of Luna alone. Even if it is impossible to do it in a short while, it will at least reduce the number of casualties in the city.
This is obvious.
But he didn't - he didn't choose the latter of fraternity, but the former of selfishness. He was as timid as a mouse and did not dare to face the reality of Luna's death. The reason was partly because of Luna's death, but mostly because of his own inner pain.
Doesn't he know about these miserable scenes outside? Even if he couldn't see it, he could easily deduce it, but he subconsciously ignored those things that would make his conscience condemned.
Now, Luna is probably fine, and he no longer has any reason to evade certain responsibilities. When he faced everything that was happening around him again, a completely different kind of pressure from Luna's death suddenly fell on his shoulders.
"How many hours until daybreak...can't do anything?"
Maka will never forget that he is still in the "past", and everything he does as a time traveler will affect the future world to a greater or lesser extent.
Therefore, the best thing for him now is to find a deserted place to do research or take a nap, and then wait for the arrival of dawn.
However, what Maka needs most right now is obviously not rest, but finding a way to relieve the complexity and heaviness in his heart.
"Young man, what are you doing standing there! Do you want to die?"
Suddenly, Maka, who was walking on the street, suddenly heard a deliberately lowered voice coming from directly above him.
He then looked up and saw an old Muggle man talking to him from the second-floor window of the house facing the street.
"Come up quickly! Don't wander around on the street... In the past two days, I have seen many people die on the street inexplicably! If you don't want to die, come up quickly!"
After Maka heard this, she couldn't help but be startled, and then nodded unconsciously.
After he walked around from the alley on the street to the back of the building, he soon found the stairwell of the small apartment and walked up the old stairs step by step.
"Come in!"
Anyone who can let people into his house at such a time is either a fool or a kind person in Maka's opinion. Of course, there are still some people with malicious intentions who want to take advantage of others...
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a rather familiar smell - in addition to the damp musty smell common in old London neighborhoods, the air in this old man's house also had a slight smell of ink and paper.
This is when you have a certain number of long-term book collections, and you will accumulate a bookish taste.
Sure enough, when he arrived at the living room and took a casual glance, he saw that the room inside, which was probably a study, had two large bookshelves, which were already filled with old books of all sizes.
"Sir...are you the only one at home?"
"Ah, um... yes!" The old man nodded slightly, but then quickly waved his hand and said, "Sit down first! If you are hungry, there are some pancakes on the table, you can take it and eat..."
"Oh, thank you."
Maka didn't refuse and sat down gently on the sofa over there, then picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. While he was eating, the old man poured him a glass of water and sat down opposite him.
"Young man, why are you walking alone on the street! Why don't you find a place to hide?" the old man asked casually, "Like I just said - there are so many messy things outside these days, how dare you Wandering alone on the street! Didn’t you see not even a single person on the street?”
After hearing this, Maka thought for a while and said:
"Actually... I didn't want to either. It's just that my home was destroyed and I had nowhere to go. After hiding in the ruins of the community for two days, I almost ran out of food and drink, so I came to look for it."
He is naturally very good at telling lies. He can just find any acceptable reason to tell lies, and no one can say that he is making up nonsense.
"Oh, really?" When the old man heard this, he immediately nodded again, "Then where did you come from all the way? Didn't you encounter any danger? I have seen a lot of nervousness in the past two days. He's a nasty guy, chasing people around with a small wooden stick, and it can actually emit light... "
The old man was talking nonchalantly, but Maka seemed a little absent-minded. When the other party wasn't paying attention, his eyes moved slightly and glanced at the room next to the study he just saw.
The door was tightly closed.