"Maka...who did you push Harry to?"
Looking at Maka coming back from the camp, Ron seemed a little curious and couldn't help but ask. In response, Maka just shrugged and said casually:
"What do you think?"
"Well-"
Ron thought for a while and guessed randomly and somewhat uncertainly:
"It's not that Lockhart guy, is it?"
"Oh, congratulations, you got the answer right!"
As he spoke, he sat down on the dead tree trunk where Harry had been sitting before, and then grabbed a handful of stones that Harry had crushed from the cauldron at his feet.
Then, he stretched his neck again and took a look inside the room in front of Ron.
"I suggest you polish it more carefully, otherwise Hermione will probably be angry again when she comes back soon!"
"Oh! Maca," Ron said in distress when he heard this, "It's too tiring to grind it by hand! And you see - this stone mortar is a stone, and the gravel it grinds is also a stone. After grinding for a long time, the inside becomes It’s bare!”
"Won't you find some stones with a softer texture to grind?"
Maka shook her head, randomly threw the handful of gravel in her hand into the crucible, clapped her hands and said:
"Let's not talk about it for now... Ron, I have something to ask you to do. This matter is very important and needs to be kept secret - it cannot be mentioned to anyone except me. Are you willing to do this for me?"
"Secret mission? Let me do it?"
When Ron heard this, his right hand that was holding the stone pestle and stirring it stopped instantly, and then he saw him looking at Maka with a confused look on his face and said:
"Why?"
"Well..." Maka looked directly at his puzzled face, paused for a moment before replying, "Although you may be unhappy when I say this, but... what should I say? You-"
Before he finished speaking, Ron on the opposite side seemed to understand what he meant, and raised his hand to give a slight signal.
"Wait, let me guess," he said with a subtle expression, "Are you trying to say... Because I usually can't do anything, and my sense of presence is too low, so no matter what I do, it's hard for others to understand. Noticed. And it was precisely because of this that you chose to find me?"
"oh!"
When Maka heard what he said so straightforwardly, she couldn't help but waved her hands and said:
"No, no, no, it's not 'can't do anything'... it's 'low-key'!"
"Hey, Maka!" Ron immediately smiled bitterly and scratched his head, "How many years do you think we have known each other? To be honest, you don't need to be so tactful when talking to me. This is not like you at all! If you let go In the past, you would have said it straight out and then given me a good goad—"
"Really?" Maka shrugged.
"That's it!" Ron curled his lips and said with a sad face, "What you are best at is to hit people with a stick first, and then convince others with great principles full of ideals and hopes... As for what you said just now, Instead, it makes me feel really useless!”
"Oh, sorry!" Maka smiled nonchalantly, "Okay... then, Ron... do you want to listen to the secret I just mentioned or not?"
"Listen! Why don't you listen?" Ron said hurriedly, "I was just too surprised just now to recover! But since you think I am the most suitable candidate, why should I refuse? —This is a rare opportunity for me to do something!"
As he was speaking, he suddenly shrank his neck and whispered tentatively:
"By the way, Maka, is that... life-threatening?"
After Maka heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes.
"Yes!" He said speechlessly, "Are you still willing now?"
"This—" Ron hesitated for a moment with a troubled face, and finally said with difficulty, "Ah! Go ahead and say it! What do you want me to do? Say it before I regret it!"
"Have some backbone!"
Maka couldn't help but laugh a little when she looked at his appearance of sacrificing her life to accompany him, but she quickly put away her joking expression and said very seriously:
"Okay, no kidding! I just said it was life-threatening. I was trying to scare you. In fact, as long as you behave normally, there is basically no danger in this matter! Well, sit here again. Hey, listen to me..."
When Ron got closer, he saw Maka first cast a silencing spell around, and then lowered her voice and said:
"First of all, I believe you have heard what I just said when I introduced the girl as a child - she was originally Haierbo's subordinate. But before in downtown London, because Haierbo suddenly lost control and went berserk, her two companions were all She died, but in the end I saved her, so she followed me back."
"Then... just think that she is repaying me! Although the specific situation is more complicated..." Maka casually skipped some details and continued, "In short, she gave Haier the task that she gave her, and Haier He told me a secret that Bo had mentioned by chance."
Having said this, Maka frowned slightly, still seeming a little worried.
"The first thing, about her mission, I won't tell you for the time being. I will tell you the secret directly." He said softly, "It is said that Haierbo has moved around us at some time. We did some tricks and planted a 'spy' who we don't know who it is. Obviously, this is a huge hidden danger for us, because it is most likely an acquaintance of ours!"
"so-"
As he listened, Ron's expression became more and more serious, because he easily realized the seriousness of it.
To be honest, the existence of a spy can be a big or small matter. The key depends on the spy's ability.
But when I think that it was Haierbo who buried the spy, I can't feel relaxed at all.
"So, you are going to ask me to find a way to test in secret, whose mind is most likely to be controlled by Haierbo?" Ron said hesitantly, "Oh... This is indeed a secret that no one can tell! If someone is controlled by that If the spy knows that we are aware of his presence, things will become more complicated."
"That's right," Maka nodded, "Therefore, as long as you can keep it secret, then the spies who have not received direct orders from Haierbo must be safe for you - 'him'... or 'she', There will be no threat at all."
Being able to hide so deeply around them is not something that ordinary spies can do. So strictly speaking, the spy who doesn't know who he is will never reveal his identity easily, so he can even be said to be "friendly."
"I understand," Ron nodded slightly, "Go ahead! Do you have any suggestions?"