Ron suddenly felt that Maca's "secret mission" was becoming increasingly difficult to complete!
Don't say who is more suspicious than who else, he wants to doubt everyone now, but no one can find any doubts. After pondering too much, his head became a ball of mush, and he almost began to doubt himself.
yes! What if the control magic of that old bastard Haierbo is always latent, and even the victim himself cannot detect it at all
"Well, hopefully that's just me overthinking it!"
Looking at Harry and Ginny hugging each other in front of them, Ron murmured to himself at the back of the crowd. Although he was clapping vigorously like everyone else, he seemed to be somewhat absent-minded.
Yes, Harry and Ginny were able to explain it clearly, and they got closer emotionally. Ron was naturally happy for them.
However, he really couldn't be happy right now!
Just as Ron was muttering to himself, looking away from Ginny, and wandering around in the crowd, Hermione on the other side also glanced in his direction for no reason.
Then, Hermione was seen waving her hands to the people around her and saying loudly:
"Okay, okay, if you want to give them some blessings, you can wait until breakfast. As for now, I think we should prepare breakfast earlier!"
After all, they are here to help make breakfast, not to make trouble - if it takes a little longer, other refugees may come to receive the meal!
And it was at this moment that Hermione suddenly saw several figures crackling in a corner of the open space.
"Today's fruits and vegetables have arrived! Come on, please give in -"
I saw the witches and wizards carrying their suitcases, walking through the crowd and running straight to the back of the long table where the meals were being prepared.
"Miss Granger, there are vegetables in this... Oh, by the way, remember to save the sandwich for lunch and the salad for dinner!"
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work, it's just a trip to pick up a box... Oh, if I weren't so good at food spells, I would also like to help you share some of the work! You are the ones who have worked hard..."
"How could it be possible? We all feel very happy that everyone can eat the food we made! We don't feel hard at all."
Hermione took the suitcase from the other person's hand, and while chatting a few words, she subconsciously glanced at the other person's face.
This enthusiastic-speaking male wizard was originally an employee of the Ministry of Magic.
According to Kingsley, the opponent was a very outstanding elite-level dark wizard striker. He had participated in various operations against dark wizards and black magic in the past ten years, and had personally captured many dangerous dark wizards.
However, in this London Fog disaster, half of his face, one eye and one ear were irreversibly damaged, and one of his legs was lame, and he was no longer able to participate in combat missions.
If he could live like this until the end of this disaster, getting a gold galleons as a bonus and then retiring would be his best destination in the eyes of others, right
Well, no one knows whether he will feel relieved about this ending.
"Okay, then I'll go back to the tent to take a rest and come back later to taste Miss Granger's craftsmanship!"
Seeing the figure limping away slowly and quickly disappearing into the crowd, Hermione couldn't help but sigh secretly while feeling sorry for him.
In fact, among those unfortunate people who had faced the mad wizard in the first place, the elite striker just now was lucky. Because no one knew much about those madmen at that time, most of the people who were attacked by them from the beginning were already dead.
Although the batter was seriously injured, at least he was still alive, right
Perhaps because of this, he still showed enough optimism after the injury was barely treated—well, at least on the surface, that's true.
"Alice, have you ground all the sesame seeds?"
Putting aside the thoughts of this disaster in her mind, Hermione stopped waving her wand and let a row of sausages fall into the meal basket lined with absorbent paper. Then, she asked the girl not far away.
It must be said that the girl who was just brought over by Maka is really a very well-behaved girl, she will do almost anything others ask her to do. And as long as you treat her well, she will also express her gratitude silently through actions.
The only drawback is that she doesn't like to talk much, and most of the time she just nods and shakes her head to answer questions. Sometimes, this makes people confused about what she wants to express.
At this moment, hearing Hermione's question, Alice raised her head slightly, and then nodded her head gently.
"here."
She pushed the small pot of sesame powder in her hand towards Hermione and gestured.
"Oh, okay!"
Hermione flicked her wand, causing the small basin to float in front of her, but her eyes still lingered on Alice for a moment before she quietly moved away.
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While Hermione was doing things, Ron was actually glancing over at her from time to time. He thought that if he were Haierbo, he would definitely pick a smart person to attack.
However, he seemed to have ruled out the possibility of Hermione for the time being last night. At this moment, it was just because he didn't want to miss anything suspicious that he didn't directly skip Hermione.
Therefore, apart from occasionally taking a peek at Hermione, he had begun to focus most of his energy on observing Hannah Abbott.
Speaking of Neville's girlfriend, we have to mention Luna - the two of them actually have somewhat similar personalities and have always been good friends in school.
It's just that compared to Luna's sometimes demure and sometimes unpredictable temperament, Hannah has always been a very low-key girl, although she is always a little careless in doing things.
Well, to put it bluntly, it’s inconspicuous.
But precisely because of this, she seems to have become one of Haierbo's best choices for finding spies.
At this moment, Hannah was making fruit pudding with Mr. Florin, the owner of the original cold drink shop in Diagon Alley, and she did not notice that a pair of eyes were passing over her again and again.
"Well-"
After a while, Ron put down what he was doing and scratched his scalp vigorously.
"It doesn't look like a spy at all... Oh, how can I find this!"
But he didn't notice that when he forgot to look at Hermione, Hermione turned her head and looked in his direction.