"...Is it Luna?"
Ron had just heard Luna's name from Ginny, and before he could even say anything else, he suddenly heard a figure in a tent not far away suddenly penetrated the ceiling and flew into the air.
Yes, Ron realized at a glance that the figure definitely did not rush out by himself, but was thrown out by a huge force that directly smashed the roof of the tent!
"What?"
Hearing the movement, Ginny suddenly turned around and looked along Ron's line of sight.
"Who is that?"
And at this moment, Ron, who was squinting against the light, suddenly grabbed Ginny's elbow and hurriedly dragged her back.
"Come on, it's flying this way!"
"Wait, we have to catch him—"
Seeing that Ginny was still struggling to save people, Ron knew that there was no way to explain in a short time, so he simply pulled Ginny and continued to retreat.
Obviously, in terms of strength, Ron was still stronger. Ginny was forcibly dragged away from the place and retreated to the bonfire in the middle.
"Ginny, I can't explain it to you right now, but I promise, that's not a good person!"
"What are you talking about? Where in the camp would-"
Before she could finish her words, she saw the figure in the sky had already drawn a parabola in mid-air, and quickly crashed down onto the grass here.
"boom!"
At the moment when he was about to land, the opponent seemed to finally cast a spell on the ground.
Immediately, Ron and Ginny saw the figure suddenly buffer and pause a few inches above the grass. The impact that offset the speed caused the grass and mud to scatter in all directions, forcing the Weasley brothers to take a few steps back and hide further.
After that, the two of them saw that the figure lost its buoyancy and fell to the ground with a pop.
"M-Maka?"
Ginny took a closer look and immediately saw the other person's appearance clearly, and immediately stepped forward hurriedly. But before she could take the first step, Ron behind her grabbed her shoulders again and dragged her further.
"Don't go there, that's not... uh, maybe not..." He hesitated for a moment, but then quickly shook his head and said decisively, "No! That's definitely not Maka!"
How could the real Maka be so embarrassed? You know, even when dealing with the "all black" Haierbo before, he didn't end up in this situation.
"What 'maybe not', 'definitely not'? What on earth are you talking about?"
On the other side, although Ginny asked this question, her heels were nailed to the spot and she did not insist on moving forward. Because she finally realized that there must be a reason why Ron grabbed her so many times.
After all, Ron is her brother after all, right? Even though it was often unreliable, it seemed necessary to listen to Ron's words first when she didn't understand the situation at all.
What's more, "Maka" obviously didn't really fall.
It is worth mentioning that the noise when dealing with the fall was a little too loud just now, so that the surrounding refugees who were busy with their own affairs all gathered around. They all looked very surprised when they discovered that it seemed to be Maka who fell on the grass and was about to get up.
"Everyone, be careful, he is-"
Ron wanted to remind him, but suddenly, a palm suddenly appeared in front of him, and it quickly enlarged in his eyes.
"Sorry! I think it's best if you don't think about doing such a meaningless act in my presence."
Before the palm could touch Ron or release any magic, Ginny on the side saw another hand suddenly thrust forward quickly and clasp the opponent's wrist firmly.
The "Maka" whose hand was firmly grasped did not say a word, nor did she make any further movements. She just stood there as if she had been restrained by a body-binding spell.
"Maka?"
When Ginny turned around, she saw the man appearing silently behind her. She was surprised when she suddenly looked back and forth hurriedly a few times, and then added in astonishment:
"Ah, no... two Maca?"
"Obviously there is only one me in this world, isn't it?" Maka, who was standing behind her, said casually, "Okay, you all stand back -"
But at this moment, the other Maka, whose wrist was grabbed by him, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"That's not necessarily the case," he turned his head slightly and looked directly at the figure that was exactly the same as him. "If you don't talk about anything else, at least you can do it with the help of a time turner, right?"
However, just when everyone was confused and felt that what he said made sense, the other Maka chuckled and shook his head.
"At least I haven't seen anyone who can go back in time and chat with their past selves... Okay, stop trying to confuse everyone with these boring words, there's no need!"
As soon as he said this, everyone around him heard a "bang" sound, and a black flame quickly ignited from the palm of his hand that was tightly clasping the opponent's wrist, and spread along his arm.
"ah-"
In fact, the black flame only reached his shoulders and stopped extending, but it had no intention of extinguishing. The burning pain that hit the soul was simply more terrifying than the Cruciatus Curse. The pain caused the other person to fall to the ground with his arms folded and break out in a cold sweat.
But to be honest, the other party obviously still had some willpower. No matter how painful it was, he just endured it and kept silent. Just letting the sweat flow on the forehead and back makes people feel a little palpitated just looking at it.
After a moment, Namaka waved his backhand and extinguished the black flames, temporarily relieving the opponent's unparalleled pain.
"Change back to your original appearance! Then tell me, what exactly does Halpo want you as a 'spy' to do? And, just now you wanted to kidnap Luna, right? You want her to go with you, and why? what reason?"
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
The figure who had not yet recovered from the pain just now was lying on the grass, panting and coughing for a while. After resting for a while, he frowned and said:
"I... I think it's you who needs to change back to your original appearance—"
"It seems you don't give up."
"Bang!"
The black flame ignited again, and this time it swept into the opponent's chest. The burning pain was not something that ordinary people could bear. An ordinary wizard would probably fall into madness long ago.
That's right, just like Neville's parents back then!
However, the other party was still holding on with determination. Even though he opened his mouth several times and failed to say anything again, he was able to hold on until the flame was extinguished again.
"Oh? I seem to admire you a little!" Another Maka said.