"Okay, that's enough... The refuge point for the wizards is in Calais, France, across the Strait of Dover. There is a family wizard from the Chateau de Blois on the other side of the port who is responsible for the response. You should apparate there first! At most one I will take your father there with me on my broomstick."
The deformation and vibration during the use of the Apparition Spell will obviously put a great burden on people with poor physical condition. This is the same even if they are hiding in the space superimposed by the Traceless Stretch Spell.
Hermione tightened the drawstring of her handbag and said to the other party:
"By the time I get to the port in Calais, it should be completely dark, and there are still a lot of things to do here... Let's go! We can't waste any more time."
After seeing her finish speaking, she hung her beaded handbag on her body, then picked up the broom and walked towards the window. The wizard who looked grateful suddenly hesitated for a moment, and then finally couldn't help but said:
"Wait! Miss Granger... I think there is one more thing I need to talk to you about."
"What's up?"
When Hermione heard this, her hand that had just opened the curtain immediately stopped.
"Actually... Gary came to my place just now." The other party hesitated behind her.
"Gary?"
"That's my eldest nephew—the one you met before."
After he said this, Hermione understood immediately.
Yes, the other person should be talking about the boy who has always been hostile to them. It turns out that guy's name is "Gary".
only…
"Didn't he and his family have been sent to the evacuation point early? Is it because he couldn't worry about grandpa, so he sneaked back alone?"
"It should be like this," the wizard nodded and said, "The child came over to visit his grandpa again, and then left again... However, although he only said that he was visiting his grandpa, I later discovered that, He secretly took his grandpa's wand away."
"Um?"
Hermione couldn't help but frowned after hearing this.
"Shouldn't all your wands have been confiscated? They should have been searched upstairs as well—"
"Miss Granger, don't get me wrong! I have no idea of hiding the wand secretly!" The other party quickly shook his head and said, "His grandfather's wand was damaged in the battle in London. Even if it can still cast magic spells, it will not work." It has no power, and you may even hurt yourself if you are not careful... "
As the other party was talking, Hermione suddenly remembered the previous report from the Muggle Liaison Officer. So, the wizard who fled westward was probably Gary
"Why didn't you say this earlier!"
"Because, Gary... I think that child probably wants to defect to Haierbo. He has grown up listening to his grandfather's stories since he was a child, and has always admired his grandfather who was imprisoned in Azkaban... In After his grandfather came back, he learned a lot of black magic from his grandfather."
"Does he want to ask Haierbo to cure his grandfather?" Hermione thought for a moment, then frowned again.
However, she soon saw the other person and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"No, I think he wants to be a 'real' dark wizard!" The man who had also been addicted to black magic sighed, "In fact, after my father returned from being seriously injured in the fog in London, , my brother and I were very scared. We are all people with families, and that Haierbo... is obviously completely different from what we imagined!"
"However, when my brother and I no longer wanted to be dark wizards, my father, who was seriously injured, not only did not hate Haierbo for causing him such serious injuries, but even when he was lying on the bed unconscious, They keep saying... saying that Haierbo is a 'real dark wizard' and a 'dark wizard greater than the Dark Lord'."
When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help but lightly press her hand on her beaded handbag - is someone who would say such a thing really worth all the traveling back and forth
"This means that your nephew Gary... also has the same idea as his grandfather?"
"At least I think that's how it should be."
After a slight nod, the other party looked at Hermione's hand on her waist and said:
"Don't worry! Father, he won't live long anyway. Even if he can hold on for a few more days, he won't cause any trouble to you anymore! As for Gary's kid... If he doesn't see the reality clearly as soon as possible, even if If we capture him this time, sooner or later he will end up like his grandfather because of his extreme ideas!"
"But after all, he-"
Hermione originally wanted to say "he is still young after all", but then she thought about it and realized that the boy named "Gary" was actually only a year or two younger than her at most. Thinking of this, it seemed that she could no longer say those words.
That's right, in today's disaster, everyone is already too busy to take care of themselves. If he cannot take responsibility for his actions and decisions, others will not be able to help him even if they want to.
And just when Hermione's mind was wandering, she saw the other party who was also silent suddenly said:
"Miss Granger, the person who takes care of you is at the port in Calais, right? I'll go there first... I'll leave it to you to transfer my father!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the other party took the initiative to pick up the door key that Hermione had brought, and then disappeared from the spot with a burst of space.
"Forget it... Even his family members have said this, so what reason do I have to meddle in other people's business?"
Such thoughts passed through Hermione's mind secretly, and as if she didn't want to waste any more time, she immediately opened the window with a "crash", got on her broomstick and rushed out.
The sun in the west has been half obscured by the mountain-like gray fog, but the afterglow of the setting sun is still extremely bright. After taking a few more glances at the beautiful sight, Hermione was about to turn around and speed towards the strait.
But just as she turned around, she suddenly turned back and flew straight towards the mist in the west.
"The amount of potion is sufficient, and there is also a spare..." Hermione waved her fist lightly in the air and whispered to herself, "'Gary', right? A guy with a brain problem like you. , it’s not the first time I’ve seen you... It’s okay if you’re confused, I will definitely use my fists to make you sober!”
If many of Hermione's actions in the past few years seemed to be plausibly imitating Maka, then perhaps today's decision really came from her own mind.
Just like... Miss Hermione Granger who always wanted to punch Malfoy in the face.
And just as Hermione was flying at high speed in the direction of the setting sun, a figure was walking on the road between Faversham and Sittingbourne.
"…Maka…McLean."