"Good evening, Miss Granger."
"...Although everyone will die - you are no exception! But at least, you who are brave and kind should not die in such a dark and cold place, where even the dim light is cold."
Maka saw it, it was indeed Dumbledore.
In the hazy mist, Dumbledore's body glowing with soft white light still appeared particularly clear. Even from a distance, Maka could still see it very clearly.
And when Dumbledore suddenly raised his hand, releasing a ball of brilliance that spread out and suddenly passed around Maka... That wonderful and pure power, even if he felt it up close this time, he still couldn't. Understand the mystery contained within.
"Professor Dumbledore—"
Hermione fell to the ground weakly. It was clear that she would lose consciousness completely at any time, but she still struggled to say:
"Professor... there are still many enemies on the front line. Maka and Harry... I'm afraid it will be difficult to clear them all... Since you are so relaxed..."
"Sorry, my child." Dumbledore shook his head lightly and said, "It's not that I don't want to give you more help, it's just that I have embarked on a path of no return - to be here today, I am a Coincidence, an accident, is also a proof that you risk your life and persist in yourself. As for the rest of the journey, you have to walk on your own feet... "
At this point, just when Hermione wanted to say something else before she fainted, Dumbledore, who was squatting in front of her, suddenly stood up and glanced lightly in a certain direction.
Dumbledore was not looking at where Maka was, but Maka knew that Dumbledore's action was actually telling him - "I know you are there."
"Oh, there's no time... So, goodbye, Miss Granger!" Dumbledore tilted his head and said slowly, "Please say hello to Maka for me. My apology and gratitude to him are as great as in the world. There are many more stars!”
Maka had thought that he might be able to have a few words with Dumbledore after Hermione passed out. But who knew that Dumbledore disappeared into the fog almost at the same moment Hermione lost consciousness.
After his eyes returned to darkness again, although Maka was unwilling to get any advice from Dumbledore, he still silently chose to leave after taking one more look at Hermione who was lying on the ground.
"You'll be fine, Hermione."
Maka knew that she would be here soon at this point in time.
…
There will be success in the plan, but there will naturally be failure.
But fortunately, at least everything is still developing according to the original development and has not deviated from the track he knew.
When Maka returned to Spiral Town, he had completely changed his appearance.
Although his identity is still one of the volunteers who went to Faversham Town to support the evacuation operation-oh! It was the guy who turned his head and ran out into the fields when the fog approached.
As for the ordinary young man Myron, he had already "sacrificed" in that fog.
"Merlin, your injuries are not light! It's not easy to escape from those terrible monsters alive... Oh, this medicine will hurt a little when you pour it on the wound, just bear with it!"
After Maka came back, he was sent directly to the new St. Mungo's Building - after all, he "escaped" back from the fog.
You know, those volunteers who were swallowed up by the fog like him have basically lost all news. If he still appears alive and kicking in front of everyone, it will be unjustifiable.
"Oh, it hurts—"
When the medicine dripped from the dropper into the wound on his shoulder, Maka pretended to shrink back, grinned and howled. Then, he looked out the window of the ward and asked:
"Ma'am, do you know what happened to my companions? Especially Miss Hermione Granger. Is she back?"
"Miss Granger? Oh, she was just—"
The female therapist was giving him medicine and talking casually, but before she finished speaking, she heard a sudden "bang" at the door of the ward.
And the next moment, she, along with several other injured patients in the ward, watched in surprise as a figure broke in from the door and rushed to Maka's bedside like a gust of wind.
"Where's Myron? Where is Myron? Didn't he come back with you?"
What appeared in front of Maka's eyes was Lola's extremely anxious face - to be honest, although he had only known each other for a short time, he had never seen her so excited.
"Uh, sorry... I got separated from everyone halfway, and I don't know much about the other people's situation."
Maka let her hold her arm until the therapist on the side saw that his healing wound had collapsed again, and then he quickly pulled her aside.
When Laura heard this, she stood there in a daze for a while. After a while, she looked at the blood stains on his shoulder and said:
"I'm sorry, your wound-"
"No, it's okay." Maka said, "I just... felt a little sorry - when I found that the fog was catching up, I subconsciously left the team alone. At that time, Miss Granger seemed to have called me, but I My mind was too confused and I didn’t hear clearly..."
Maka didn't know what the character "Myron" meant to Lola.
The teacher who guided her away from introversion? Or help her find confident friends? Or is he the hero who has undoubtedly thrust the chance of life into her hands
Precisely because Maka wanted to complete the goals of her trip, not only did she not know what Lola was thinking, but she didn't even think about understanding it.
So when he saw Laura's deeply shocked look, he could only apologize again and again.
It's a pity that no matter how much he apologizes, that ordinary young wizard Myron is destined to never come back.
The ending of "him" is to disappear quietly in the dark and cold fog. Maybe some people will remember his past existence, but it is limited to the memories of those people.
"You don't need to apologize to me. It's already good that you can come back alive. Don't think too much." After Lola came back to her senses, she said softly to Maka, "I just want to say I'm sorry. I just said I opened your wound so rudely... Rest well! I hope you can recover as soon as possible."
Having said that, Lola suddenly turned around and left the ward with a heavy heart. After the door was closed again, only the therapists and patients in the ward were left in silence.
This kind of thing is actually no longer uncommon these days.