"Noah, I guess... you must have been grounded at home by your father during this time, right? You can stay at Chateau Blois these days! Mr. Blois and I will take care of your father's side. Said."
"Oh! As expected of my good friend—Maka, you really understand me!"
"Okay, okay, don't rub your fat on me... Go ahead! You have seen some of the students at Hogwarts earlier. Let the maid at the door take you to find them!"
"Okay, see you later..."
Watching the meaty figure leave the door, Maka shrugged with Mr. Blois, who was sitting opposite, and said with a chuckle:
"This fat man has no other special qualities. He just has a simple and optimistic personality. With him here, maybe some of the gloom that has settled in everyone's hearts can be dispelled—"
Seeing that Willy's father nodded in agreement, Maka suddenly turned around and said:
"But, how can I put it... I really didn't expect that the embryo of the Philosopher's Stone was actually gestated and formed in the human body. And with that characteristic... it's really a wonderful coincidence!"
When Blois heard what he said, he couldn't help but spread his hands slightly.
"Since ancient times, hasn't the research on magic always been piling up all kinds of wonderful coincidences?"
This sentence couldn't be more correct. Maka shrugged and then gestured to Kingsley, who had been sitting aside since just now and never spoke much.
"Let's not talk about the irrelevant stuff, let's get straight to the point!" He said to Kingsley, "Based on the current situation, what are the Queen's thoughts? First pick your confident guess!"
Maka's meaning was very clear. He actually didn't really want to know the specific content of Kingsley's conversation with the Queen this morning. Because it can be imagined that it must be just a bunch of appearances mixed with useless words.
But what he wanted to know was just the "reality" within it.
"Okay," Kingsley, who was already very good at doing this kind of work, immediately nodded and said, "Well first of all, I think the Muggles actually prefer to leave the problem of Halbo to our wizards to solve. of… "
With his back to the window, Kingsley slowly recounted some of his points. Under the shadows caused by the bright sunshine at noon, his expression looked very serious.
That's why Maka doesn't like the extraordinarily bright sun today, because at the moment, its momentum that seems to be able to dispel all darkness is even more ironic.
…
In fact, what Kingsley said today can barely be summed up in one sentence, that is - the British royal family clearly wants to ask for help.
Although the harm caused by Halbo to the British wizarding community was huge, the Muggles were still the ones who suffered the most in this disaster.
Of course, how Maka should respond to the queen's request, expressed both in words and in words, is an issue that Maka needs to consider based on reality. She will definitely not be able to figure out the reason for a while.
And when Maka, Kingsley, and Mr. Blois were discussing quietly in the small living room, when the fat young master of the Hohenheim family ran to Maka's friends to play tricks and chat...
Delphi, who went to the block that Mr. Blois helped vacate, was thinking about something more personal.
"If... I mean if, if I go to Blois Castle now and try to kill me as a child, what will the result be like? Is my 'existence' being 'corrected' by the rules of time?"
After a whole morning of orderly guidance, the refugees from the UK have settled in this neighborhood in batches. There were indeed a lot of people, but compared to Muggles, they were obviously not worth mentioning.
At first, Madame Maxime also brought some people to help, but Beauxbatons still had to teach normally, and they obviously couldn't stay here for too long.
Fortunately, because these refugees are almost used to following arrangements in an orderly manner, there are not too many troubles.
At this moment, Delphi, who had just had some free time, finally had no excuse to block his thoughts with busyness. She was seen walking slowly on the street full of warm sunshine. While inspecting the accommodation of the refugees, she began to think randomly again.
"The rules of time... are such a wonderful and terrible thing!"
Probably because there was no result after thinking about it, Delphi couldn't help but muttered. But to be honest, although she seems to be one of the few people in the world who is qualified to figure out the rules of time, in fact, she really has no real sense.
She could not actually turn her "experience" into a basis for thinking and speculation, so she could only rely on her trust in the memories given by her father... to Maka to "imagine".
However, this was actually the source of motivation that prompted her to try to guess the rules of time.
In short, if her memories are all created by Maka, then she is equivalent to standing on Maka's thoughts and wisdom, thinking "for" Maka.
Now, Delphi has become a Muggle.
Perhaps after experiencing that near-death conversation, she had already felt Maka's tenderness, so she no longer felt pain and fear about being unable to use her magical power to help her father.
But what if there was still a way she could help Maka
Delphi is undoubtedly a smart enough girl. For example, she has already noticed the similarities between herself and Luna that Maka was thinking about earlier.
Yes, both of them seemed to have the tendency to become ordinary Muggles, and she had even become a Muggle herself.
Even though the process is different, the ending is almost the same.
There are many coincidences in the world of magic, and their coincidences often contain some truths worth pondering—Delphi has not ignored this.
It's a pity that, like Maka, she has not witnessed several previous time regressions, so she is obviously missing an important clue. So much so that even though she had some personal experiences that even Maka didn't have, she still couldn't find the answer to the question.
"My fate and Miss Lovegood's may really be entangled."
Delphi thought speciously, without much basis, but this did not prevent her from making such an assumption.
"Well, maybe... wouldn't it be better to call it 'bad luck'?"
She murmured in a low voice while pacing, and touched her chest habitually. The time turner that had been hanging there by her was now back in her father's hands.
"No," Delphi suddenly stopped, covered his chest and shook his head slightly, muttering to himself, "No matter what difficulties you encounter, it should always be 'lucky'... At least for me, He must be lucky."
Delphi was different from Maka at this moment. She didn't seem to find the warm sunshine above her head annoying at all.