There was a slight breeze around Hogwarts today, mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, which felt warm and intoxicating on the cheeks.
The grass blades in the front yard swayed gently in the wind, shaking off last night's dew.
Maka clasped her hands behind her back and walked step by step in front of the Blois father and daughter, letting the wind blow against her face and neck. There seemed to be a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be quite content.
However, the potion bottle containing the cursed substance that he had extracted earlier was still in his hand, and he seemed to have no intention of putting it away immediately.
That's right, since Maka came out of the auditorium with Willie, he has just been like this, walking alone.
And since Maka didn't speak, Willie and Mr. Blois didn't know whether they should speak, even though they were full of doubts in their hearts.
However, it was Mr. Blois who loved his daughter so much. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke first:
"Mr. McClain, Willie...is she okay?"
"Huh?" Maka seemed to have just noticed that he was behind her. She paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Oh, yes! It's all healed, and it won't happen again in the future. Such a surprise.”
"Oh, then... thank you."
Blois subconsciously looked at the bottle in Maka's hand, then nodded slightly and thanked him.
"No, you're welcome, this is what I should do."
Maka shook her head and smiled, and then she seemed not to want to talk anymore. She just kept walking and continued to wander aimlessly on the lawn.
After staying for a while, Mr. Blois couldn't help but said again:
"By the way, Mr. McClain, what are you going to do next?"
"What's next?" Maka heard him ask again. This time she finally stopped and turned around slightly, "Didn't I tell you before? I have something I want you to help with..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the blood-colored medicine bottle in his hand. Then, he took out an envelope from his pocket and signed only his name, put the two together and handed it to Willie.
"Give it to someone you think will be more suitable to have this power," Maka said, "No matter who it is, as long as you think it is suitable - after all, it was stripped from your body after all. .”
"Shall I... choose?"
Willie did not refuse and took it naturally, although she still had doubts in her heart.
"I don't know who to give it to."
"Didn't I just say it? Anyone can do it, and I will trust your choice—except me, of course." Maka patted her shoulder lightly and blinked, "Don't care about time, it doesn't matter how long it takes." Yes, until you think you’ve found the right match for it.”
"I understand." After hearing Maka's words, Willy finally nodded and said quietly, "If you want me to do this, I will do it. Is that okay?"
"Well, that's enough."
Maka nodded again, and then didn't look at the thing that was already in Willy's hands. She just turned around and said:
"That letter is for the person you chose - just give it to the person intact, and don't worry about anything else. Because from now on, it no longer belongs to you, just like it never belonged me too."
Before she finished speaking, Maka walked forward casually again, and after Willy and Mr. Blois sped up a few steps to catch up, she added casually:
"Willie, Mr. Blois, you will stay with me for one more day today. You can leave early tomorrow morning! Go to Beauxbatons, France. You... can wait for me there."
"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Willie couldn't help but asked.
"Yes! Just tomorrow!" Maka spread her hands and said, "I can start concentrating early and finish all the remaining work."
Having said this, he couldn't help but look left and right at the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts under the sun, and sighed slightly.
"Perhaps in the final analysis, I am not blessed to enjoy this kind of leisurely and quiet time! From childhood to adulthood, from the 'past' to the present, the only thing that seems to be related to me is a busy life." He said, "But it's probably like this Well, at least I know how busy I am..."
He suddenly turned his head, as if he was looking at the Blois and his daughter, but he seemed to be looking through them at other more familiar figures.
“…It’s all valuable.”
His tone was very certain in this last sentence.
…
The current Hogwarts is still the Hogwarts of three people, very leisurely and quiet; but the current Weymouth Camp is the Weymouth Camp of many people, full of noise, discussion, confusion and... disturbed.
Hermione and the others had been away for several days, and the resistance alliance was being maintained by Madame Maxime.
It's a pity that in pain and crisis, what can be followed is only the actual strength that can resist the threat, rather than simple comfort and responsibility.
At this moment, perhaps Percy, who had been sitting in the camp with a group of former RA members, could make everyone feel more at ease than Maxim.
"Yes, that's right, that's it!"
Percy was standing on the training field next to the dock, watching a group of friends, each holding an ancient magic card, forming a circular formation, practicing for the battle that was coming at any time.
This was Hermione's suggestion before she decided to go to Winchester to find Maka—because she had organized such a simple formation to defend herself against enemies, so these RA members were obviously no strangers to it.
However, the plan that was originally planned to be launched in Birmingham, now Percy decided to implement it in Weymouth first. The effect of this simple magic text formation may not be very good, but after replacing the former stone slabs with cards, it is still much better than the conventional wizard battle.
"Okay, let's take a break and try again later!"
Seeing that the round of drills came to an end, Percy clapped his hands and told everyone to rest on the spot. But just after he turned around, a sad look instantly appeared on his originally calm face.
After Hermione and others left, he was actually the most anxious person, because unlike others, he knew where Hermione and others had gone.
As the days passed, there was no news from Hermione and others traveling eastward. Even Percy knew how difficult it was to send back information in a dense area of living corpses, and he could not avoid the worry in his heart. .
Compared with this, the noises here in the camp and in the resistance alliance are not worth mentioning.
But just when Percy looked worried, a faint whistling sound came from the northern sky, making his heart skip a beat.