"It's nothing hard or hard. I'm just doing what I think I should do - completing a deal. There's nothing worth being grateful for here."
Safina's words were still so jarring.
However, everyone may have gotten used to her attitude. Regardless of whether she meant it or not, or... maybe she really thought so? In short, everything she has done so far has brought almost irreplaceable help to everyone, and this is a fact.
"Miss Geofine! Anyway, thank you!" Harry said still seriously.
Yes, it is Harry after all, who has always been so serious about right and wrong. Perhaps it is precisely because he is sincere and without thinking that his frankness makes people feel that there is no falsehood at all, and no one will think that he is just putting on airs.
Just like this moment, even Safina could only purse her lips when facing Harry like this, waved her hand at him impatiently and said:
"It's up to you! Thank you if you want, no one will stop you!"
After saying that, she picked up half a piece of bread, dipped it in the jam Hannah brought and ate it by herself.
Safina's actions were like a signal to start dinner. As soon as everyone saw her, they all started to fill their stomachs.
The dinner was obviously not sumptuous. When it came, no one had the intention to prepare food. But now, in this newly rebuilt burrow, there are only enemies outside. In fact, it is no different from a battlefield in the wilderness. It’s already nice to have something to eat and drink.
"Oh, Hannah, this bottle of jam tastes good." Ron said from the side, "It feels better than the bottle yesterday!"
"Thank you," Hannah nodded slightly, "but this bottle is no longer made by me. It is a product produced by the McMillan family's farm - our two families have been in contact since our ancestors, and their family will send gifts every quarter. Here are some things, these jams have actually been in my bag for a long time."
"Is it from Ernie's family?" Ron thought for a while, but couldn't help scratching his head and sighing, "Speaking of it, the time since I left school is actually not as long as I thought, but the memory of school seems to have been It’s become very old.”
"Yes!" Harry couldn't help but recall after hearing this, "McMillan? I don't know how they are doing on the Change."
Because Ernie MacMillan used to be Maka's roommate, and Harry and the others had always been close to Maka, everyone still somewhat remembered the Hufflepuff boy.
Even at this moment, Harry remembered that Ernie had invited Maka to his house for a dance one Christmas.
It's a pity that, as Ron said, after experiencing so many changes, the memories that were not so recent in the first place, now looking back, I find that they have gradually faded unconsciously.
Of course, it was only Harry and the others who were reminded of MacMillan at the moment. On the other side, Safina and others were not so emotional.
In other words, since she reached this deal with Maka and gave Ursula a satisfying body, she has had enough.
"Was the past really that good?"
While chewing the bread, Safina muttered something vaguely. The corner of her mouth was stained with jam without realizing it, which made her look a little cute.
"This kind of thing always varies from person to person." Sarah chuckled and said, "But, I think the past is better, right? After all, everything we experience will eventually become the past. 'of."
Among everyone present, she was really the only one qualified to say this. Although she has lived for so many years, it seems that most of them were just wasted time.
"Maybe!"
Safina curled her lips, but did not refute. She just hurriedly stuffed the remaining piece of bread into her mouth, then clapped her hands and stood up.
"Then what are you still procrastinating about? Get some rest early so you can get up earlier tomorrow! If you clear out all the living corpses one day earlier, you can reduce the bad memories for one more day in the future, right?"
After saying this vaguely, she immediately turned around and walked up the stairs. It seemed that she was going to sleep. She had one of her men responsible for defense and was the one who contributed the most during the day, so Hermione didn't give her anything. Assign vigil duties.
"That's true," Harry shrugged and ate faster, "Hermione, remember to go to bed early and don't work too late."
"Um."
Hermione nodded casually, but her eyes were still staring at the pieces of manuscript paper placed in front of her. It seemed that she was still concentrating on the design of the magic text formation that Sarah had proposed previously.
And probably because of what Safina just said, everyone seemed to eat a little faster. After a while, everyone ended their relatively shabby dinner one after another. Except for Ron, who was in charge of the vigil tonight, everyone went upstairs.
All right! In fact, there is one exception, and that is Blois, who seems to be more conflicted in his heart recently.
"Sir, aren't you...going to rest?"
To be honest, Ron has actually never been very good at dealing with Willy's father, then and maybe even more so now. Because Maka was around in the past, Bulova had always been more generous, but now the situation is completely different.
"Why should I rest so early?" Blois sat by the window, looking at the night outside gradually seeping into the entire sky, and said calmly, "I haven't participated in a battle during the day, so I'm not tired."
Speaking out about his inactivity and inaction in such an open manner makes it difficult for people to focus on the surface. Just like Ron now, he subconsciously began to wonder if there was any reason behind the other person's behavior that was concerning.
Of course, it was certainly not Ron's style to ask directly... In other words, he was really not used to talking to Blois.
"oh."
He smiled awkwardly, and then turned his attention to the world outside the window.
Because of Safina's hard work during the day, it seemed very quiet at night. There were no living corpses lingering and noisy in the field of vision, which made people feel a lot more at ease. Even though the clouds were still gloomy and oppressive, Ron still felt an inexplicable sense of comfort in his heart.
It makes sense when you think about it, this is the Burrow, his home. Although after reconstruction, there are always some places that are different from the past, but with so many friends accompanying and protecting us, the feeling of home has not diminished much... maybe!
Ron held up the tea cup and took a sip quietly, letting the warmth flow down his throat and into his belly.
"Weasley, the night is still long... tell us about McClane!"
Absolutely, Blois said.