Last night at the Pig's Head Bar, Maka certainly didn't tell Lucius and Old Avery about the termination of the plan. This matter can only be known to oneself, and simpletons like Lucius and Avery obviously cannot let them know.
He just vaguely stated that the plan would be temporarily delayed so that Voldemort could be dealt with more properly.
As for when that will be, it will naturally be discussed another day.
Although they were reluctant, Lucius and Old Avery could only suppress their anxiety and nodded to express their understanding.
no way! Dumbledore alone was enough for them, and now Maka itself was by no means simple. Seasoned veterans like Lucius and Old Avery knew very well how to take sides.
After coaxing the two of them back, Maka glanced far away in the direction of the "Snow Witch", finally shook her head and turned back to Hogwarts.
He now has a rough idea of what is hidden in the ghost swamps in North America. Celine, the "Snow Witch", is probably still worried about how to save her mother.
However, Maka has not yet made up her mind whether she should touch those so-called "should not touch" things.
"Even if you want to go, you must be fully prepared. At least, the research and practice of rule runes are the highest priority right now."
After thinking about it like this, Maka gave up the idea of going to the "Snow Witch".
Early the next morning, Luna was sent out of the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey.
She was able to be discharged from the hospital so quickly largely because of Maka's timely use of the potion. All trauma, as long as it is not extremely serious, can generally be cured quickly with the combination of magic and potions.
Fortunately, although Gryffindor's sword is indestructible and extremely sharp, and can break even magic with one sword, its damage effects are all on the physical level.
Maybe it was originally designed like this, or maybe Harry didn't actually play its true role.
Anyway, Luna was discharged from the hospital, and the happiest person was Maka.
"I'm finally discharged from the hospital. It's worth celebrating - today happens to be Sunday. What do you want to eat? Or where to go to play?" Maka's face was filled with a clean smile.
Speaking of which, he hadn't really smiled in a long time.
Now that his feelings and emotions were finally back, he couldn't help but find that he was smiling a lot more recently than before he lost his emotions.
Just as Maka and Luna walked out of the gate of the school hospital together, he suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing against his face.
He subconsciously took a step back, then turned around, and found a figure passing him. If you don't avoid it, you will definitely be hit.
Maka looked back.
Good guy! If you don't avoid it, it won't be as simple as being hit!
The figure that came towards me just now was none other than the Beauxbatons school belle who was extremely arrogant on weekdays but became enthusiastic once she got to know her—Fleur Delacour.
And this beautiful woman is now looking at him with her arms half-opened, looking embarrassed!
"Miss Delacour, what are you doing?" Maka politely left a step for her to avoid being so embarrassed.
Fleur looked at Luna next to Maka, as if she understood something. She stood up again and returned to her usual elegant style. She smiled and said: "Oh - Mr. MacLean, I just want to congratulate this..."
"Her name is Luna Lovegood, a student of Ravenclaw Academy." Maka reminded kindly.
"Well, yes... I just want to congratulate her on her recovery. I accidentally recognized the wrong person just now..." Fleur smiled and said, "That maze is really dangerous! Isn't it?"
Of course Fleur didn't know how Luna was injured. But to her, that maze was full of dangers, and it was not surprising even to be injured.
And her thoughts almost represent the thoughts of the vast majority of students.
"Thanks."
Luna also smiled slightly, but her eyes stayed on the small ornament on Fleur's earlobe. It seemed that she was more interested in something else than Fleur's enviable appearance.
"By the way, let me introduce you formally," Fleur suddenly pointed to the door and said, "This is my sister, Gabrielle Delacour. She also wants to thank you - if it weren't for you, she might also I will suffer because of my lack of ability!”
Maka turned her head and saw a petite and cute girl standing obediently in the corridor outside the door. When Maka looked towards her, he found that she was staring at him with a blazing look.
The little girl named Gabrielle looked to be in her early ten years, just like a smaller version of Fleur, with waist-length golden hair and shining silver eyes.
When her eyes blinked, her eyelashes shone slightly, and with the morning sun shining in from the window, she looked as bright and lovely as an angel.
Maka cautiously took another step closer to Luna, trying to use Luna's innocent brilliance to block some of Gabrielle's inexplicable dazzle.
"Uh... hello?" Maka herself didn't know why he greeted him in a questioning tone.
"Hello, Mr. McClain..." A sweet smile bloomed on Gabrielle's face, "Thank you that day, thank you for saving Gabrielle..."
"Oh - you're welcome." Maka also smiled and nodded.
"Perhaps you haven't had breakfast yet? If you don't mind, how about we go to the auditorium to have dinner together?" Fleur suggested as she pushed her hair behind her ears.
"Oh - uh, sorry, we already ate just now," Maka politely declined immediately, "If you have a chance, please call us again next time."
"That's a pity, okay..." Fleur said with a regretful look on her face, "Then, it's time for my sister and I to go have a meal. Goodbye!"
Gabrielle also said goodbye, and then the two beauties, one large and one small, left together.
"Maka?" Luna suddenly called him.
Maka turned to look at her and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
“Is it hot in Africa?”
Although he and Luna had known each other for almost four years, he still felt that he often couldn't keep up with the other person's thinking. But fortunately, at least Luna won't ask some stream-of-consciousness questions. Since she asked, she must be looking for answers that are consistent with common sense.
"Yes! It's very hot... Why do you ask this suddenly?" Maka asked curiously.
"Last time, Dad wrote and said that someone invited him to go to Egypt... It is said that the wizard there discovered a new pyramid." Luna blinked.
"Then...are you planning to travel to Egypt?" Maka asked.
Luna shook her head and said calmly: "Our family has no money. If we go to Egypt, we will be hungry."
To be honest, Maka was interested in helping Xenophilius. However, he is willing to help, but others may not accept it!
For the Lovegood family, living according to their own ideals is the most important thing. The sales volume of the magazine "The Quibbler" has never been high, but Xenophilius has never had the idea of changing the direction of its content.
But to be honest, the content in that magazine is too unique, and many things are specious, making it difficult for people to accept it. Even loyal readers who often subscribe to the magazine mostly read it as a joke book.
"Well, I'd better not go there. It's really hot there." Maka nodded. "It rarely rains there and the weather is very dry. The climate is not suitable for traveling."
The two chatted casually and planned to go for a walk on the lawn outside the castle—Luna had been staying in the ward recently, and Luna wanted to go outside to get some fresh air.
But in the foyer, they saw Hermione walking towards the stairs with a straight face - she didn't seem to see Maka and the others.
"What's wrong with her?" Maka thought for a moment, "Hmm... Maybe Harry and Ron made her angry again?"
This time Maka really wronged them. There was actually another reason why Hermione looked like this. Moreover, only Hermione knew about that matter for the time being - in fact, she didn't want others to know at all.
Until breakfast the next day, Hermione still looked gloomy. Even if Harry and Ron asked repeatedly, she refused to say anything.
Just then, the messenger owls flew over, and Hermione, who had been silent, seemed to be distracted by them. You can see that she is also looking up.
"What are you waiting for? Have your parents also learned to send letters using owls?" Harry asked curiously.
"No, it's not," said Hermione, "I ordered a copy of the Daily Prophet. Now I know everything from the Slytherins and I'm sick of it."
"Good idea!" said Harry, looking up at the owls as well. "Hey, Hermione, I think you're lucky -"
A gray owl flew towards Hermione.
"But it didn't bring the newspaper," she said, looking a little disappointed, "it—"
Unexpectedly, after the gray owl settled on the plate in front of her, four more barn owls, a brown owl and a gray wood owl flew in.
"How many orders did you send out?" Harry said, grabbing Hermione's goblet to prevent it from being knocked over by the swarm of owls.
They all rushed forward to deliver the letter to her first.
"What the hell -" Hermione said, taking the letter from the gray owl and reading it, "Oh, oh!" she shouted angrily, her face turning red.
"What's going on?" Ron said.
"This - this is so ridiculous -" She pushed the letter to Harry, and Harry saw that it was not handwriting, but seemed to be made up of letters cut out of "Wizard Weekly":
"You are a bad girl. You are not worthy of Harry Potter, let alone Viktor Krum. Go back to your Muggle home!"