After the rain, St. Martins Island is a bit fresher than in the past. The leaves and branches are still hung with unfinished water drops, shining with crystal brilliance in the morning light. The island is not big, and the sea in the distance can be vaguely seen without being visible, and it is sparkling with the sea breeze.
It's just a pity. If the weather can clear up today, it will definitely be a beautiful picture with beautiful wind and sunshine. But the weather has been raining recently, or it is on the way to rain. Even though the rain has just stopped, the sky is still gloomy and it is difficult to see a clear sky.
At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking under this unpleasant gloomy sky, wanting to take a walk to adjust their uneasy mood before the upcoming tomorrow.
The dirt road under their feet was muddy, but neither of them felt much about it. It could be seen that the mud in their hearts was far worse than this small country road.
"Delphi?"
After walking for a long time, among the two people who had always remained silent, someone finally couldn't bear to break the increasingly obscure atmosphere between them.
"Yeah." Delphi responded.
"Delphi," Hermione continued cautiously after seeing her response, "You... you seem to know a lot more about Maka than I do - it should have been this way from a long time ago. Of course, Although I am curious and concerned, I also know that there must be your reasons for you and Maka not telling me and everyone else some things... To be honest, even if I can't completely believe you, at least I still believe in Maka's choice. … So I won’t insist on chasing you to ask questions about some things.”
At this point, Hermione paused for a moment, and when Delphi saw this, she just said "hmm" softly.
After hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but show a wry smile, shook her head and then continued:
"But... Delphi, isn't there even one thing you can say to me? For example, that time you asked to go to London, I remember you mentioned that Maka might be in London. Thinking about it now, it seems that you have already had the relevant speculation that Maka is the Lord of the Living Corpses since then, right?"
After saying this, the silence between the two returned for a while. Delphi didn't say anything immediately. She just paused and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and looked around.
There are two small villages on St. Martins Island, one in the west and one in the east. The names of these two villages are also very simple. They are called "Low Town" and "High Town" according to the terrain.
At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking in Gao Town, which is relatively close to the wasteland to the east. There were some not-dense farms and houses on both sides of this dirt road, as well as one or two scattered small shops.
It has been raining frequently in recent days, and the way in and out of the island has been lost. The villagers are staying in their homes, and naturally none of these shops are open.
Delphi caught a glimpse of a small dilapidated bar on the roadside. On the surface, it looked just like the nearby houses. It was just an old wooden sign with a wine glass hanging under the eaves, which vaguely indicated the identity of the place.
Looking through the window, you can see that the owner of this small bar is cleaning up some cup and plate remnants that were probably left by the commotion last night. It seems that the villagers in Gao Town have nowhere to go these days, but the business of this bar is much more prosperous than usual.
After taking a glance, Delphi turned to look at Hermione and said:
"Sit down and talk?"
"There's no need to disturb others, right?"
Hermione was a little hesitant. After all, she had always felt sorry for the Muggle residents on the island just by choosing this island as the location for negotiations with the Lord of the Living Corpses. If a battle breaks out then, these residents will probably be the most unlucky party.
However, the wasteland on the east side of St. Martins Island is flat and open, which is very suitable for setting up large rune arrays. During these three days, she didn't have many better choices.
However, after the first thought of not wanting to disturb the residents passed, Hermione's eyes briefly glanced at the beer mug on the sign, and for some reason she suddenly wanted to drink a cup of fragrant butterbeer.
I don’t know if there is one here.
Thinking about this, Hermione finally nodded and said softly:
"Oh well!"
"Crack."
The small bar, which had been closed early this morning, reopened its door to this special pair of guests. Delphi took the lead and walked into the door. His feet stepped on the old wooden floor and made a "crunch" sound. Sound softly.
"Confuse the public—"
Before the bar owner who was cleaning the table could say anything subconsciously, a confusion spell fell on him, and the Muggle owner with two mustaches froze there.
Hermione, who followed behind, pursed her lips slightly when she saw this, and then hesitantly said:
"Boss, do you have butterbeer here?"
…
It's only natural that this small bar in the island town doesn't have butterbeer. After all, you can make this kind of drink at home, and the residents on the island are accustomed to a slow-paced and hands-on life. The shops on the island, including this bar, have always only bought things from outside the island that the residents on the island cannot make on their own. .
Hermione and Delphi sat on the seats by the window, each sipping wine that they had never drank before, and it was quiet for a while.
Hermione was waiting, and Delphi seemed to be waiting for something too.
After a while, I saw Delphi subconsciously touching something hanging close to her chest, and then she slightly lowered her eyes and said quietly:
"Miss Granger, I remember I said before that there are some things that I cannot say. I know that it may not be fair to you. After all, what are you trying to do these days? , I also saw it."
"It doesn't matter." Hermione shook her head, put down the wine glass in her hand, and smiled more or less reluctantly, "Just like before, no one dared to call Voldemort by his name. At first, I just thought it was people's name. Fear - many people seem to think so. But in fact, Voldemort also studied the magic of names. He placed a curse on his name... This is probably the first reason why people began to avoid his name. Reason. So if you don’t want to say it, I can at least understand it.”
There are actually many things like this in the history of magic, so in the magic world, the word "secret" often means more than just the secret itself, and there may be a hidden danger of losing one's life.
"At least you definitely don't have any ill intentions towards me or all of us, because you are Maka's friend." Hermione said at the end.