Luna was sitting in front of the ice coffin in a daze.
Because everyone was busy today, no one came to disturb her daze. That was good, because she needed more time to just sit back and think about things based on her own intuition.
For example, she wanted to know what Maka was doing and thinking about now, and what she would say specifically when she saw him again soon.
For another example, she also wants to know if she has some responsibilities and should do something that she actually doesn't want to do.
Luna is not Hermione. She usually does not make many strict plans for her actions, and even her thinking is different from ordinary people. She just followed her intuition and came to a conclusion.
"Maka... if it were mother, what would she do?" Luna stretched out her hand, gently brushed away the hoarfrost on the ice coffin, looked at the lifeless figure inside, and murmured, "I think , my mother should only tell me that these are small things...because my mother always believes that only doing research is the real big thing."
Luna actually knew very well that her mother, who died young, was not a great genius witch, just like she had always understood that her father who wrote "The Quibbler" was not always right.
But she would rather believe every article her father wrote, because her father wanted her to believe it. Therefore, when she saw Maka, who was transformed into a demon and the Lord of the Living Corpses, sitting in front of her with a deliberately unfamiliar attitude, she also decided to continue to believe in Maka, and even hoped that Hermione and the others would believe the same. .
In this way, father will be happy, and Maka... should be happy too, right
"ha-"
Touching the ice coffin made her palms become a little cold. Luna retracted her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. But her eyes didn't move, they stayed on the ice that had been wiped off the traces of frost, looking at the warm gaze through the ice head.
That gaze did not melt the ice coffin, but the ice coffin melted her heart.
After staring for a long time, frost accumulated on the small piece of ice, covering the profile of the face in the ice coffin. Then with a series of slightly chaotic footsteps, the tent door curtain was lifted, and Hermione and others walked in from the outside.
"Luna?"
Because they had received confirmation from Luna on St. Martins Island, everyone no longer paid attention to the ice coffin. However, they did not expect Luna to come here and stare at it in a daze.
"Hermione."
Luna turned her head and showed a brisk smile to Hermione and others who walked into the tent.
"I miss dad a little bit...what about you?"
My home was destroyed, my hometown was destroyed, but at least many family members were still there. And even the Weasley family, who lost Percy, understand that as long as there is even one family member alive, it is the motivation for them to persevere.
Of course Hermione is like this too, no exception.
"I think so too," Hermione nodded, "I have taken the time to ask Professor Lupin and the others before. Everyone is doing well. At least there is no danger for the time being."
After hearing this, Luna couldn't help but nodded lightly, but then she changed her subject and said a little bit without any clue:
"Maka is family to us too."
"Uh, um, yeah!"
Hermione was stunned, wondering why Luna suddenly said that and what she meant specifically. But with this statement alone, she naturally wouldn't feel wrong.
After thinking about it, she felt that she had understood Luna's thoughts, and immediately nodded:
"Yes, Maka will definitely make it clear to us afterwards."
After saying that, she reached out and lifted Luna up from the ground, pulled her to the chair next to her and let her sit down.
"Don't get too close, the ice coffin is too cold."
After saying this, Hermione walked in with the other friends who came in with her. It seemed that they were going to get together to discuss some plan again.
Luna said nothing more, just sat there and watched Hermione discuss with everyone from a distance. She opened her mouth several times, but never really spoke.
In the end, she stopped looking at everyone who was planning to return to the UK, and just focused her attention again on the ice coffin not far away.
The top was still covered with frost, and there were wisps of cold air, making it impossible to see what was inside. But Luna seemed to be able to see that figure, with a more familiar calmness on the familiar face.
It's like saying, it's okay, don't worry.
…
On the west coast of Denmark, somewhere on the rugged coast, a tall figure stood. This figure is as dark, strong, and majestic as the "Greed" incarnated by Maka. The appearance is different, but it is almost the same.
The only difference is that he is missing an arm.
Of course, if it's just one arm, it doesn't matter much to him, even the difference in strength won't be much.
Because he is Haierbo, despicable Haierbo, he never thinks that pure fighting ability is all that strength is. Even in terms of fighting ability, few people in this era can match him.
However, during this period of time, he only felt aggrieved.
So even if his living corpses had spread across the sea from Denmark to the Netherlands, he still stayed on the coast where they first arrived and did not follow them.
He just stands here every day, like a human sculpture, looking at the other side of the sea from a distance.
That's where "greed" lies.
The sea in front of him was sparkling, reflecting dazzling rays of light against the sunlight. The scene was wonderful, but it couldn't take away any of his attention. The salty sea breeze blows around me day and night, and I don't know whether it is cold or warm.
Because he doesn't care.
Now there are only two people he cares about, one is Maka McClain and the other is Kern.
What is worth mentioning is that there are still many figures standing next to him at this moment, no less than a hundred people. These are all the subordinates he recreated here.
It's a pity that even if he has so much power reserve, he still can't move anything. He can only stand here looking at the continent opposite and wait silently. Because the man didn’t agree, the lady didn’t agree.
"Ms. Kern...how long do I have to wait?"
Haierbo stood in front of the reef and murmured to himself in a gloomy whisper, but his words could not reach Hogwarts Castle or the place on the other side where he wanted to go.
"Damn...McLean."
Haierbo felt that he hated that inexplicable boy even more, but at the moment there was really nothing he could do against him.
As for the witch Kern... he didn't dare to have any opinions about the other party, let alone show any disrespect.
So he could only continue to wait.
The waves hit the rocks heavily, causing large splashes of water.