It was pitch black, every inch of the castle was filled with darkness. Even though it was not yet dark outside and was not shrouded in thick clouds like other places in the UK, the still bright sunshine was ruthlessly blocked and not even a ray could penetrate.
The blackness, like mist and embers, seemed to swallow up everything here, and also swallowed up the vision of everyone who dared to step here without authorization.
However, at this moment, Maka, who was walking among them, was still walking steadily and calmly. Even his eyes have become a pair of ornaments without exception, but the perception of magic that has become more acute after acquiring this demon body is enough for him to "see the world" without eyes anymore. "It's clearer than ever.
"Click, click, click... click."
The place where Maka wanted to go was actually not too far from the gate. Soon, he stopped in front of a hall door in the black mist. Then, I saw that he didn't knock on the door or anything, just stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, and then walked in without hesitation.
This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts, or... it used to be. The tables, chairs, blankets and candles here were all very familiar to him.
But now, the familiar scene is no longer there. Even the magic curtain that had amazed generations of little wizards—including Maka herself—could no longer reflect the blue sky outside. At this time, what hung above Maka's head was just A gloomy gray.
However, unlike other places in the castle, this huge auditorium was completely empty without any trace of fog.
Then Maka opened her eyes.
That woman could not "see" with her magic power alone. Standing in front of her, it would be more reliable to just use your eyes. The moment Maka opened her eyes, the figure of the witch Kern, which did not exist in the induction, immediately "appeared" deep in the auditorium. In the dim hall, there was only one candle burning there, emitting a faint light. It illuminated half of her beautiful face.
Kern was sitting at a round stone table, flipping through a book. The candle stood plainly on the table, looking abrupt but inexplicably unpretentious.
Witch Kern seemed unaware of Maka's arrival. Of course, to be more accurate, perhaps it should be "no surprise".
"You're back."
Ancient Greek is a bit unfamiliar to Maka after all, but as he specializes in ancient magical literature enough to become a professor at Hogwarts, he obviously doesn't understand it. What's more, this is not the first time he has talked to the other party.
"Yeah, I'm back."
Maka acted very calmly and indifferently, or rather casually, and she saw him responding casually, walking over by himself as if he had returned home, and then sat down opposite Kern.
"Anger, arrogance and lust have been successfully returned to their places." Maka also picked up a book casually placed on the table and flipped through it casually, which was exactly the same as the tone of his speech at the moment.
Opposite him, the woman who had always been dressed in ancient Greek clothing was even plainer than him.
"I feel it... you're efficient."
Maka smiled softly after hearing this.
"After all, the person holding that sword is an acquaintance of mine, and so are the people around him. It's not difficult for me to ask them to do something." At this point, he suddenly paused, and then added something like "Even if they don't seem to agree with what we are doing."
It was at this moment that Witch Kern finally raised her head and glanced quietly at Maka, who was sitting across the table.
"It seems that you failed to convince your friends."
"Didn't I say it before?" Maka listened and shrugged, "Even if I can agree with your idea and even help you do it, this thing will probably not be perfect - except for' Forced', I'm afraid I can't use other words to define this plan."
But Kern shook his head slightly.
"You didn't 'agree' with it."
Maka seemed to be calm when she heard what she said. She nodded and said:
"Okay! Yes, it's not 'agreement'. At most... it can only be regarded as 'agreement'! If it weren't for the fact that there is almost no room for redemption, I would not agree to you, let alone help you."
“… There’s nothing wrong with staying true to your ideals.”
When she said this, Witch Kern was no longer looking at Maka. And Maka actually knew very well at this time that the woman in front of her didn't care at all whether others agreed with her point of view - if she had cared, she wouldn't have remained stubborn even when many wizards strongly opposed it and even attacked her repeatedly. With his own opinion, he finally embarked on the journey that was almost a point of no return without hesitation.
As she said at the moment, "Stay true to your ideals," and she has always done so.
The words gradually settled down, and silence returned to the darkened auditorium. Both of them were flipping through the pages of the book, not knowing whether they had read it or not.
After a while, Maka spoke again, breaking the silence again.
"By the way, there's also gluttony, which is half solved."
Witch Kern didn't react immediately to his words. After a few seconds, she softly said "Huh".
"He shouldn't be suspicious yet." Maka seemed to know what she meant and added.
Kern obviously still didn't care very much, and he didn't even raise his head this time.
"It's up to you."
Maka nodded and finally stopped talking completely. After staying for a while, after he had read about a dozen pages of the book, he put down the book, stood up, and left without even saying hello.
He encountered no obstruction.
…
The dark clouds overhead were still thick, just like the hearts of Hermione and others who were flying in mid-air at this moment.
Everything we experienced in the main hall of Buckingham Palace last night made everyone feel extremely complicated and heavy... It could even be said to be torture. Thinking about many things now, even if I can finally think more calmly, I still don't have much clue.
Is that Maca
There is no doubt that that should really be Maka - even if his appearance has completely changed, most of the people here are very familiar with him, so how can he admit his mistake
But... that's not Maca.
Let’s not talk about the crazy and terrifying plan that the other party mentioned at the beginning, because even if there was any reason, the Maka that everyone knows would never do such a thing - he really killed the living corpse girl !
"…Damn it."
In mid-air, Hermione, who was flying at high speed on a broomstick, couldn't help but scolded. The suppressed voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and became a little distorted in the wind.