Perhaps it was because she had slept for such a long time last time that Maka didn't close her eyes at all during the first night after waking up.
After spending the first half of the night chatting casually with Sarah, he spent almost the rest of the time staring at the magic sand table and sorting out his thoughts.
Then as the water vapor in the air became thicker and thinner, the night passed like that.
The rain didn't fall after all. It's just that the weather is still unpredictable, and it makes people feel uneasy, just like the faces of wives sitting quietly in the living room at home waiting for their husbands to return late.
It wasn't until the early morning of the next day, when the morning sun parted the clouds and shed its first ray of light on the coast, that familiar figure finally appeared next to the flagpole outside the central tent.
Sarah, who was sitting not far from the door, had actually noticed the man when he approached.
However, she did not take any action immediately. Instead, she waited for the other party to stand outside for a while, then raised her head slightly from the busy work at hand and glanced at Maka inside the tent.
At the sand table, Maka nodded to Sarah, and then Sarah walked out carrying half of the doll.
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"Sarah."
Hermione has been here for a while, but even though she has reached the entrance of the camp, she still hasn't been able to actually walk in. Seeing Sarah coming out, she couldn't help but say hello to her, although she knew very well in her heart that whether she was coming or speaking now, the person inside would definitely notice it.
To be honest, although she didn't want to admit it from the bottom of her heart, when she saw the ice coffin melting from a distance yesterday and "that person" woke up from inside, she actually felt more "reassured" than "resisted". "of.
Perhaps it was because she wanted to escape the feeling of security that made her feel so confused that she immediately chose to stay away from that place after confirming that it really seemed to be "him".
However, the other party came to her quickly after that, and even said a lot... many things that she would never have told them before. Even though he didn't answer the question she wanted to know most in the end, it was obvious that he had explained to them the reasons why he couldn't tell them in an unprecedented and serious manner.
Then there was a whole night of silence, giving Hermione enough space and time to cool down her mind. She thought about it for most of the night under the dim light, and it was not until late at night that the feeling that had not completely dissipated. He fell into a deep sleep with a complete sense of peace of mind.
It wasn't until she woke up before dawn that she would realize it in a daze. Ever since "he" left her and others, everyone, including herself, may have been waiting for this day to come - even if they experienced hardships and challenges in the process, tortured the body and soul, and struggled with self-questioning and determination. He wandered forward amid growth and occasional abandonment, and even ended up gritting his teeth and tearing his heart apart during the Buckingham Palace incident.
But even then, it seemed that I no longer had any nostalgia, but in the end, it seemed that I still couldn't let go of that feeling completely.
Not only herself, but also Ron, Neville, Hannah, Ginny... and of course, Harry, who seemed to be determined not to look back.
After all, isn’t this the ending everyone has been waiting for? Everything that happened before must be hidden! Instead of believing in that "him" who looks like a devil both on the outside and on the inside, why don't you believe in the kinder and gentler person you are now
Even if she thinks about it now, she still can't find any flaws in that "Devil Maka" that can prove that "he" is not Maka...
"Miss Granger," Sarah appeared at the door of the camp and tilted her head towards the entrance behind her, "Aren't you going in?"
Hermione, who was looking sideways at the eastern sky, turned her head slightly when she heard this, and subconsciously glanced at the tent. But from this angle, it's hard to see him.
Hermione only glanced at it, then quickly retracted her gaze and looked at Sarah in front of her again. She paused and said softly as if to change the subject:
"I remember, you've been calling me 'Hermione' recently."
After being together for such a long time, Sarah, who is still as petite as ever, raised her head slightly, looked at her steadily and said:
"I thought that using the previous title might help you adapt faster... Or am I being a little nosy?"
Hearing what Sarah said, Hermione couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, she pursed her lips, and then finally turned her gaze to the depths of the camp behind the opponent again.
Seeing this, Sarah took a step aside and let the door open.
"Then I'll go in first... And, thank you."
And the moment Hermione walked into the tent entrance, two figures happened to appear in the shadows next to a tent a little further away. One of them, who was slightly shorter, was supporting the other who was taller. When he saw this scene, the expression on the face of the taller figure seemed a little complicated.
After stopping for a moment, the figure being supported swayed slightly, seeming to take half a step back. Then, a voice sounded very softly.
"Let's go, go back."
"Harry!"
The girl supporting him seemed unwilling to leave just like that. She refused to move her steps and called him softly.
Originally, with the boy's strength, he could easily pull away the girl who was supporting him, even if his injuries had not yet recovered. However, at the girl's soft call, he stopped turning around again, and his steps hesitated and stayed in place.
Then the girl started talking again, just holding his arm, and said seriously:
"Hermione must have been in the same mood as you these days... No, she must even be in more pain. But even so, she still chose to face 'him' again. What happened yesterday evening, Lupine and the others We have all said it before, and needless to say, that must be Hermione's decision after careful consideration... No matter what 'he' is like, at least Hermione is a good friend that we have never doubted, and this time, I think we also You should still believe her, right?"
The girl's words gradually settled down, and the surroundings became quiet again. The boy held the sword that never left his body upside down, pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.
Maybe he was thinking about something again, or maybe he had nothing to think about for a long time, and he just calmed down his mind for a while. Then the boy spoke again, looking at the tent over there and said in a daze:
"Is that... 'him', or in other words, which one is the real 'him'?"
"I don't know either." The girl shook her head, "Maybe Hermione already knows it! You know... she is so smart."