"sit down!"
Seeing Hermione walking in from the camp door, Maka stood up and pointed to a chair next to her. Immediately afterwards, he turned and walked towards the fireplace not far away, and took out the copper kettle from the stand with the flames licking the bottom.
"It seems that the temperature has started to cool down recently... By the way, I just made some tea. Let's have a cup to warm up together!"
Under Hermione's eyes that contained complex emotions, Maka still calmly filled the two empty tea cups with steaming tea. One cup was placed in front of the empty seat prepared for Hermione, and the other cup was held directly. He held it in his hand and blew the steaming water gently.
After Maka sat down again, he looked at Hermione, who was still standing a little further away, and signaled again:
"Sit down! Now that we're here, let's talk some more."
Hermione, who was standing at the other end of the table, still seemed hesitant, but as Maka said, since she's here, why should she hesitate any longer
With this thought, she finally put aside the many thoughts in her heart, walked over to Maka, took out the chair and sat down.
Then Hermione's nose twitched slightly, as if she smelled something, something familiar and nostalgic.
She was stunned for a moment, then picked up the cup and looked at it for a moment.
"It's Gordig root tea."
Hermione said subconsciously, touching her lips lightly, and the hot tea made it difficult for her to swallow. After hesitating for a moment, she put the tea cup down first.
Then, Hermione spoke again, turned to look at Maka's side face and said:
"Some things can't be explained to us, that's what we understand. But there's one thing I have to figure out - tell me, is 'the' one in Buckingham Palace... really you?"
After asking this question, she paused again, then frowned and said:
"You said yes, but you didn't know?"
After all, the Maka in front of her had just woken up from her "slumber", and before yesterday, the ice coffin had been parked in the Granger camp. Even just in case, Bill and Fleur would go to the tent where it was placed every day to observe and confirm it.
It is not difficult to imagine that if Maka has indeed been in a deep sleep, then his understanding of many things that happened during this period of time when he just woke up can be said to be almost zero.
Unfortunately, only Maka himself knows the specific facts.
"Um."
Seeing Hermione ask this, Maka, who was holding the tea cup in both hands, freed up a hand to scratch her head, her expression seemed a little confused as to where to start.
"Indeed," he said frankly after thinking about what to say, "If you want to ask if 'that' is me, I can only say that I can't be sure because I haven't seen him with my own eyes. Just But... to be honest, I think whether 'he' is me or not is not as important as you think!"
"What's the meaning?"
Hearing Maka say this, Hermione's brows couldn't help but frown even tighter.
"Don't worry, you will understand after you listen to what I say." Maka took a sip of the tea, then smiled gently at her and said, "I heard what Sarah and the others said yesterday, and I probably understand what you are saying. Worry. In the final analysis of this question, don't you just want to know whether I will make 'that' choice? And it is obvious that you cannot agree with the idea of the so-called 'new human being'."
Having said this, Maka paused slightly, and then nodded slightly as if confirming something.
"Yes, so if I really choose to do that, it would be equivalent to standing on the opposite side of you - in fact, it seems that such a thing did happen in Buckingham Palace? Well, this sounds... It is indeed terrible. .”
Seeing Maka frowning involuntarily when she said the last sentence, Hermione immediately brightened up.
"In other words, 'that' is not you?" She said excitedly, "Yes! If it were you Maka, how could you have such an idea? That's simply..."
"Hermione!" Maka pressed her shoulder, as if to calm her down, "Hermione, don't get excited... Didn't I say it before? Whether 'he' is me or not, it doesn't really matter."
After repeating this again, Maka saw that she still seemed a little obsessed with this, so she couldn't help but sigh and shook her head:
"What's more... to be honest, if it is really necessary, at least for me personally, it may not be impossible to make a choice like that."
"How is that possible! You...you are indeed not Maka!"
Suddenly, another figure appeared at the door of the camp, blocking half of the light coming in from outside. Another figure, who was probably holding his arm and eavesdropping together, was suddenly pulled by him and appeared there together, and his steps seemed very staggering.
But even against the light, Maka and Hermione in the tent could easily tell that it was Harry and Ginny who were here!
"If it were Maka, it would be impossible for him to agree to such an evil approach! It would destroy the world!" Harry said loudly to Maka inside, "What's more, you also killed his Sister! Right in front of us! This kind of thing... This kind of thing... I... "
As if he didn't know how to interpret the anger in his heart, Harry repeated a few words and simply raised the sword in his hand with a "swish" sound, pointing the sword's edge straight towards Maka.
"Hermione, come here! He is not Maka! Get away from him!"
On the other side, Hermione, who was suddenly caught in the middle, seemed to have completely lost her usual calmness. Although she stood up subconsciously after seeing Harry appear, she looked left and right, but she didn't know what to do.
"Harry."
Hermione made the decision to meet this time with great determination. After thinking about it all night, God knows how much effort she spent on it.
So even when Maka finally admitted just now that she might indeed become the "demon of Buckingham Palace" under certain certain conditions, she still suppressed the fear and uneasiness in her heart.
Because one thing is already obvious - if the Maca in Buckingham Palace is not Maca, and the Maca in front of you is not Maca, then where is the real Maca
Thinking about it this way, if these two are actually Maca, things make a little sense... Even if such a result is unacceptable to anyone.
But was Harry right? No, obviously not.
And at this moment, Maka, who was holding Gordig root tea, finally spoke again.
"Harry," he said with a smile, "even if you have to kill me with a sword, you're not in a hurry now, are you?"