There was a slight breeze around Hogwarts today, mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, and the warmth on the cheeks seemed to be a little drunk.

The blades of grass in the vestibule swayed gently in the wind, shaking off the dew of the previous night.

With her hands behind her back, Maca walked step by step in front of the Blois father and daughter, letting the wind blow across her face and neck. He still seemed to have a faint smile on his face, and he probably looked quite pleasant.

It's just that the potion bottle containing the cursed substance that he extracted earlier is still in his hand now, and he doesn't seem to have the intention of putting it away immediately.

That's right, ever since Maca had come out of the auditorium with Willy, he had just walked around like this.

And when Maca didn't speak, Willy and Monsieur Blois didn't know whether to speak or not, even though they were now full of questions.

However, it was Monsieur Blois who loved his daughter, and after a moment of silence, he finally took the lead in speaking:

"Mr. McLean, Willy...... Are you okay already? ”

"Huh?" As if she had just noticed that he was behind her, Maca paused, then nodded, "Oh, yes! It's all right, and there won't be any accidents like the one before. ”

"Oh, that...... Thank you. ”

Blois subconsciously looked at the bottle in Maca's hand, and then bowed his head slightly and thanked him.

"No, no thanks, that's what I'm supposed to do."

Maca shook her head and smiled, as if she didn't want to talk anymore, but she didn't stop on her feet, and continued to wander aimlessly on the lawn.

After a while, Monsieur Blois could not help but say again:

"By the way, Mr. McLean, what are you going to do next?"

"What's next?" Hearing him ask again, Maca finally stopped, turned a little, and said, "Didn't you say that before?" There's something I'd like you to help me with......"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the blood-colored medicine bottle in his hand. Then, he pulled out an envelope with his name on it from his pocket, put the two together and handed it to Willy.

"Give it to someone you think would be more appropriate to have this power," Maka said, "whoever you think fits—after all, it's also stripped from your body." ”

"I ...... To choose? ”

Willie didn't refuse, and naturally took it, although she still had doubts in her heart.

"I don't know, who to give it to."

"Didn't I just say that? Whoever it is, I'll trust your choice – except, of course, me. Maca patted her on the shoulder and blinked, "It doesn't matter the time, you can take as long as you want, until you think you've found the right fit for it." ”

"I see," Willy nodded after hearing Maca's words, and said quietly, "If you want me to do this, I'll do it, is that okay?" ”

"Well, that's enough."

Maca nodded again, and then did not look at the thing that had already reached Willy's hand, but turned to herself and said:

"The letter is for the person you choose - you just give it to the other person as it is, and don't worry about anything else. Because from now on, it no longer belongs to you, just as it never belonged to me. ”

Before she could finish speaking, Maca walked forward carelessly, and only after Willy and Monsieur Blois had quickened a few steps to catch up with her, did she casually add:

"Willy, Monsieur Blois, stay with me for one more day today, and you will leave early tomorrow morning! Go to Beauxbatons, France, you ...... You can wait for me there. ”

"Will you leave tomorrow?" Willie couldn't help but say.

"Yes! Just tomorrow! Maca spread her hands and said, "I'd better start concentrating early and finish the rest of the work." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look left and right at the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts in the sun, and sighed slightly.

"Maybe at the end of the day, I'm not blessed to enjoy this kind of quiet time! From childhood to adulthood, from the 'past' to the present, it seems that all I have to do is a busy life. "But that's fine, at least I know I'm busy......"

He turned his head suddenly, as if to look at the Blois father and daughter, but it seemed that he was looking through them at other, more familiar figures.

“…… are all valuable. ”

In the last sentence, his tone was very affirmative.

……

At the moment, Hogwarts is still a three-person Hogwarts, very laid-back and quiet; But the Weymouth camp is the Weymouth camp of many people, and it is full of noise, discussion, confusion and unease.

Hermione and the others had been gone for days, and the Resistance League was being kept alive by Madame Maxim.

It's a pity that in the midst of pain and danger, what people can follow is only the tangible strength that is enough to resist the threat, rather than simply comfort and responsibility.

At this moment, perhaps that has been sitting in the camp, with a group of originals. Percy, who is stuck here, is relatively more reassuring than Maxim.

"Yes, that's right, that's it!"

Percy was standing on the training ground by the dock, watching as the group of friends each held an ancient magic card in a circle, practicing for the battle that would come at any time.

This was Hermione's suggestion before she decided to go to Winchester to find Maca - because she had organized such a simple formation to defend against the enemy in the first place, so the crowd. Members are obviously no strangers to this.

It's just that the plan that was originally intended to be launched in Birmingham has now decided to implement it in Weymouth first. This simple magic formation may not be very effective, but after replacing the old stone tablets with cards, it is still much better than regular wizard combat.

"Alright, let's take a break and try again later!"

Seeing that the drill was over, Percy clapped his hands and asked the big guy to rest on the spot. But as soon as he turned around, a look of sadness instantly appeared on his originally calm face.

After Hermione and the others left, he was actually the most anxious, because unlike the others, he knew where Hermione and the others went.

And as the days passed, Hermione and the others who were heading east did not come back at all, and even Percy knew how difficult it was to send back information in the dense area of the living corpses, and he could not relieve the worry in his heart.

Compared to this, the noise on the camp side and in the Resistance Alliance is not worth mentioning.

But it was in the moment of Percy's sad face that a faint wind whistled from the northern sky, and his heart jumped.