“…… April, I just went to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic and I overheard ......"

"It's going to be fine, we've got Mr. McLean!"

"That's right! And that Miss Hermione Granger, who is said to ......"

It was still the afternoon when the breeze was as soft as a lover's caress and the sun was like a mountain stream, and it was still a group of young people talking in the shade of the dappled trees.

Upstairs, on the edge of the carved window frame, a cold, delicate girl was stunned; Downstairs, in the shadow of another canopy, an invisible figure stood silently.

Everything seems to have never changed on the surface, and it seems as if every detail is different from "ever".

This time, Maca didn't bother the scene again, he just restrained his magic fluctuations and quietly walked through the winding streets a little farther away.

A moment later, near the central square, Maca, who was walking down the street, suddenly looked up. And the next moment he looked up, a large number of stone slabs flew up from the square in front of him, shooting out in all directions of the town.

"The time is right...... Then the next thing is to wait. ”

Although it was a little further to reach the square, Maca did not continue on, but suddenly turned a corner and entered an alley on the side of the road.

It wasn't long before he stood still in front of a house and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A man's inquiring voice soon rang out in the room.

"Sir, may you let me in and sit for a while? I'm a friend of Mr. McLean. ”

"McLean's friend?"

You can hear the man inside muttering as he steps on the wooden floor and walks this way. Then, the wooden door in front of Maca was finally opened.

“…… Are you alone? ”

It was a man with long white hair, probably because the hair was too thin and soft, and it was basically wrapped together one by one. And the clothes on the other party's body also look a little messy, although they are not actually dirty, but obviously not too flattering.

After the other party leaned out of his upper body and looked left and right, he opened the door and beckoned to Maca, who had already changed his appearance.

"Come in!"

Seeing this, Maca nodded her head, and then immediately followed the other party in.

"Remember to close the door for me."

"Of course."

At the same time, Maca flicked her backhand and closed the door with her hand.

……

"Sit down! It's not my house anyway, just sit there...... Want some tea? ”

"No, no, I'm not thirsty."

Afternoon tea is naturally a common occurrence in the UK. However, even if drinking tea is not just to quench thirst, even if Maca does have some free time now, it is a pity that he does not have the mood to relax by drinking tea.

When a person is in a bad mood, even if there are good tea leaves and sugar cubes, it will only be bitter in the mouth.

What's more, in the man's home in front of him, it is almost impossible to drink any serious tea...... Isn't it?

Marca looked around the living room for a moment, then walked over to the table by the window, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Sit down, Mr. Lovegood! If you're going to be there all the time, I'm not going to feel comfortable. ”

That's right, as Maca called him, the man's name was Xenophilius Lovegood, and he was Luna's father.

In fact, when Lupin counted and sorted out the list of evacuees, he had already told Marka that Luna's father was also among the people who had been evacuated from London.

It's just that she was afraid that Luna would worry, so Maca didn't tell her about it.

Merely...... Of course, there are too many of their acquaintances among the evacuees now, and a single Xenophilius will not change the overall situation much.

"You just said you were a friend of McLean?" Xenophilius didn't sit down, he still stood in the middle of the small living room, looked at Marka and said, "So, McKellen asked you to come over?" What did he ask you to come to me for? Is Luna in trouble? ”

"Oh no! That's not the case," said Maca, waving her hand, "Miss Lovegood is fine...... Well, at least so far. As for my words...... I did want to tell you something about Miss Lovegood, but I would just like to sit here for a while. ”

To be honest, Maca's statement is a bit subtle, and it's hard not to think about it.

However, Xenophilius was always a clumsy and kind man by nature.

He was very worried about his daughter, and he was eager to ask Marka about her daughter, Luna. But standing there staring at Maca like this was probably the most intense question he could think of.

And in the end, he was obviously staying in Spiral Town, but he didn't appear once, which naturally explains a lot of problems.

After all, Luna and Maca may not be easy to find, but isn't it easy to find Lupin, who has been working in the halls of the new Ministry of Magic?

"Mr. Lovegood, please sit down! McLean: He believes that you have always been a good father who is reasonable and respectful of his daughter's will, so he actually understands your anxious and uneasy mood right now. ”

"You...... What exactly are you here to talk to me about? ”

Xenophilius stared at him for a few more moments, then brushed his messy white hair and sat down across from him.

"Hmm...... How so? When Maca looked at him and asked, she couldn't help but tilt her head and think, "I think it's better to start with McLean!" As you may know, he has been very busy during this time, and has been running around desperately trying to deal with that ancient dark wizard. So this time, he had no choice but to let me meet you this face. ”

"And actually, McLean just wanted me to convey a sentence from me—"

When Maca said this, she couldn't help but pause slightly, and then continued:

"He said that no matter what happened, no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would do everything in his power to protect Miss Luna Lovegood."

Xenophilius pursed his lips, still looking uneasy. But after hearing Maca's words, he hesitated and hesitated, but finally nodded.

"I know, I believe him—"

At that moment, Xenophilius's mind may have flashed back to the days when Maca stayed at his house, or maybe Maca had made up for the spell analysis for his dead wife and Luna's mother.

But no matter what he thinks, what he thinks about in the end must be his daughter's figure.

"So, what else?"