Hermione didn't manage to talk to the mysterious trench-clad wizard for long.

Maybe it's because the other doesn't want to say much, or maybe it's because the two don't have a common language to hold a conversation. By the end of lunchtime, Hermione hadn't been able to find any useful words in the trench coat's fragmented and simple response.

Except for the first sentence, the wavering that the other party exposes when mentioning maca.

Half an hour after lunch, Maca sat in the high stands at the Quidditch pitch, watching Hermione practice flying in the arena while enjoying the peace of mind brought by the warm equinox.

Of course, the trench-robed wizard, who was accustomed to following him, also took a seat behind him at this moment.

"Whew-"

Looking at Hermione, who seemed to be a little ostentatious, passing by the stands at high speed, Maca couldn't help but laugh. The more times like this, the more he hopes that days like this can last forever.

It's a pity that some people may not agree with his idea.

“…… Do you like seasons like this? ”

Suddenly, Maca asked casually, and the one he asked was naturally the "new friend" sitting in the back, staring at the back of his head.

However, he soon heard the answer, though perhaps slightly different from what he had expected.

"I don't know."

"Really?" Maca nodded, "At least I like it...... I've always loved early spring, especially sunny mornings. I would sit on the roof outside the window, blowing the sea breeze and looking at the place where the sea and the sky met...... That can make me forget a lot of unpleasant things. ”

"I don't hate the sea."

As he was talking about the way, he suddenly heard the windbreaker wizard behind him also interject.

Although he was interrupted by the rest of the words, Maca didn't care, so he let go of some memories in his heart and said with a little curiosity:

"In that case, why didn't I see you go to the beach when I was on the island before?"

When the other party heard this, he seemed to be slightly silent, and after a few seconds, he said:

"Maybe it's because you've seen enough of it for a long time, right? And I just don't hate it, and I don't like it much. ”

Naturally, Maca couldn't understand this kind of headless words, but that didn't prevent him from being an ordinary listener.

After all, the so-called audience sometimes doesn't need to know much, it is enough for him to listen responsibly.

Not long after, while the two were talking aimlessly, Hermione, who had practiced a few back and forth on the court, took a spin and stopped lightly above the stands.

"Take a break?"

Maca raised her head slightly, her eyes narrowed a little to block out the somewhat dazzling midday sun.

Hermione, who was riding on a broomstick, shook her head when she heard this.

"No...... I just want to ask, when will the things out there be completely over? ”

Upon hearing her ask, Maca couldn't help but smile softly. Asking questions that she knew would not be answered was not Miss Granger's usual style—it was a bit of a suspicion that she was out of words.

"Fix it as quickly as possible!" As he spoke, he suddenly turned to say, "Hermione, do you need me to practice with you for a while?" As I think you're sure know, Quidditch is a team sport, and even Seekers need to work together. ”

If in the past, Maca offered to be a sparring partner, which might have been something Hermione couldn't ask for. Even if she didn't like Quidditch very much at the time, she would have picked up the broom and flew into the sky with Maca.

But today, Hermione shook her head again in surprise, and there was even a hint of determination on her face.

"No, no."

Then, as if she was hiding something, Maca pulled up the broomstick handle and turned around and flew high into the air, soon with only a small back.

"That's Miss Granger, isn't it?" The windbreaker wizard behind him said, "I think she should have a lot of things on her mind." ”

Maca was slightly stunned when she listened, and then said to herself:

In fact, everyone's heart is complicated, and there are things that cannot be told to others. Especially, when the goal in their hearts is entangled with hesitation. ”

"Wandering can be eliminated, right? Perhaps, if it were you, she would have said it. ”

"Well, maybe that's the case."

For the words of the person behind her, Maca unexpectedly gave affirmation.

"But," he added, "though I'm afraid it's just my 'arrogance,' I have to say that Hermione Granger is a strong girl, and no one has the right to restrain her, not even if she is cared for as an excuse." ”

At this point, he paused slightly.

"Of course, proper care is also necessary, after all, everyone gets tired at times—and it was she and another girl who told me that."

Remembering the "three-faceted meeting" in the Hogwarts library at that time, Maca had a bit of a headache.

And after hearing Maca's words, the trench-robed wizard sitting behind couldn't help but purse his lips secretly.

"'No one has the right to restrain her'...... Is it? ”

After a long silence, the other party looked at the outline of his back and thought silently:

“…… It's his respect for others that allows me to sit here safely and not worry about revealing my identity! ”

Maca was certainly not a "good man" as people often say, because even to the vile Helbo, he never felt that what the other party did was wrong;

But he is definitely not a villain, after all, even when he treats a stubborn girl, he always has a heart of respect.

"What an awkward guy."

……

When Maca and the trench coat wizard left, it was still Hermione who came to deliver it.

However, at a certain moment as she walked on the lawn of the forecourt to the school gate, Maca suddenly turned her head and saw a faint golden touch far above the Astronomical Tower.

Under the sunlight, a dazzling glow is reflected......

A few days later, Maca returned to school again, and this time he was no longer just two people.

On that day, he, old Victor, and old bishop came to the hillside near the school gate with a big guy wrapped in a huge canvas. Of course, the trench-clad wizard still followed him quietly, doing nothing, and saying nothing.

After Demaka waved his staff and lowered the object, which was almost as tall as a house, on the hillside grass, the old bishop, asking the Muggle men sent by the Queen of England, followed by a transport helicopter.

It seems that in order to deal with the big rock that is about to land, Maca really took a lot of painstaking work.

This time, it would be meaningful for Maca to temporarily return to Hogwarts Castle. The only regret is that he can't go back to the original office, and now he can only live in a guest room in the deputy fort with a few people with him.

As for the Muggles outside, although they felt a little sorry, they had to be wronged to set up a tent and burrow into sleeping bags.

"At least it won't be too cold at night for the next few days."

After dinner that day, Maca was finally reunited with his "old classmates", and everyone simply sat together at the long table in the auditorium.

Right now, he's playing the wizarding chess game with Ron that he invented.

"Fire Dragon, H3 enters H7 - Ron, don't just think about gathering the main force to attack the castle, the overall situation is much more important than the part."

"Giant, D9 advances four squares!" Ron gestured to the chessboard and said, "Hey, Maca, I'm not going to fool you...... Do you think that the power in my middle is too strong, and you are afraid that I will directly break through your defenses, right? ”

"Really?" Maca followed and glanced at him secretly, "I'll tell you the facts today, wizards can also be very powerful - wizards, G20 to H20!" ”

"What? Do you want to breach my castle with a single wizard? Ron immediately exclaimed, "How is this possible, have you forgotten that it takes three rounds for a wizard to attack the door?" ”

When Maca heard this, she immediately smiled proudly.

"There is no need to play this game anymore," he said, "and you will do the math yourself, how many non-combat pieces will you have to return to the castle gate in three rounds?" ”

"Uh......"

As Ron counted his steps, the little wizards around him burst out laughing unknowingly.

"Alright," Maca said, waving her hand, "this is your most promising set, but unfortunately, the three-game losing streak has already been decided - go back to your homework!" ”

Anyway, he was a professor not long ago, and he didn't let the big guys get together for too long. After herding everyone in the auditorium back to the common room, he turned around and walked outside the main door of the auditorium.

Because among the people who didn't come to the auditorium just now to gather to play, there were also Luna and Hermione.

Maca learned from Charlotte that Luna and Hermione usually practiced Quidditch in two periods each day.

If Hermione was before class in the afternoon, Luna would be after school in the afternoon, and then the two of them would go to occupy the entire venue together after dinner and homework.

In a short time, Maca arrived outside the Quidditch pitch in a sky full of stars, and then he saw two figures chasing each other in the sky.

In the night, it is not very clear, and it is only when the moon peeks out from behind the clouds that the silhouette of the two of them in rapid flight can be seen more clearly.

"Why don't you go up and fly for a while?"

Coldly, he heard a voice not far away from him. This time, it wasn't the trench coat wizard who had been running around with him lately, but Charlotte, who often sneaked over to admire Quidditch practice.

"Forget it!" As if she had known about her coming, Maca didn't look back, "I don't think they want me to bother right now!" ”

But how long can such days last?

https:

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Vertex mobile version reading website:m.