“…… You're saying that there really are so many independent elves out there? It's true? Are you sure? ”

When Maca told Hermione about the situation on Rowena's secret island, three "real" popped out of her mouth, and the excitement from her heart was immediately revealed.

There was no doubt that Hermione was a kind girl.

After learning about the abnormal situation of contemporary house-elves, she often thinks about how to improve their unreasonable lives.

No, even if it's difficult, at least make their working conditions more reasonable – every worker has the right to a minimum salary and holidays!

However, it was up to the poor house-elves to understand this for themselves. Otherwise, no matter how hard others try, they may not be able to get the best results.

Thus, the House Elf Spiritual Liberation Association came into being.

"There are indeed a large group of them on that island, and as far as I can see, there must be hundreds...... No, I think it's probably more than that! ”

Maca vaguely remembers that when he first left the island, he saw a large area on the island's beach. Not to mention anything else, in terms of combat power alone, it is very impressive.

"It's definitely too late these days...... Next week! I'll send you over next week to meet them......" he thought for a moment, "those elves don't speak English, and I'm sure I'll have to be a translator then." But listening to the elf elder, regardless of the type of language, they can understand the general meaning of our words...... Maybe it's a talent of theirs! ”

"Elves are amazing!" Hermione immediately sighed.

"Oh - with Maca's help this time, her activities are probably going to get bigger and bigger!" Ron leaned next to Harry and muttered quietly, "By the way, how many of her 'sees' badges have been made?" ”

"Who knows?" Harry shrugged his shoulders and said, "I just remember last time her Duke Honey candy jar was almost full......"

"Candy jars? The kind of honey candy? Ron said curiously.

Harry shook his head vigorously and rolled his eyes, "No, it's a jar of chocolate balls filled with strawberry custard - remember last Christmas?" It's the Honey Duke's ...... of the added value tank."

"Oh, Merlin's stinky socks!" Ron slapped himself on the forehead.

“…… But I have to warn you not to talk to the elves about their salaries, they are here to help humans because of their interest. If you don't want them to refuse to talk to you, you have to keep their principles in mind – and I've learned that when I talk to them! ”

……

After dinner, Maca said goodbye to Hermione and the others, and walked down the stairs to the second-floor school hospital. He really wanted to know more about what Joshua had encountered before.

"Tuk Tuk"

After he knocked politely and softly on the door of the school hospital, the door opened from the inside in a few moments.

"McLean, I let Minerva inform you at noon, why are you here now?" Madam Pomfrey said with a little dissatisfaction, "Visiting the sick at night is not good for them to rest......

"Didn't I just come back?" Maca smiled apologetically, "By the way, how is that Miss Schoon?" Has Professor Snape's antidote been concocted? ”

"It should be soon, I guess it's just these two days!" Madam Pomfrey apparently knew all about the work, and she replied without thinking.

"Oh, really?" Maca nodded knowingly, "Since that's the case, then I'll take a look later......"

"Just think about it yourself! Aren't you going to visit the sick? Now, come on in! Madam Pomfrey didn't care what he said, and immediately urged, "Give you fifteen minutes, and not a second will be more." ”

"Oh-please, can't you have more?" Maca spread her hands and bargained.

Madam Pomfrey, however, didn't eat him. I saw that she took out a pocket watch, opened the cover and glanced at it, and her movements were simply neat.

"Are you sure you won't go in? Fourteen minutes and forty-nine seconds left......"

"Okay, okay! I see—"

Maca immediately raised her hands in surrender, and then walked to the hospital room with a helpless face.

The room was as quiet as ever, except for Helen, who was still lying on the bed separated by a curtain, except for Joshua, who had a stiff expression and was lying on his back.

Of course, this is a ward after all, and fewer people is a good thing.

As Maca passed Helen's bed, he lifted the curtain and took a look. Helen inside was still lying under the covers with a haggard face, and her breath was a little weak, but it was still stable.

"Joshua?"

Maca came to another hospital bed not far away and called out.

Mike ...... Ryan ......" Joshua, who was a little dazed in his sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and then hurriedly turned over and sat up, "McLean! I...... I'm in trouble...... No, it's not me, it's Zoe...... Zoe has something to ......"

"Don't be nervous, just take your time." Maca sat down on a stool on a high stool next to the hospital bed and waved her hand casually, "Also, who is Zoe?" ”

"I'm in my master's ......," Joshua said, and suddenly another pause, "no, he's not my master anymore...... Lennie, his name is Lennie - I met Zoe at his estate, a woman who was captured by Lennie. ”

"Lenny?"

Maca thought about it and realized that she didn't have any special impression of the name. The wizard named Lenny was supposed to be Greenwald's old henchman, but he was apparently not exposed to the public eye at first.

"And then? Zoe...... What's wrong with her? Maca motioned for him to continue.

"I ...... I wanted to get her out, and I felt like I could pull my own power...... However, I seem to have lost control on the spot......" Joshua regretted, "I don't know what happened next, but Zoe must still be in that manor!" I think...... I want to ......"

In the end, the cowardly boy began to vomit again, apparently not daring to say what he said casually.

Maca looked at him for a while, then smiled thoughtfully and asked coldly, "Isn't that woman named Zoe very beautiful?" ”

"Yes, I've never seen anything like her—oh no, it's not—" Joshua, who was full of confusion, subconsciously told the truth from the bottom of his heart as he asked casually.

"Alright," Maca gestured, "you want me to save her, don't you?" Of course, that's fine, because I'm going to go there and it's not a big deal to get her back by the way. But I have to warn you, it's hard to say what she's like right now, and you have to be mentally prepared. ”

“…… Be...... Is it too late? When Joshua heard this, his face turned white.

"It's too late, I can't say. But since your old master will take her back, and haven't disposed of her immediately, it means that there is still a need to spare her life. After a moment's thought, Maka quickly deduced some possibilities, "Maybe it's because the Dementor Mind Technique isn't working well, or maybe it's some other use...... In short, as long as the woman named Zoe is smart enough, there may be a rescue. ”

After Maca's casual analysis, Joshua's face finally looked better. He still has a great impression of Zoe, but judging from his kind of character, it is really difficult to say how much this favor occupies in his heart.

"That's—"

"I'll get over when I'm ready," Maka said, "but before you do, you'll have to tell me where the manor is, and what the manor is defended for." Although his silent people do not pose much of a threat to me, it is the United States after all, and it is inconvenient for me to make too much noise there. ”

That being said, the United States itself is already chaotic enough at the moment, and there are not many more of him.

"Okay, I'll ...... it"

After Joshua told everything he knew, Maca thought to herself for a while.

Truth be told, it's not hard to come up with a targeted plan, it's hard to take into account the reaction that the Magical Congress of America will have.

In their own position, they can find that sometimes the so-called "good" forces will inevitably have more scruples. It is always more difficult to create and maintain than to destroy.

Maca sat on the round stool and pondered for a moment before continuing to speak.

“…… I generally understand what you said. He nodded and said, "I'll be over tonight, and I'll be back tomorrow...... In the meantime, just lie in bed and wait! ”

Speaking of this, Maca seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled.

“…… You're Madam Pomfrey's patient now! Here, no one dares to tell you what to do," he joked, "including yourself!" ”

With that, he stood up, dusted off his robe, and headed for the door of the ward.

It's just that at the moment before leaving the ward, his sleeve shook slightly inadvertently, and a small black shadow quietly fell from the sleeve, and disappeared under the bed by the door in a blink of an eye.

“…… The time was quite accurate. ”

Just as Maca walked out with natural steps, Madam Pomfrey on the other side of the corridor opened her pocket watch and glanced at the time, muttering a little.

Before the words fell, with a "bang" sound, the torches in the corridor began to go out one by one - the lights out time of the school hospital was just here.

Not long after, in the corridor that gradually became darker, another oil lamp was lit. Madam Pomfrey gently plucked it from the end of the hallway and carried it slowly towards her office.

Night has fallen again.