McGonagall rode her bike in the direction of the restaurant, frowning slightly as she thought about her trip to Lodo.

I'm afraid this trip is unavoidable, and the most important thing is how to improve security, and he must not be recognized as Alex.

The opponent is too strong, and if he is recognized now, he doesn't need to say anything about revenge, and even his life is difficult to protect.

"Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of duck......s swims by" Amy sat in the back seat, singing a few ducks in a crisp voice, shaking happily with her hands open, and seemed to be in a good mood.

The ugly duckling lay in the basket, rolling from left to right and from right to left, rolling his eyes and looking loveless.

"Father, do I sing well?" Amy abruptly interrupted McGonagall's thoughts.

"Huh?" McGonagall paused for a moment, suddenly felt a little sorry, and smiled, "Well, Amy sings so nicely, and my father wants to hear another song." ”

"Okay, okay, then I'll sing the little girl who picks mushrooms." Amy nodded happily when she got the compliment, and then she sang: "The little girl who picks mushrooms, carrying a ......"

The crisp singing voice has a bit of a soft and glutinous feeling, melodious and beautiful, and McGonagall listens quietly, leaving all her worries behind for the time being.

In this kind of alone time with Amy, the little one can always make his mind feel at peace quickly, as if he has found a harbor.

The bike stopped outside the restaurant, and McGonagall picked up Amy and the ugly duckling, looked at the dark restaurant, and said strangely, "Why don't you turn on the lights?" Could it be that Barbara is already asleep? ”

"Is Sister Barbara a little piggy? Went to bed so early. Amy asked with a smile as she hugged the ugly duckling, who was still dizzy.

"Probably." McGonagall said with a smile, took out the key to open the door, opened the door and just wanted to enter, but suddenly found a black shadow lying on the door of the restaurant, which could be vaguely seen to be a figure.

"it!"

McGonagall was so frightened that she almost threw the door out of her hand, and in the dark dining room, a figure with scattered hair lay face down at the door of the restaurant, one hand forward, and pointed in the direction of the door, as if to say, "The murderer is ......"

"It's Sister Barbara! What's wrong with her? Amy crouched on the ground with the ugly duckling in her arms and asked nervously.

McGonagall reached out and turned on the light, and it was Barbara lying in the doorway, her left hand hanging down beside her, her right index finger outstretched, as if she had written something on the ground, her face pale and motionless.

"A murder scene?"

McGonagall was also inexplicably panicked when she saw this scene, and quickly bent down and put her fingers on Barbara's neck artery, her skin felt slightly cool to the touch, but she could still feel a faint pulse, so she was relieved, and she was relieved that she was not dead.

"There's a line here." Amy said, pointing to Barbara's hand.

McGonagall lifted Barbara's hand a little to the side, revealing a few words written in black charcoal: "Give me beef skewers......"

And after flipping Barbara's palm, there are traces of black charcoal left on the index finger.

"This girl...... It can't be starvation, right? McGonagall looked at Barbara with some absurdity, he had left her dinner in the cooler when she went out tonight, and because she seemed to be sleeping, he had written a note and pasted it at the kitchen door.

"So, Father, what should we do now?" Amy asked curiously, looking at McGonagall.

"Let's wake her up first." McGonagall turned Barbara over, then reached out and picked her up.

One meter fifty-five, flat chested, almost no weight in his arms, just like a child.

"System, help me scan her physical condition and find out what is wrong with her body." McGonagall stopped, stood under the door and said mentally to the system.

"The host does not have the authority to diagnose the condition at this time, please upgrade ...... as soon as possible" The voice of the system sounded.

"A diagnosis fee of 500 copper coins, can you do it?" McGonagall interrupted the system.

"Do!" The system's reply was not pretentious in the slightest.

"Ding! Detection complete! 500 Copper Coins have been deducted! The test report form has been generated, please check it! Soon, the voice of the system sounded again.

McGonagall placed Barbara on a nearby table and pored over the test report in her mind.

Barbara, 15 years old, gender: female; Strength: Level 7 Space Mage. Diagnosis: Severe hypoglycemia! Severe anemia! Seriously flat-chested! The rest of the indicators are normal.

"System, what the hell is your serious flat chest?" McGonagall almost thought she was dazzled, and couldn't help but complain.

"According to modern medical principles, severe flat chest is also a female disease, and if it cannot be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system said righteously.

"You can pull it." McGonagall rolled her eyes, and she didn't bother to continue to talk to the system, severe hypoglycemia + severe anemia, it is really not easy for Her Royal Highness a princess to raise this disease.

However, now that the condition has been diagnosed, McGonagall also has a bottom in her heart, at least it is not an incurable disease such as heart disease, tumor or cancer, and it should be no problem to replenish some sugar water and blood in the future.

McGonagall went into the kitchen and poured a cup of the Fountain of Life, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, and then helped Barbara to her feet and fed her a slow drink.

After a while, Barbara's pale face improved significantly, and she regained some blood, her originally weak breathing gradually accelerated, and her body recovered some temperature, no longer cold.

"Hmm...... Your Highness, where is this? Barbara opened her eyes slowly, and spoke weakly, then her eyes fell on McGonagall's face, and she was stunned for a moment when she looked at the face so close to her.

Barbara felt her body suddenly regain consciousness, and then felt the warm hands on her back, her eyes widened, her face flushed, and she stood up from the table with a pout.

As a result, the body that had just regained a little strength shook, and suddenly did not stand firmly, and fell directly into McGonagall's arms, and subconsciously wrapped her arms around McGonagall's neck, and her face was almost against his face.

"I said, I'm just saving you out of humanitarianism, you don't have to throw yourself into your arms like this, do you?" McGonagall still held the cup in her hands, her hands outstretched, and she looked at Barbara, who was holding his neck around his neck and almost putting her face on him, a little helpless.

For this kind of child who has not yet begun to develop, he really can't arouse the interest in that aspect.

Barbara's face was panicked, and she subconsciously let go of her hands, and then rubbed her face against McGonagall's chest all the way down, snapped, and knelt directly in front of McGonagall.