The old butler and Mr. Blois had already gone to talk to Madame Maxime in the rector's office.

In order to be more efficient in the future, it is certainly not wrong to find a little more help. And if there is anyone here who speaks the most weighty and can speak the most to Madame Maxim, it is naturally the two of them.

However, Hermione, who had planned to follow the past, did not choose to participate in the conversation with Mrs. Maxim in the end.

At the same time, she was not with anyone else, but followed Safina to the other party's room alone.

"Miss Granger, huh? I know you—you're a classmate of Mr. McLean's. ”

After the two of them sat down, Larson, the maid who had returned first, made them a pot of tea, and then Safina was the first to speak.

After a short pause, I saw her continue:

"By the way, I know, you should be asking how I met Mr. McLean, right? Because you look ...... Seems to be looking for him? ”

Hermione listened to Safina's speculation, and when the other party was finished, she nodded slightly.

"Yes," she said, "I'm a classmate of Maca's, and I do have plans to look for him." It's just my personal business. And the ultimate goal of our collective action this time is to deal with Helbo - finding Maca is just a way to try to defeat Helbo. ”

What's more, in addition to looking for Maca, Willy, who had escaped from everyone inexplicably, was the object that the friends were most worried about at present.

Of course, Hermione didn't go out of her way to explain this.

On the other side, Safina listened to Hermione's words, and immediately nodded and said:

"Alright! But I still have to say it...... That's right, we just met Mr. McLean, and he saved my sister and me's lives and protected our hometown. You know, we were even strangers to him before that. ”

Saying this, she suddenly paused again and said:

"Still, if you're trying to find out from me where Mr. McLean is, unfortunately I can't give you a definite answer."

Having said that, Safina didn't hide much from Hermione, and naturally told Hermione the whole story of her and Maca's separation......

"Wait!"

Before Safina could finish speaking, Hermione, who was on the way, suddenly interrupted her narration and said with a surprised face:

"Are you a descendant of Gerofin? Your sister is a prophet of this generation? Oh, I read in a book that your ancestors were just as famous in the Muggle world! ”

"Well, that's right, and I've been proud of it since I was a kid." Safina nodded, "But obviously, in the current situation, prophecy or something will only make people feel more and more confused. ”

For Safina's words, Hermione could only shrug her shoulders slightly and smiled noncommittally.

I remember when I was still in school at Hogwarts, Hermione didn't like divination classes very much, and naturally she was even more disdainful of things like "prophecy".

However, after all that has happened, and having seen Trelawney make true predictions, she seems to believe more and more in this rather inexplicable thing.

But for now, it was clear that she wasn't interrupting Safina for the sake of that.

"Miss, I remember you just said that Maca was with your sister before she separated from you?" Hermione said, "I don't know, is your sister coming to Beauxbatons too?" I'd like to see her—your sister should know more about being the last person to see Maka and a prophet, right? ”

"You want to see Ursula?" Safina hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head and said, "No, actually, Ursula is not in great shape at the moment. I just hope that she can rest quietly these days! So, if you have any questions, just ask me, but Ursula, please don't bother her. ”

Safina said it very earnestly, which made Hermione a little unwilling, but she was embarrassed to ask to see the other party's sister again.

After a moment of silence, Hermione watched as Safina on the other side reached out and flicked her hand on the mask, and then temporarily removed the lower part of the mask.

Then, she picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

But Hermione didn't bother to go up and what to drink. Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to say anything more, she hesitated for a moment, then stood up and planned to leave.

But at this moment, the two saw Ms. Larson, who had just poured tea for them, and suddenly opened the door from a certain room on the inside and walked out.

"Miss Granger, Miss knows you're going to see her, so please come over and talk about it."

"Ursula?"

Safina was slightly stunned when she heard this, and when she saw Hermione turning her head to look at herself at this time, she had to nod slowly at the other party - since her sister said it, where did she have a reason to stop it?

"Please—"

Larsson pulled the door open a little more before reaching out to Hermione.

"Thank you."

Hermione bowed slightly, then thought, as she entered the room.

"Miss Granger, first of all, please forgive me for not being able to meet you for who you really are—trust me, this will make our conversation a little smoother......"

Upon entering the room, Hermione saw the bed covered in a curtain at first glance. The gauze tents were layered on top of each other, covering Ursula on the bed so tightly that Hermione couldn't see what was inside.

However, compared to the original in the Norwegian Royal Palace...... Or rather, it was noticeably brighter than Ursula's previous room—the windows were wide open, and the wind from outside poured in and swayed softly through the windows.

It can be said that although Maca is like a temporary passerby in Ursula's life, it really brought a very big change to her.

Now, Ursula, at least when others come to her room, they don't have an eerie feeling.

"Miss," Hermione nodded, standing in front of the bed, "of course, if you wish to talk like that, I don't have a problem. Because I just want to know if Maca is really in the UK at the moment, as well as ...... Miss, Safina told me that you are a prophet, so ...... I wonder if I could ask you to prophesy for me? ”

Hermione said, staring straight at the curtain on the bed, as if trying to see through it.

In the gauze tent, Ursula groaned slightly.

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