"What are you doing...... What's wrong? ”

As soon as he returned to St. Mungo's hospital room, Maca saw everyone except the trench coat wizard, including Ashley on the hospital bed, silently looking at her.

The glances were strange, with a subtle sense of firmness, as if they had already made some big decision.

Behind Maca, Harry, who was a little puzzled by the fact that he had been blocking the doorway, probed slightly, but when he found out that the ward was full of acquaintances, he was stunned.

"Oh, why are you all here? Shouldn't you-"

"Harry!"

The first to hold back was Ginny.

Although because of Hermione's previous words, everyone had an urge to fight hard for their future, so they wanted to discuss the future with Maca.

But as soon as she saw that her boyfriend, who had been waiting for a long time, finally appeared in front of her, Ginny still couldn't suppress the thoughts in her heart, and ran towards the door in a hurry.

"Oh," Hermione pursed her lips a little helplessly, "I can understand Ginny's feelings, but in that case, the conversation will be much less dynamic...... I don't know if we can get Maca to agree to our stay. ”

Of course, no matter how distressed Hermione was, at least Ginny was happy now.

Seeing the little girl running towards her, Maca consciously stood to the side, making room for the young couple Harry and Ginny.

Then he paced to an empty chair in the middle of the room, and sat down—he had just seen that the chair that was placed in the center of everyone's eyes was probably for him.

"Looks like you have something to say to me," Maka said, shrugging her shoulders, "do you disagree with my decision to send you all to the Burrow for refuge?" ”

Hermione looked at Maca, and after a moment of silence, suddenly said:

"Maka, we don't know much, but we can see that you're already under too much pressure. Maca, don't hold on any longer, there are obviously many things that cannot be borne by one person......"

Maca listened to Hermione's sincere words, and after a while, he nodded slightly.

But then, I heard him say:

"Hermione, didn't I tell you to think about your parents before making a decision? Have you really thought about it? ”

"Maca, you're being cunning," Hermione said with a slight grumbling remark, then turned on again, "but I've figured it out now. In fact, it's because of our parents, our families, that we have to stay and fight against Helpo's schemes, aren't we? ”

Hermione knew that there was no need to be too verbose with what she was talking to Marka, because she believed that Maca herself could understand what she was trying to convey from such a simple sentence.

And after seeing that Maca hesitated a little because of her words, she further said:

"Maka, I think you must have a plan - tell us about it! If...... I mean, if you really don't need our help to fix everything, we can go to the Burrow and wait for your good news. It's going to be a tough feeling, but if we know you're going to be okay, we can endure it. ”

As she spoke, Hermione shook her head suddenly, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

"But," she said, "if you're not sure at all, let's stay!" We're not just here to help you, we're also here for our families, for the wizarding world, and for our own future. ”

After hearing Hermione's words, Maca couldn't help but ponder for a moment again. This time, he spent a lot of time thinking about it, and finally shook his head slightly and said:

"Has anyone ever told you? Sometimes, you're really persuasive......"

"No, I don't think so," Hermione pouted, "at least, it's never easy to convince you, only this time thanks to Professor Dumbledore. ”

"Huh?"

Maca couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she heard her muttering, obviously a little confused by her mention of Professor Dumbledore here.

"Oh no, nothing." Hermione immediately smiled, "We just discussed what Professor Dumbledore would do if he were in this situation. ”

"Really?" Maca thought for a moment before waving her hand and saying, "Anyway, I already know what you mean...... So, at least let me think about it again! We'll all think about it all night, and we'll talk about it early tomorrow morning. ”

……

Before you know it, the sky is finally getting darker.

Perhaps in other parts of the world, the fall of night means that the day is about to pass. But in London, the foggy capital of the fog, I'm afraid no one can sleep peacefully.

Maybe it's just getting started.

Right now, Scrimgeour is speaking in the Ministry's Atrium Square, and his audience is all the members who are still working in the Ministry.

It must be said that the situation in London is indeed quite harsh this time, so much so that some of the Ministry of Magic employees have already secretly fled London.

Everyone could feel it, and that panic was no longer an illusion.

At present, most of the Auror and Dark Wizard strikers in the ministry have been dispatched, and at this moment, they are led by Kingsley, Sirius and others to fight against Helbo's men who are in turmoil in the city of London.

And even so, there is still a bit of a shortage of manpower.

For this reason, Scrimgeour knew that he had to step up and do something now, because if even the Ministry of Magic was disheartened, the entire British wizarding community would soon be semi-paralyzed.

As Hermione said, in this case, one's power is always limited. Because maintenance is always much more difficult than destruction, Helmo can be unscrupulous, but they have too much to take care of.

Not only the strength of Hermione and the others, but at this time, more people are needed to support them.

Of course, it may be because of Maca's previous strong actions that even if someone runs away out of fear, he doesn't dare to turn around and help Helbo do evil for the time being.

There is no doubt that this is a great help to the current dire situation.

“…… We are the British Ministry of Magic, and each and every one of us represents the dignity and glory of the vast number of British wizards! We were born on this land, we studied at Hogwarts, we worked at the Ministry of Magic, we had a family on this land - we can't live here, because this is our home! ”

"Now, now, now! Many of our colleagues are fighting heroically to resist the invasion and restore order, and in order to give them peace of mind, we should all do what we have to do as best we can! ”

"Just now, our colleagues from the Department of International Magical Cooperation have already contacted the Wizarding Federation, and I believe that the Federation will soon send support to assist us. So, please don't panic, I'll continue to persevere with you and in our respective positions—"

“…… In the end, we will surely usher in the dawn of victory! ”

Even though Scrimgeour was panicking to death at this moment, he still managed to make his speech impassioned. And I have to say, he did a good job this time - except for his dead face, which was always unable to make proper expressions, which looked somewhat rebellious.

However, there are obviously no fools who can stand here and listen to him, and they all look at the reality outside one by one.

There may be those who agree with Scrimgeur's speech, after all, a large part of what he said is true.

To be honest, the big guys are still more hesitant now.

Scrimgeour watched the witches and wizards below whispering, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, and subconsciously looked at the statue of Maca that the Muggle Queen had given him behind.

"McLean, don't you have the most ideas? Hurry up and think of a way! I don't know how long I can last if it goes on like this......"

But he didn't know that what Maca was most worried about now was not the turmoil in London at all. After all, compared to the "demon summoning" thing that Norman said, this mess is really not a big deal.

What's more, seeing that the "big stone" above his head was about to fall to the ground, if he hadn't been able to stop Helbo's actions before then, the two things would collide together, and Merlin could only sigh in his second life.

In St. Mungo's hospital room, Maca sat quietly in front of the window, drawing the curtains open. Although I knew that the night scene outside the window was completely an illusion created by a spell, it was at least much better to look at the brilliant lights under the night than to be in a daze in the room and staring at the ground.

And by the wall not far from him, the wizard in the trench coat was still silently looking at the book from before. Every now and then, she would raise her head and glance at the side of Maca's face, and the book in her hand often took a long time to turn a page.

As for the rest of the room, they didn't seem to have much of an appetite except for Luna, who was munching on a large apple.

"No matter what you want to do next, when you are full, you will have the strength to do things, right?" Luna touched Hermione's elbow and whispered, "So, when can we have dinner?" ”

"I'm not hungry, I can't really eat...... Uh," Hermione said, turning her head to look at her, and couldn't help herself, "aren't you eating?" ”

"It's just a pre-dinner fruit," Luna said, when she suddenly lowered her head and took a big bite, chewing as she went, "Would you like one too?" If you really can't eat, it can help you get an appetizer! ”

"Oh, no," Hermione hurriedly waved her hand, "I mean, not really. ”

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