“…… I don't think it's a good habit to hide in the dark and eavesdrop! ”

When Delphi outside the cubicle said this, Maca was stunned at first, but then turned her head to look at Mr. Ghost beside her.

"Please."

He grinned and mouthed, then reached out to the door panel, motioning for the other party to go out and carry the pot for him - of course, it was probably the ghost who was discovered, and it was not a shirk of responsibility to let him come forward.

If this one hadn't suddenly appeared, and Maca was hiding here with bated breath, how could she be discovered by Delphi?

"Uh......"

Luckily, Mr. Sewer Ghost is an honest man...... Well, maybe maybe it's a "gentleman", after all, Maca looks like a girl now!

When he saw that "she" seemed to ask him to go out of the top tank with some pleading, although he hesitated for a moment, he finally nodded and floated out through the door panel.

Oh, Merlin testify! Maca didn't really make a "pleading" expression. Although he pretends to be Luna, he has not yet realized the idea of being a "cute girl"!

If anything, what was he thinking when he let the other person out...... It's something like "If you don't go out, I'll have to put a spell on you."

Of course, whatever Maca had to think at the moment was a trivial matter, and even he himself was quickly thrown aside. Because the next moment, he heard the ghost gentleman say apologetically outside:

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation...... In fact, this is my territory, as St. Mungo's therapists and many patients know! ”

"Even the Dean wouldn't say this is his territory, how dare you say-"

Delphi looked like a ghost, but in fact, he let go of his guard a lot.

Because in the wizarding world, ghosts have always been not rare, and even the wizarding world has opened an office dedicated to their placement, so that they can have a place to stay, so as not to scare others from time to time.

However, even the most terrifying ghosts are often harmless. At best, they can only yell at you and then scare the faint of heart with their "dead looks", nothing more.

It's just that the only and biggest specialty of the ghosts is probably to live long enough. If something they hear and remember, they may be able to tell it to your eighteen generations in the future.

So when Maca suddenly heard that Delphi was going to use the Oblivion Charm on the other party, he wasn't surprised at all.

“…… I'm a little sorry, but I'll have to use an Oblivion Charm on you. I think you should be able to understand that the content of my conversation with Miss Granger is actually very important, and I have to be cautious in this day and age. ”

"I'm a little sorry, too."

While Delphi spoke, Maca couldn't help but whisper this in her heart. At this time, he had already hidden his figure, and quietly walked to the door of the bathroom with Luna, who was wrapped in an invisibility cloak.

The door had been open since Hermione had been out there, and he obviously didn't need to think of a way to sneak out without opening the door.

"Oblivion? Oh no...... Don't use it, right? I promise I won't say half a word to anyone! What's more, if you accidentally delete a little more...... No, no, beautiful lady, please don't come! ”

"Don't worry, I'm skilled at the Oblivion Charm and won't delete too many ...... Forget it! ”

Delphi's last sentence had barely finished when a spell struck the other man's white body with precision. The Oblivion Curse, which directly applied to the spirit body, immediately shocked Mr. Ghost.

Seeing that the other party looked left and right blankly after being hit by the spell, Delphi finally nodded in satisfaction. By this time, Maca had already left with Luna.

……

Since Hermione was still the first to leave when she left, Maca had to sneak out of the bathroom in advance with the Immortal Hidden Elixir.

Thankfully, he managed to get back to the room before Hermione did, and put Luna in the bed that had been empty because of his departure.

"To tell you the truth, if I'm hungry, it's okay, but I've suffered you for the past two days."

Before Hermione could enter the door, Maca apologized while caressing Luna's hair and feeding her a few sips of water. Then, silently, he took out an unknown piece of paper and stuffed it into her pocket, and remained incognito and silently exited the room.

After the real appearance of St. Mungo, all this unchanged "appearance" made Maca finally able to let go of a certain part of the pressure in her heart and gently exhale a turbid breath.

It's a pity that although there is still a lot of time before the end of time rewind, the sound of "ticking" in his ears is still lingering, but this London city has no way to give him a relaxing time.

The fog was heavy, the streets were littered with traces of spells, and the sounds of battle could be heard in the distance.

It is not their wizards who have suffered the most in this city today, but the original masters of the city.

Maka looked at the streets and buildings in front of her that were covered by thick fog, couldn't help but close her eyes slightly, and whispered to herself:

That's why I often say that I'm not a philanthropic person...... Because when I encounter calamity, the first thing I think of is always only the few people I care about. ”

Yes, if only he could spend all his time and energy saving the city, instead of Luna alone. Even if it is not possible for a while, it will at least reduce the number of casualties in the city.

It's obvious.

But he didn't—he didn't choose the latter, he didn't choose the latter, but the selfish former. He was as timid as a mouse, and he didn't dare to face the reality of Luna's death, because half of it was Luna's death, and most of it was just the pain in his own heart.

Doesn't he know about these miserable scenes outside? Even if he couldn't see it, he could easily surmise it, but he subconsciously ignored the things that would condemn his conscience.

Now, Luna is probably fine, and he has no reason to shirk some responsibility. As he re-energized what was happening around him, a pressure that was very different from Luna's death suddenly fell on his shoulders.

"A few hours until dawn...... Can't do anything? ”

Maca never forgets that he is still "in the past", and everything he does as a time traveler will affect the future world to a greater or lesser extent.

So the best thing for him to do now is to find another place where no one is around—do research or sleep, and wait for the dawn to come.

However, what Maca needs most at the moment is obviously not rest, but to find a way to relieve the complexity and heaviness of her heart.

"What are you doing standing there, young man! Don't you want to die? ”

Coldly, Maca, who was walking on the side of the street, suddenly heard a deliberately suppressed voice coming from directly above him.

He then looked up and saw an old Muggle man talking to him in the second-floor window of the house facing the street.

"Come on! Don't wander the streets...... In the past two days, I have seen a lot of people die on the street for no apparent reason! If you don't want to die, come up! ”

When Maca heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned, and then nodded unconsciously.

When he walked from the alley on the side of the street to the back of the building, he soon found the staircase of the small apartment, and walked up the old staircase step by step.

"Come in!"

Those who can still let people into their homes during such a period are either big fools or great good people in Maca's eyes. Of course, there are still some malicious people who want to hit others......

As soon as he entered, he smelled a familiar smell - the air in the old man's house smelled of ink and paper in addition to the damp musty smell of old London neighborhoods.

This is after having a certain number of long-term collections, the smell of books will be accumulated.

Sure enough, when he arrived in the living room, he glanced at it casually, and saw that there were two large bookshelves in the room, which was probably a study, and it was already filled with old books, large and small.

"Sir...... Are you alone at home? ”

"Ahh......h Oh, yes! The old man bowed slightly, but soon waved his hand and said, "Sit down first!" If you're hungry, there's some crepes on the table, so you can eat them......"

"Oh, thank you."

Maca didn't refuse, sat down gently on the couch over there, and then picked up a piece of bread and took a bite. And while he was eating, the old man poured him a glass of water, and sat down opposite him.

"Young man, what are you walking down the street alone! Why not find a place to hide? The old man asked casually, "Just like I just said - there has been a mess outside these days, and you dare to wander the streets alone!" Don't you see a single figure on the street? ”

When Maca heard this, she thought about it and said:

"Actually...... I don't want to. It's just that my home was destroyed and I had nowhere to go - after two days of hiding in the rubble of the neighborhood, I was almost out of food and drink, so I wanted to come out and look for it. ”

He is naturally very good at telling nonsense, and if he finds a reason that can be improvised and pulls it up, no one can say that he is making up nonsense and deceiving people.

"Oh, really?" When the old man heard this, he immediately nodded again, "Then where did you come from this way?" Isn't there any danger? I've seen a lot of nervous guys in the past two days, picking people around with a little wooden stick, and they can still emit light......"

The old man babbled, but Maca seemed a little absent-minded. Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, his gaze moved slightly, and he glanced towards the room next to the study he had just seen.

The door was shut.

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