Ron suddenly felt that this "secret mission" of Maca was becoming more and more difficult to complete!

Not to mention who is more suspicious than whom, he wants to suspect everyone now, but everyone can't find any suspicion. After thinking about it too much, his head became a mess, and he was about to start doubting himself.

Oh, yes! What if Helbo's old bastard's control magic was so latent that even the victim himself couldn't even notice it?

"Well, hopefully that's what I'm thinking too much!"

Looking at Harry and Ginny, who were hugging each other in front of them, Ron muttered to himself at the back of the crowd. Although he was clapping vigorously like everyone else, he felt a little absent-minded no matter how he looked at it.

That's right, Harry and Ginny were able to make it clear, and they were emotionally closer, and Ron was naturally happy for them.

But he really couldn't be happy right now!

As Ron muttered to himself, a pair of eyes moved away from Ginny and wandered around the crowd, but Hermione on the other side glanced at him inexplicably.

Then, Hermione waved her hand at the people around her, and said in a loud voice:

"Okay, okay, if you want to give them some blessings, you can wait for breakfast. As for now, I think we'd better get breakfast ready earlier! ”

After all, these people are here to help make breakfast, not to make a fool, if they delay a little longer, the other evacuees may have to come over to receive the meal!

And it was at this moment that Hermione suddenly saw several figures crackling in a corner of the clearing.

"Today's fruits and vegetables have arrived! Come on, let go"

Then I saw the witches and wizards carrying suitcases, walking through the crowd and running straight behind the long table where the meal was prepared.

"Miss Granger, here's the vegetables...... Oh, and remember to save a lunch sandwich and dinner salad! ”

"Okay, thank you guys."

"Where it's hard, it's just a trip to pick up a suitcase...... Alas, if I hadn't been very good at food spells, I'd like to help you share some of it! You've worked hard......"

"How could it be that everyone could eat what we made, and we were all very happy! I don't feel hard at all. ”

Hermione took the suitcase from the other person's hand, and while chatting a few words, she subconsciously glanced at the other person's face.

This enthusiastic-speaking male wizard was originally a staff member of the Ministry of Magic.

According to Kingsley, the other party is a very good elite-level dark wizard striker, who has participated in various actions against dark wizards and black magic in the past ten years, and has personally captured many dangerous dark wizards.

However, in this London fog, half of his face, even one eye and one ear were irreversibly damaged, and his leg was also lame, and he could no longer participate in combat missions.

If he can live until this disaster is over, getting a gold Galleon as a bonus and retiring should be the best destination for him in the eyes of others, right?

Well, as for whether he will feel relieved about this ending in his heart, no one knows.

"Okay, then I'll go back to the tent and rest for a while, and then come back and taste Miss Granger's handiwork!"

Watching the back limp away slowly, and soon blend into the crowd and disappear without a trace, Hermione couldn't help but sigh secretly while feeling sorry for the other party.

In fact, among those unfortunate people who had faced the mad wizard in the first place, this elite striker just now was lucky. Because at that time, everyone still didn't know much about those crazy people, and the vast majority of the people who were attacked by them in the first place were already dead.

And this striker, although he has been badly damaged, is at least alive, isn't he?

Perhaps that's why he's still optimistic enough even after his injuries have barely healed, at least on the surface.

"Alice, are all the sesame seeds ground?"

Putting the thought of the catastrophe aside, Hermione stopped waving her wand and let a row of sausages land into the basket next to it with blotting paper. Immediately after, she asked the girl not far away.

It must be said that the girl who was brought by Maca was really a very well-behaved girl, and she almost did whatever others told her to do. And as long as she is kind to her, she will also silently express her gratitude with actions.

The only downside is that she doesn't talk much, and most of the time she only nods and shakes her head to answer questions. Sometimes, it can be confusing what she is trying to say.

Hearing Hermione's inquiry, Alice raised her head slightly, then nodded her head slightly.

"Here."

She nudged the small pot of sesame powder she had in her hand towards Hermione, geding.

"Oh, okay!"

Hermione's wand flicked the little basin in front of her, but her gaze lingered on Alice for a moment before quietly looking away.

……

While Hermione was doing something, Ron was actually glancing over to her from time to time. He pondered that if he were Helbo, he would definitely pick a smart man to attack.

However, he seemed to have ruled out the possibility of Hermione for the time being last night, and at this moment, he just didn't skip Hermione because he didn't want to miss anything suspicious.

So, after occasionally sneaking a peek at Hermione, he had begun to focus most of his attention on observing Hannah Abbott.

Speaking of Neville's girlfriend, I have to mention that Luna and the two of them are actually somewhat similar in personality, and they have always been good friends at school.

It's just that compared to Luna's demure and sometimes out-of-the-box impermanence, although Hannah is always a little careless in doing things, she has always been a very low-key girl.

Well, to put it bluntly, it's inconspicuous.

But because of this, she seems to be one of the best choices for Helpo's spy.

At this moment, Hannah was making fruit pudding with Mr. Flolin, the owner of the Diagon Alley cold drink shop, without noticing that a pair of eyes were passing over her side again and again.

"Hmm"

After a few moments, Ron put down what he was doing and scratched his scalp vigorously.

"It's not like a spy at all...... Oops, how can I find this! ”

But he didn't notice that when he forgot to look at Hermione, Hermione turned her head to look in his direction.