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"Okay, that's it ... The refuge on the wizard's side is in Calais, France, opposite the Dover Strait. There is a family wizard in Blois Fort on the port side to take over. For an hour, I will take your father with a flying broom. "

The deformation and shock in the process of using the phantom manifestation spell will obviously place a great burden on people with poor physical conditions, even if they are hiding in the space superimposed by the invisible stretch spell.

Hermione said as she fastened the drawstring of her handbag:

"By the time I get to the port of Calais, it should be completely dark, and there is still a lot of work to do ... let's go! I can't delay any more."

After seeing her finish, she hung the beaded handbag on her body, then picked up the broom and walked to the window. The witch showing gratitude suddenly hesitated, and finally couldn't help but say:

"Wait! Miss Granger ... I think there's one more thing I need to tell you."

"what's up?"

Hermione heard that her hand, which had just opened the curtains, was immediately heeded.

"Actually ... Gary came to me just now." The other side hesitated behind her.

"Garry?"

"It's my eldest nephew-you've seen it before."

With what he said, Hermione understood immediately.

Yes, what the other person said should be the guy who was always hostile to them. The original guy's name was "Garry".

just……

"Isn't he taken to the evacuation site with his family long ago? Is it because he can't rest assured, so he ran back alone?"

"It should be like this," the witch nodded. "The kid came over and visited his grandfather once, and then left again ... But although he only said that he was watching his grandfather, I found out later , He secretly took away his grandfather's wand. "

"Ok?"

Hermione frowned when she heard it.

"Shouldn't all your wands be seized? They should have searched upstairs--"

"Miss Granger, don't get me wrong! I didn't have the idea of ​​hiding the wand!" The other person quickly shook his head and said, "His grandfather's wand has been damaged in the battle in London. Even if he can still cast a spell, There is no power, and even accidentally you may hurt yourself ... "

The other was talking, Hermione suddenly remembered the report from the previous Muggle liaison officer. So, most of the wizard who fled west was Gary?

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Because, Gary, he ... I think the child probably wanted to go to Haierbo. He grew up listening to the story of his grandfather, and has always admired the grandfather who was locked in Azkaban ... … After his grandpa returned, he also learned a lot of black magic with his grandpa. "

"Does he want to ask Haierbo to heal his grandpa?" Hermione thought for a moment, frowning again.

However, she soon laughed bitterly at the other side.

"No, I think he wants to be a 'real' black wizard!" Sighed the man who had also been addicted to black magic, "In fact, after his father returned from a serious injury in the fog of London, My brother and I are very scared. We are all family members, and that Haierbo ... is obviously completely different from what we imagined! "

"But when my brother and I no longer wanted to be a black wizard, the seriously injured father not only did not hate Haierbo who hurt him so much, but even when he was unconscious in bed. It's been saying ... that Haierbo is a 'real black wizard', a 'black wizard greater than the Dark Lord'. "

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help but gently press on her beaded handbag—who would say such a word, was it really worth her to travel back and forth like this?

"That said, your nephew, Gary, ... have the same thoughts as his grandpa?"

"At least I think so."

After nodding slightly, the other side looked at Hermione's hand on the waist:

"Relax! Father, he can't live long anyway. Even if he can persist for a few more days, it will not cause any trouble to you anymore! As for Gary's child ... if he doesn't see the reality early, Even if he is arrested this time, sooner or later he will end up with his grandfather because of his extreme ideas! "

"But after all--"

Hermione probably wanted to say "he is still young" after all, but then thought that the boy named "Gerry" was actually a year or two younger than her at most. Thinking of this, her words never seemed to come out.

Yes, everyone is in a state of self-care in this disaster today. If you can't take responsibility for your actions and decisions, others will be overwhelmed even if they want to help him.

When Hermione's mind was erratic, she suddenly saw the other person who was also silent:

"Miss Granger, is the respondent at the port of Calais, isn't it? I'll go there first ... my father's transfer, I'll take care of you!"

When the words didn't end, I saw the other party took the door key brought by Hermione, and then disappeared as soon as the space was closed.

"Forget it ... even his family said so, what other reason do I have to go about?"

Such a thought passed by in Hermione's heart secretly, and she seemed unwilling to waste any more time. She immediately opened the window with a bang, and rushed out on the flying broom.

The sun on the west side has been half covered by the mist like mountains ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But the afterglow of the setting sun is still extremely bright. After a few more glances at the beautiful sight, Hermione was about to turn around and accelerate towards the strait.

But she just dropped her head, but she turned back staggeringly, and flew towards the western fog.

"The potion is plenty, and there are spares ..." Hermione waved her fist gently in the air and whispered to herself, "'Garry', right? There is something wrong with your mind It ’s not the first time I've met, guy ... It's okay to be confused, I will use your fists to keep you awake! "

If in the past few years, Hermione has behaved a lot like miraculous imitation of Maca, then this decision may be the result of her own thoughts.

It was like ... Miss Hermione Granger, who had always wanted to punch Malfoy's face.

As Hermione was flying at high speed in the direction of the setting sun, a figure was buried on the road between Faversham and Sitburn.

"... Maca ... McLean."