"There is nothing hard, not hard, I'm just doing what I think I should do-just complete a transaction, there is nothing to thank you for."

Safina's words were still so responsive.

However, everyone may be used to her attitude. Regardless of whether she was at odds with each other, or said ... maybe she really thought so? In short, everything she has done so far has brought almost irreplaceable help to everyone, and this is the truth.

"Miss Geoffin! Thank you anyway!" Harry continued earnestly.

Yes, after all, it's Harry. It's always been so serious about right and wrong. Perhaps it is because of his sincerity and no hesitation that his frankness makes people feel that there is no falsehood. No one will think that he is just pretending.

At this moment, even Safina could only pout, and waved a little impatiently at him:

"It's up to you! Thank you if you want to, no one is stopping you!"

After all, she picked up half a loaf of bread, dipped in the jam brought by Hannah and ate with her mouth.

And Safina ’s action was like a signal to start a meal. Everyone saw that they started to fill their stomachs.

The dinner was obviously not rich, and when it came, no one had the mind to prepare to eat. But now in this newly rebuilt burial dwelling, except the enemy outside is the enemy, in fact, it is no different from the deserted battlefield. Can be eaten and drank a bit, it is already very good.

"Oh, Hannah, this bottle of jam tastes good," Ron said aside, "I feel better than yesterday's bottle!"

"Thank you," Hannah nodded slightly. "But this bottle is not what I made. It is a product from the farm of McMillan's-we have been in contact since our ancestors. There are a few things to send, these jams have actually been in my bag for a long time. "

"Is it Ernie's?" Ron thought for a while, but couldn't help but scratch his head and sighed. "Speaking, the time to leave school is actually not as long as imagined. The memories of school, but it seems to have been It has become very old. "

"Yeah!" Harry remembered, and couldn't help but remember, "McMillan? I don't know how they are doing on the Change."

Because Ernie McMillan was once Maca's roommate, and Harry and they have always been very close to Maca, everyone remembers the Hitchpatch boy.

Even now Harry remembered that Ernie had invited Maca to his house for a dance at Christmas.

It is a pity that, as Ron said, after so many changes, the original memories are not far away, but now when I think about it, I find that it has gradually faded unknowingly.

Of course, it is just Harry who is now recalled because of mentioning McMillan. On the other side, Safina and others didn't have that much emotion.

In other words, since the deal with Maca has given Ursula a satisfying body, she has been feeling enough.

"Is it really that good in the past?"

Safina murmured a little while chewing the bread, but she didn't know she had the jam on her mouth, she looked cute.

"This kind of thing always varies from person to person." Sarah chuckled a little. "But, I think the past is better, isn't it? After all, everything we go through will eventually become the past 'of."

Of all the people present, she was the only one who was qualified to say that. Although she has lived so many years, it seems that most of them are just spending time.

"Perhaps!"

Safina froze, but did not refute. Seeing that she just hurriedly squeezed the remaining piece of bread into her mouth, then clapped her hands and stood up.

"Then what are you still procrastinating? Take a break early and you can get up early tomorrow! Clean up all the dead one day earlier, and the bad memories will be reduced by one day in the future, isn't it?"

So ambiguous, she immediately turned around and walked up the stairs, and she seemed to be ready to go to bed-because she had the men in charge of the defense and the one who contributed the most during the day, Hermione did not give She assigned the task of vigil.

"That's true," Harry shrugged, and speeded up his meals. "Hermione, you remember to rest early and don't be too late."

"Ok."

Hermione nodded casually, but her eyes were still staring at the manuscript papers in front of her. It seemed that she was still focusing on the design of the rune array proposed by Sarah.

Probably because of what Safina just said, everyone seems to be eating faster. After a while, everyone ended up the relatively shabby dinner one after another, except Ron, who was in charge of the vigil tonight, and went upstairs.

Ok! In fact, there is one exception, that is, Blois, which seems to have more contradictions in the heart recently.

"Sir, don't you ... go to rest?"

Honestly, Ron hasn't really been very good at dealing with Willie's father. This was the case in the past, and perhaps even more so now. Because there was Maca in the past, Blois has always been more face-saving, but now the situation is completely different.

"What am I resting so early?" Blois sat by the window, staring out into the night sky, faintly authentic, "I haven't participated in the battle during the day, I'm not tired."

It is difficult for people to put their attention on the surface when they say their inaction in such a grand manner. Just like Ron right now, the subconscious began to wonder if there was any cause for concern behind his behavior.

Of course ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It's definitely not Ron's style to ask directly ... or, in fact, he is really not used to talking with Blois.

"Oh."

Seeing him smile a little awkwardly, and then he turned his eyes to the world outside the window.

Thanks to Safina's hard work during the day, it is very quiet at night today. There was no hustle and bustle in the field of vision, which made people feel relieved. Even though the clouds were still gloomy and depressing, Ron's heart still raised a sense of inexplicable comfort.

Think about it, this is the burrow, his home. Although there are some places that are different from the past after being rebuilt, there are so many friends to accompany the guard, and the feeling of home has not actually been reduced much ... Probably!

Ron held up the tea cup and took a sip, letting that warmth run down his throat.

"Weasley, the night is still long ... tell me about McLean!"

Cold, Blois said.

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