After the rain, the island of St. Martins was a little fresher than before. The branches of leaves were still hung with unfinished drops of water, shining in the morning light. The island is not large, and the distant sea surface can be seen faintly without having to look out, and the breezes of the sea are sparkling and rippling.

It's just a pity that if it can be sunny this day, it will inevitably be a beautiful picture of the wind and the sun. But in recent days, the weather is either raining or on the way to rain. Even if the rain has just been stopped, the sky is still cloudy and hard to see.

At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking under this unpleasant gloomy sky, wanting to take a walk to adjust their uneasy feelings before the coming tomorrow.

The dirt road at the foot was muddy, but neither of them felt much. It can be seen that the muddy in their hearts is far more than this small rural dirt trail.

"Delphi?"

After walking for a long time and always keeping silent, some people still could not bear to break the more obscure atmosphere between the two.

"Huh." Delphi responded.

"Delphi," Hermione saw her respond, and then proceeded cautiously, "You... You seem to know much more about Maca than I did-it should have been like this since a long time ago. Of course, although I am curious and concerned, I also know that you and Maca don’t tell me and everyone, there must be a reason for you... To be honest, even if I can’t believe you completely, at least I still believe in Ma The choice of the card...so I don’t have to chase after you.

Speaking of which, Hermione paused for a moment, and Delphi saw it, but only gently hummed.

When Hermione heard it, she couldn't help but smile a bitter smile, then shook her head before continuing:

"But...Delphi, isn't there even one thing that can be said to me? For example, when you asked to go to London before, I remember you mentioned it at that time, you said Maca may be in London And now I think, since then, you seem to have got the guess about Maca being the Lord of the Living Corps?"

After saying this, there was a silence again. Delphi didn't say anything immediately. She just stopped and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and looked around.

There are two small villages on the island of St. Martins, one west and one east. The names of these two villages are also very simple. According to the topography, they are "low town" and "high town".

At this time, Hermione and Delphi were walking in the high town on the east side of the wasteland. There were some non-dense farms and houses on this side of the dirt road, and there were one or two small shops.

In recent days, there has been frequent rain, and the way out of the island has been lost. The villagers are nesting in their own homes, and naturally these shops have not opened.

Delphi caught a glimpse of a small broken bar on the side of the road. On the surface, it looked like a nearby residential house. It was only an old wooden signboard with wine glasses hanging under the eaves, which was not very obvious.

Looking through the window, you can see that the owner of this little bar is packing up some debris that was probably left by the noise of last night. It seems that the villagers in Gaozhen have nowhere to go these days, but this bar has more business than usual.

After a glance, Delphi turned to look at Hermione:

"Sit down and talk?"

"No need to disturb people?"

Hermione was hesitant. After all, she just picked the island as a place to negotiate with the lord of the corpse, and she always felt sorry for the Muggle residents on the island. In the event of a fight, these residents are probably the worst.

However, the wasteland on the east side of St Martins Island is flat and open, which is very suitable for the layout of large rune patterns. During these three days, she did not have much better choices.

However, after the first thought of not wanting to disturb the residents passed, Hermione's eyes glanced over the beer mug on the signboard, and somehow suddenly wanted to drink a full-bodied butter beer.

I don't know if there is.

Thinking about this, Hermione finally nodded and whispered:

"OK then!"

"Crack."

The small bar that had been closed early this morning opened the door to this special guest again. Delphi first stepped into the door and stepped on the old wooden floor, making a "creep" Softly.

"Confuse audio-visual--"

Before the barkeeper who was wiping the table spoke subconsciously, a confusion spell fell on him, and the Muggle boss with two moustache froze there.

Upon seeing Hermione coming in, he pursed his lips slightly, and then hesitated to say:

"Boss, do you have butter beer here?"

...

This little bar in the town on the island has no butter beer, which is quite natural. After all, this kind of drink can be made at home by itself, and the residents on the island are used to a slow-paced and hands-on life. The shops on the island, including this bar, have never been able to make it by themselves. thing.

Hermione and Delphi sat in the seat by the window, sipping their wines that they hadn't drunk, and they were quiet for a while.

Hermione is waiting, and Delphi seems to be waiting for something.

After a while, UU read books www.uukanshu. Only when com saw Delphi touched something close to his chest subconsciously, and then slightly lowered his eyes and said quietly:

"Miss Granger, I remember I said before that there are some things that I can’t say. I know that it may not be fair to you, after all, what is the purpose of your efforts these days? , I also see it in my eyes."

"It's okay," Hermione shook her head and put down the glass in her hand, and she smiled somewhat reluctantly. "It's like everyone didn't dare to call Voldemort's name before. At first, I thought it was people's. Fear-many people seem to think so. But in fact, Voldemort also studied the magic of the name, he put a spell on his name... this is probably the reason people started to avoid his name. The original reason. So you don’t want to say, at least I can understand."

Similar to this, there are actually many in the history of magic, so in the magic world, the word "confidential" often means more than the secret itself, which may hide the danger of losing life.

"At least you are definitely not malicious to me or to all of us, because you are Maca's friend." Hermione said at the end.

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