Luna was sitting in a daze in front of the ice coffin.

Because everyone is busy today, no one is bothering her in a daze. This is good, because she is taking more time to stay a while, thinking about things indiscriminately based on her instincts.

For example, she would like to know what Maca is doing and thinking, and when she sees each other again soon, what should she say specifically.

For another example, she also wants to know if she has some responsibilities, and she should do something that she didn't actually want to do.

Luna is not Hermione, and usually does not make many rigorous plans for her actions, even thinking differently from ordinary people. She just pondered her instincts and then came to a conclusion.

"Maka...what would she do if she were a mother?" Luna reached out and gently flicked the frost on the ice coffin, looked at the lost figure inside, muttered, "I I feel that my mother should only tell me that these are small things... because my mother always thinks that only doing research is the real big thing."

Luna is actually very clear that her mother who died early is not a great genius witch, just like she has always understood that the father who wrote "Singing Contrary" is not always correct.

But she would rather believe every article of her father, because her father wanted her to believe. Therefore, when she saw Maca, who became a demon and a corpse master, sitting in front of herself with a deliberately strange gesture, she also decided to continue to believe in Maca, and even hope that Hermione would also believe it. .

In this way, my father will be happy, Maca...should I be happy too?

"what--"

Stroking the ice coffin made the palms cooler, Luna withdrew her hands and sighed. But her eyes didn't move, and she stayed on the ice surface that had been wiped away with frost marks, and looked warmly through the ice head.

The eyes did not melt the ice coffin, but the ice coffin melted her heart.

After a long gaze, the small piece of ice was covered with frost again, covering the side face in the ice coffin. Then with a series of slightly messy footsteps, the tent curtains lifted, and Hermione and others came in from the outside.

"Luna?"

Because I was confirmed by Luna on St. Martins Island before, everyone no longer pays attention to this ice coffin, but I did not expect Luna to come here and stare at it to start stupefying.

"Hermione."

Luna turned her head, and Hermione and others walked into the tent with a light smile.

"I kind of missed Dad... what about you?"

My home was destroyed, and my hometown was destroyed, but at least a lot of family members were still there. Even the Weasleys who lost Percy knew that as long as there was a family alive, it was their motivation to persevere.

Of course, Hermione is no different.

"I think too," Hermione nodded. "I have taken the time to ask Professor Lu Ping that they are doing well. At least for the time being, there is no danger."

When Luna heard it, she couldn't help but nodded slightly, but then turned around again, a little bit without a head and a tail:

"Maca is also our family."

"Uh, um, yes!"

Hermione was stunned, wondering why Luna suddenly said that, what exactly did it mean. But she wouldn't feel wrong about this statement alone.

After thinking about it, she felt that she had understood Luna's thoughts, and immediately nodded:

"Yes, Maca will definitely make it clear to us afterwards."

After that, she reached out and lifted Luna from the ground, and took her to the chair next to her to sit down.

"Don't get too close, the ice coffin is too cold."

After saying this, Hermione walked in with the other friends who came with her, and it seemed that she had to get together again to discuss the plan.

Luna didn't say anything, but just sat there and watched Hermione discuss with everyone, opened her mouth several times, but didn't really speak.

In the end, she stopped looking at everyone who was planning to return to the UK, but just returned her gaze to the ice coffin not far away.

It was still covered with frost and covered with cold air, so that people could not see what it was inside. But Luna seemed to be able to see the figure, with a more familiar calm on the familiar face.

It's like saying, it doesn't matter, don't care.

...

On the west coast of Denmark, a tall figure stood on a rocky coast. This figure is as black, generally strong, and magnificent as the "greed" incarnate by Maca, and its appearance is not the same, but it is almost the same.

The only difference is that he is missing an arm.

Of course, if it's just one arm, it doesn't matter much to him, even if there is not much difference in strength.

Because he is Haierbo, the mean Haierbo, he never thinks that the pure combat ability is all the strength. Even if it is just the ability to fight, few people can match it in this era.

However, during this time he only felt very stumped.

So even if the living corpses of his men have spread across the sea from Denmark to the Netherlands, he still stays on the coast where he first arrived and did not follow.

He just stood here every day, like a humanoid sculpture, looking far away at the other end of the sea here.

That is the direction of "greed".

The sea in front of me was shimmering, and the dazzling light was reflected against the sun. The scene was wonderful, but he couldn't take away half of his attention. The salty sea breeze was blowing around me day and night, not knowing whether it was cold or warm.

Because he didn't care.

Now he only cares about two people, one called Maca McLean and the other called Kern.

It is worth mentioning that there are still many figures standing beside him at the moment, and there are more than a hundred people in the shadow. These are all the men he re-made here. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

It's a pity that even if he has so much power reserve, he still can't move anything. He can only stand here and wait silently while looking at the opposite continent. Because that person disagreed, the lady disagreed.

"Ms. Kern... how long should I wait?"

Haierbo stood in front of the reef and mumbled to himself in a somber whisper, but his words could not reach Hogwarts Castle, or where he wanted to go.

"Damn... McLean."

Haierbo felt that he hated the inexplicable boy more and more, but now he really did not have any way to take the other party.

As for the witch Kern... he did not dare to have any opinions on the other party, nor did he dare to have a little disrespect.

So he only has to wait.

The waves slammed heavily on the reef rocks, splashing large splashes of water.

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