() "Let's be more 'experimental'! It's definitely not a bad thing to be cautious—to protect the people we want to protect, we can't be too careful, can we?"

Maca was still sitting in the same place holding the teacup, watching Hermione's back as she walked away quickly, and said to herself in her heart.

But all of a sudden, his calm and smiling face froze, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath.

"hiss-"

He took a breath of cold air, and then his thin lips were tightly pressed together, the blood vessels between the forehead and neck stood out, and the teacup in his hand trembled slightly with the sudden force of his fingertips.

It looks like... trying to endure some sudden and terrible pain.

"Slap!"

Maybe it's because I don't want to knock over the teacup with the tea liquid in my hand constantly beating! Maca fluttered her nose and took a deep breath, then stabilized her arm with all her strength, and put the teacup back on the table as lightly as possible.

It's a pity that the impact of the bottom of the cup hitting the table caused some of the tea in the cup to splash out, leaving a few pink flowers on the tea-white tablecloth.

Fortunately, the unknown pain seemed to come and go quickly. With the second hand ticking several times on the clock dial hanging on the wall in the back room, the armrest of the chair held by Maca instead of the teacup finally stopped slightly Tremor.

Soon after, the sound of his somewhat bewildered breathing became gentle again, and the pallor on his face gradually faded away. Instead, with the relaxation of his muscles, there was a morbid flush of accelerated blood flow on his cheeks.

"You don't look... well."

Suddenly, a slightly muffled voice suddenly sounded in the empty courtyard, not very loud, but obviously enough for Maca to hear.

Seeing Maca looking up, at that moment, he saw a figure not far away - he knew this figure, it was one of the alchemy dolls made by Sarah, but he didn't know When did the other party come so close to him from the opposite door.

"Yes," Maca took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, casually wiped the slight sweat from his forehead, and then smiled at the other party, "Obviously, there is no How nice."

The voice fell slightly, and Sarah's muffled voice sounded again from the still mouth of the puppet:

"I can feel the vibration from your soul just now... You know, I can perceive the state of your soul. It's just... Even so, I still haven't noticed any abnormalities in your soul."

"Yes."

Maca still affirmed Sarah's observation. Then I saw him subconsciously touching his chest with his hands, lowering his head slightly, and continued as if he was feeling something himself:

"Your perception is correct, so don't worry, this is just a little trouble. In fact, from a certain point of view, it may have some benefits instead!"

"What's the benefit?" Sarah continued to ask through her doll's mouth.

However, Maca shook his head again when he heard the words, then raised his head again and smiled at the other party.

"As you can see, I just woke up suddenly from that ice coffin. In fact, for me, from the moment I opened my eyes, everything in front of me was unknown—to be honest, this feeling is really Awful!"

He said so, paused again, and then turned to say:

"However, it is also because of this that the pain that comes from the depths of the soul like just now is more real and precious to me. At least it can let me know that my soul seems to be safe, but in fact there is obviously something wrong with it. Problem! And this, for me who knows almost nothing about the present situation, is undoubtedly a valuable clue... Oh, actually, this is not the first time. Although it is indeed a bit painful-it reminds me Brings back memories of enduring the Cruciatus Curse - though I must say, I'm still looking forward to its next visit."

After Maca finished speaking, Sarah was silent for a moment, and then she heard her muffled voice:

"Hope you don't die the moment it's 'next time'."

"I'm hoping so too!" Maca nodded, "After all, if I die, I won't have the chance to find out what happened to me, so the pain I've suffered since I woke up, but It's nothing!"

Having said that, he stretched out his hand to pick up the cup again and took another sip, then put down the teacup, stepped back from the chair and stood up suddenly. Following his movements, the slight fatigue that had lingered on him dissipated immediately, and the calm determination shown on the battlefield before returned once again.

Then, I saw him looking at the puppet in front of him and said loudly:

"Since you sent it to find me, it means that your side is over, right? Then come back! Leave the follow-up defense of your stronghold to the people of the three major families. We have more important things to do. things to do."

"Understood... Are you really okay?" Sarah replied first, then paused, and then added with some worry.

"Thank you, but it's okay, I know it."

Maca smiled again, and then turned his gaze to the door behind the doll. And at the same time that he turned his eyes to that side, Harry walked out of the door hurriedly with a sword in hand.

Maca didn't waste the smile on his face, and looked at Harry who stopped at a distance like Hermione with the rest of the smile and said:

"You're back too?"

"snort."

Harry snorted indifferently, his eyes swept over the alchemy doll of Sarah, which he also recognized, and looked left and right in the courtyard.

"Where's Hermione? She contacted me and said she was here first."

"Yes ~lightnovelpub.net~ but she left again." Maca explained, "Mrs. Maxime received a letter - from Mrs. Weasley, we think that Ron and Ginny should Get to know the news as soon as possible. You know, they may be relatively slow on their side, unlike you and Hermione who can get it done so quickly."

"Mrs. Weasley?"

Compared with Maca, the relationship between Harry and the mother of the Weasley brothers is obviously deeper. It can be said that he really lost his biological parents since he was a child and has not yet had a decent childhood. In fact, he has already regarded the other party as his own mother.

Hearing the news about Mrs. Weasley at this time, Harry was suddenly agitated, and amidst the ups and downs of his mood, he also obviously realized something was wrong.

"She wrote to Maxim? Why? Did something happen in the refuge area?"

"Oh no, it's not what you think, the asylum complex is very good." Maca waved his hand to signal him not to worry, "I just think Mrs. Weasley already knows about Percy. And obviously, she's tough, and maybe she wants to do something about it — and probably everyone else in the community thinks the same way."