"... Harry, Hermione, we can't be so depressed ... Remember? We have a lot of things to do and we can't waste our time in this place."

Ron, who had misunderstood Maca, understands this feeling of being deceived. But the more he understood, the more he understood that this inner tangle was actually not helpful to himself.

Without Maca, I'm afraid he would be the most annoyed now.

But now he vaguely knows that instead of constantly filling his heart with remorse, or even doubting friendship, it is better to focus this energy on other more important places.

If they have enough strength to prevent the crisis from happening, then in the face of this situation, they will certainly have more margin.

With the help of Maca, he saw his mediocre talent. In order not to get further away from Harry and Hermione, he had to work harder.

It was this vigilance that cheered him up at this moment.

Under Ron's rare reminder, Hermione and Harry couldn't help looking at each other. Then they found out that I do not know when they will be obscured by the gloom in their hearts and become immersed in the world of themselves.

"Oh—" Hermione said anxiously, "I think you're right, Ron."

After a little waking up, Harry suddenly leaned over and flipped his schoolbag.

"Thank you, Ron." He turned gratefully as he turned, "Don't say that, I almost can't remember-we must continue to learn the magic materials that Makar sent us last time. "

Although they only took the extra dark magic defense lesson once, it contained enough content for them to practice for a long time. As Ron said, they really don't have that much time to think about anything else now.

Especially after witnessing another dangerous arrival, their desire to increase their strength became even stronger.

Soon, they completely let go of their anxieties and focused their attention on the heavy spell rebuilding.

...

To be honest, Maca should have a lot to do.

He was going to convey the death news to the girl named "Zoe", and he was trying to sort out a clue about the previous incident. Of course, he had to make some preparations for the secret island of Roina again. He should even Find a better place for the children he sent to Hogwarts.

Obviously there are so many things that are outrageous, but now he dare not leave easily.

To this end, he had to write a letter and send it to Dorset, which is located along the English Channel. The Scarmands live there now, and Zoe's grandma should still be there.

This letter is undoubtedly heavy. In fact, the best way to convey it is to run it personally and tell the story face to face.

However, the current situation did not allow Maca to go out casually. In desperation, he had to hope that Zoe's relatives could be a little more considerate.

As for the children rescued from the dungeon, the Phoenix Society can help resettle them. Even without him, those children may be a little anxious, but I believe that once settled, they should be fine.

So, while Maca was with Luna beside her, she was wondering how the letter should be written, so that it would not be so obtrusive.

After all, this letter is bound to be delivered to Mr. Newt Scarmand. It was a respected wizard in the field of magical creatures, and he should be more cautious in his wording.

While he was hesitating with a quill, Luna, who was leaning on the hospital bed as usual and stunned, suddenly returned to God, and his eyes fell on the bed in the corner of the ward unconsciously.

Lying there was Joshua, who was lying silently in the duvet at the moment, without moving.

He didn't dare to speak, and became more silent after the previous syncope. Not only did he not speak, even when others asked him, he never reacted any more, as if he had covered his heart with a hard shell.

Maca also spoke to him a few words, trying to get some information from his mouth that night. After all, that night, except Helen Schoen and the Eight-eyed Spider, he was the only one in the ward.

But this guy would only lie on the hospital bed and load the corpses, except for the basic food and drink. There are still many students in the school hospital, and even Maca cannot use the devotional spell to get information in this case.

Of course, dementia cannot be used, and Maca naturally has vomiting agents available. Maca was planning to write something in the water he drank after writing the letter and solving the matter of reporting to Zoe.

But before that, Luna seemed to have some interest in Joshua.

"... Maca?"

After looking at Joshua's raised quilt for a while, she opened her mouth gently.

"What's wrong?" Maca heard the sound, and immediately distracted her from the stationery that had just been written, and looked at Luna on the hospital bed. "Want to have afternoon tea?"

Luna shook her head slightly and gestured over there with her pale fiber fingers.

"He looks painful ..." she said softly, "If you just look at the pain, you usually ignore more beauty, don't you?"

"Really?" Marka followed her gaze, too. "I think you're right, he should be very pained."

After all, it was a silent person, and pain and depression were the source of their weird power. Without this unspeakable distress, they would not be silent.

"Maca, do you know Dire?" Luna's topic suddenly started to jump again, and she asked slyly, "That's an interesting creature."

"Well," Maca nodded. "People who have witnessed and understood the dead can see them ... they fly very fast, and their direction is amazing."

"However, some people think that seeing them is an unknown symbol, saying that they will cause disaster." Luna blinked, and some dismissively said, "So many people don't like to see them, even if they see them, they dare not approach. Instead, they hurried away. "

"Yes……"

Maca didn't know why Luna suddenly mentioned Ye Di. All he knew was that this girl often did this, and when talking, she couldn't keep track of it.

But when Maca was about to continue to talk down the subject of the night owl, he seemed to be aware of something and put his eyes back to Joshua again.

To be honest, the existence of the tacit person is not similar to the night owl?

Everyone has their disgust and fear, thinking that they will cause disasters and cause unnecessary losses. But all this has nothing to do with them.

The night owl is just a special magic creature, and the tacit one is just a special wizard.

Night owls are special in their characteristics. Once linked to death, people will always feel uneasy and instinctively avoid it.

As for the silent, they are even more unfortunate.

Originally, they were all children with magic potential. If their talents were not suppressed, they would all become real wizards and embark on their own magic journey.

Centuries ago, when wizards were still in the Muggle world, the huge base Muggles tried their best to persecute them because they were afraid of their power. Several large-scale trials of witch trials have widely popularized this concept of hatred against wizards.

That dark age, which was directed at wizards everywhere, became the period with the largest number of silent people.

But at least now, as the wizard and Muggle live elsewhere, the chance of the tacit one has been greatly reduced. Over time, even this word has been forgotten by most wizards.

There is no doubt that each of them who was forcibly "made" in this era is the most unfortunate.

Thinking of this ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Maca also understood what Luna wanted to express.

A tacit person who has a painful heart and is not understood by others needs everyone to convey goodwill. There is nothing wrong with them, it is only those who turn them into such.

This is what happened to Joshua, who was in the ward now, and there was probably Helen Schoen, who had lurked Hogwarts again.

Similar to Joshua, who has a tragic past hidden in his heart, Helen Schoen may have caused such attacks for many reasons.

Of course, why did she do this? It's hard to know.

"No," Marka thought for a while, but said secretly, "maybe Joshua knew that."

Although Helen was dead, and the old wizard, one of the culprits, was blown into a **** rain, but most of the other silent people were still alive!

Even if you know the estimate, it's useless, but maybe you can get some clues about Greenward from it?

Maca nodded silently in her heart, and remembered the problem.

At this moment, when he saw that Luna had opened the latest issue, and turned her attention to the magazine, he also clenched the quill again and stared at the blank stationery.

For a moment he frowns and thinks, and the moment of writing, the faint sunlight is obscured by the clouds floating in the distance. Before long, snowflakes filled the world outside the window again.

Most of the students in the ward turned their eyes out and quietly admired the whiteness that was flying in the sky.

"... It's almost Christmas, right?" I wondered who said suddenly.

Suddenly, in the whispered discussion of a group of eagles, the gradually enriched festival atmosphere dilutes the coldness in the ward, and a warmth comes from everyone's heart.