Dark, endless darkness.

It seems that the darkness that engulfed everything envelops everything, making the people in it feel as if they were thrown into a universe without stars, except for the infinite darkness.

Pressing his chest, it seemed as if he was pressed with something very heavy, and he was almost breathless.

In such a dark darkness, only a low voice muttered again and again, each syllable exuding the ancient vicissitudes.

What was that saying? Listening to some sentences sounds like ancient Greek, but it is different when they are distinguished carefully, which makes people wonder.

However, the content of those discourses is actually of secondary importance, because among these intermittent syllables, another idea is extremely powerful. Yes, it should be right, it feels like saying ...

"... let me ... go out."

That's some kind of will to survive ... No, it's not so much survival as wanting to be "free."

At this moment, a very different idea than the murmured just now erupted!

"Power!"

"... Do you want ... power?"

In the empty responsive room, Maca suddenly opened her eyes and her breathing became slightly heavy. As he adjusted his breathing, he looked at the bald old man still lying on the floor in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he breathed softly, and seemed to have sorted out the pictures and sounds that he had just felt from the memory of the old man.

原来 "So, is this the" prediction "of astrology?" Maca nodded and said to himself, "The horse people are also good at predicting the future from the stars, and I don't know if this is the same feeling."

To be honest, you can feel from the memory of this horoscope that it is a very strong negative feeling. Moreover, since this old man has predicted several times with his circle of astrology, even Maca can clearly perceive that although the content of each prediction has not changed, those pictures and sounds are compared once. Really true.

This is probably to explain that the moment in the forecast is probably getting closer and closer now.

Because of this, Maca also has reason to believe that the magic stone or the strange painful dagger may be the key to stopping the coming terror.

"Well, at least you can use it, right?"

Even though even the old man in front of him, he only knew the strange power of those two things. As for the usefulness of it, he was not even convinced.

Of course, for reasons, the "powerful magic item" alone is more than enough-but don't forget, this bald is also a good wizard!

"... It's no wonder this old man would be so anxious." Maca thought for a moment, but frowned slightly. "But that feeling really ... what the **** is that?"

He vaguely felt that the whisper in that memory seemed a little strangely familiar, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Anyway, let's get things done right now! The Alchemy Contest is approaching its most tense moments. When this most important game ends safely, consider other things ..."

Maca thought so, and she walked up to the door with her legs raised, so she planned to discuss with Professor McGonagall how to minimize the bad effects brought about by the riot.

"Hmm ... And that's it, it's time to start thinking about what's going on in the future."

Uh ...

玛 Just as Maca was heading to the principal's room, Sarah, who had previously left from the responsive room, was already lying down in the ward of the school hospital.

In fact, the vast majority of people were completely confused about the unexpected situation at the school gate. Even bystanders who had everything in their minds imprinted in their heads did not even know what was going on.

At best, they also saw the vigorous activity of Maca. After confronting the suspicious old wizard of the white robe for a long time, they ran a spell twice at a speed that was so unclear, and saved six Kidnapped children.

As for the key effects of Sarah's words, few people can understand them.

"Sara, you ... have confessed to Maka?"

At the bed where a quilt was slightly raised, the big fat master Noah was occupying two chairs. But because there was so much fat on his buttocks that even two chairs couldn't carry it, there was still a lot of meat falling from the edge.

However, compared with his carefree sitting position, his speaking attitude was extra careful, as if he was afraid of getting into the bed of a young girl.

Alas, his words did not respond quickly. After a while, when the raised quilt moved slightly, the girl's voice came out gently.

"Brother Noah," she said, "do you think ... would he really choose to help me?"

For the title of a girl to herself, the fat man is actually insensitive and grateful. It is conceivable that when a person knows the girl who has always called herself "brother", and once called her dad with the same name, the feeling is that she is so appropriate.

However, even Noah, the heir of the Hornheim family, was not clear about Sarah's full details.

The secrets of the cyborgs have always been known only to the owners of the Hohenheim family. Even Noah just thought that Sarah might be a female ancestor with some terrible curse.

"Uh ... should I?" Noah thought about it after hearing Sarah's inquiry. "At least, I think he's still a good guy. If a friend encounters any difficulties, he should shoot." Help each other. "

"Well," Sarah lay down on the hospital bed, her eyes closed quietly, "is it 'friend' again?"

One word in the Noah's dialect apparently caused Sarah to fall into some confusion again.

In fact, to say "Can she and Maca be friends?" According to Sarah's observations and experiences of this world for so many years, she thinks they should already be "friends".

Because, she just negotiated ... or at the end of the conversation, she could ask Maca for help while she helped her save her child, and she would tell her past. Isn't such an act of telling secrets only made by good friends?

玛 Maka's side, from the beginning to the end, did not expressly refuse to help, and even after listening to her narrative, she agreed to assist.

Both parties neglect the exchange of interests, and only request and help from the frank, it is obviously based on the closeness of friendship ... behaving like friends.

But if you want to ask what it feels like to be a "friend", she can't say it at all.

"The relationship between people ... is really complicated ..."

Sarah said to herself, and shrank into the quilt, so that Noah could not see her face at all. But even if he didn't go to see it, he was already used to it, because when the two were alone, Sarah never had much expression at all.

"Oh, right--"

The two were silent for a while, and Noah couldn't resist the quietness, and couldn't help talking again.

"You have come out to school this time, then ... how long will you stay at Hogwarts?"

This is indeed a problem, especially for Sarah.

"It's only four years at most ... maybe even shorter." She answered quietly with her back to Noah, "I last stayed in school for less than two school years, but this time he was here. , You should leave as much time as possible. "

上次 "Last time I went to school ..." Noah scratched his scalp and said a little silently, "Listen to the old man, the last time you went to school or when he was a kid--"

"It's been a long time since you last."-He must not be able to say this sentence.

I just think about it, this is also helpless.

Sarah's situation is destined to spend most of her life in places without too many acquaintances, because she will not grow and die, even more than Nicole LeMay, who owns the magic stone It's also surprising.

Or ... is curious.

Nicole LeMay, because he created the magic stone, can refining the alchemy medicine that continues life, so he will be hunted by those greedy wizards, so much that he will take his wife to travel around to avoid people's eyes.

If Sarah's strange state is discovered, she must not invite countless harassment and threats?

So even if she wants to come out and get in touch with people, she must pay attention to the status of people around her at all times, and always be prepared to leave before calling for trouble.

Truly, the "project" about friends given by Maca is really just right.

While the pair of fake siblings were chatting casually through a thin quilt, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the ward. The footsteps seemed a little hastily, and it sounded like ... it seemed to be coming to this ward.

I didn't really like quiet fat people, but I couldn't sit still anymore, but my father had taken care of him just before going to the field. It was better to stay with Sarah for the past two days. Therefore, as soon as he heard the sound of distance from near to far, he immediately came to the spirit, and stood up in a moment.

"Ah ... who is this so anxious? I'll go and see ..."

But when he trot up to the door of the ward, before he had time to put his hand on the doorknob, the door was pushed open.

"嘭!" "Yeah!"

I opened the door and hit the fat man ... Well, he hit his big belly, and then the door that was opened was bounced back.

With a cry from outside, the door of the ward was closed again ... closed ...

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