Little Cathy was really surprised when she saw the familiar back in the waiting hall of St. Mungo.

Didn't Mr. McLean decide to leave San Mungo and continue to search for Helber because the injuries at the time were already out of his treatment?

This was even just a few days ago, how come back now?

And ... coincidentally, it happens today!

"... Actually, I am a prophet."

The mysterious windbreaker wizard who suddenly appeared in the cemetery flashed once again in little Cathy's head. Immediately, a feeling that her own future was seen through by the other party made Little Cathy goosebumps all over her.

Obviously, sometimes being too clever is not necessarily a good thing—Little Cathy now feels that if she can be as ignorant as other peers.

"McLean first--"

She was only a little hesitant because of the inexplicable fear under her heart, and now Maca had disappeared in the direction of the side door of the hall, so that she only shouted a half voice and then stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, little Cathy was grateful. Fortunately, she didn't have time to stop Mr. McLean, otherwise, she was really worried that the other party would tell herself what she had heard in a certain population.

Because if that was the case, she really didn't know how she should face it.

"Miss Pierce, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Little Cathy stopped somehow, Bornser asked her a little doubtfully. Immediately, he followed the little Cathy's gaze, but there was nothing that could attract the little girl.

"That was ..." Little Cathy opened her mouth subconsciously, but soon she shook her head and changed her mouth. "No, it's fine ... I'm just looking at the portrait."

"Oh, did you mean Ms. Delice Derwent?" Dean Bornser smiled. "Her smile makes people feel warm, doesn't she? She was the best of Saint Mungo's history One of the therapists, who later became the principal of Hogwarts, was a great witch ... "

He told the story of Ms. Derwent to Little Cathy, and led her to the stairs again, and then they went upstairs.

And just when Cathy followed him up the stairs and was about to go to the second floor, she could not help but glance at the other side of the hall after all.

Why did Maca come today? Will you really ask yourself if you want to go to France later?

These two problems have become a thorn stuck in Xiao Cathy's heart, and the feeling of pain at the touch really made her neither pull nor pull.

...

"Mr. McLean, this spare potion preparation room is still for your use-Mr. Smesek said, and he will explain it when the dean returns."

"Oh, that's very grateful ... if it's not happening right now, I'm sure to thank him."

It was still the potion preparation room at the back of the hall, while Maca let the old lady float gently to the bed and lie down, and nodded at the intern therapist Pai who accompanied him.

"Of course, thank you for helping me prepare this bed," he said.

Facing this young wizard a few years younger than himself, Pai did not dare to neglect.

Yes, even though he had seen Maca many times before, he still seems quite restrained. Because he knows well, let alone fight with Haierbo, he is far less than the young Mr. McLean in his best treatment.

Not long ago, with so many soul-wounding thorny patients, it was only Mr. McLean who was capable of healing the entire Saint Mungo!

"No, no thanks, this is all I should do--" Pai Yilian repeated, "then ... then you're busy, I won't bother you!"

Watching the other party respectfully and respectfully left the preparation room, although Maka smiled a little at this attitude, she did not work so hard to correct it as before.

This is not only because he knows he can't correct it, but also because he has more important things to do now.

But when he turned around and waved toward the hospital bed, the translucent rune of the soul flashed again, and the soul of the old Muggle lady was pulled out of him again.

And you can see that in the middle of the half-virtual soul, the strange gray-black is still trying to keep shrinking.

But since Maca had imposed restraint on it by the rules of the soul long before he came here, now it can only repeatedly stand still in the constant contraction and expansion, and cannot really reintegrate into the soul.

"Come out for me!"

The next moment, I saw that Maca had pulled off the white sheets stacked on the side, took out the pen and ink, and leaned down, and then meticulously outlined the place.

Perhaps it was because of this frame that he had already framed. This time he moved very fast. It only took more than ten minutes to draw a line and symbol on the sheet that were not complicated.

Immediately, he covered the sheets directly on the old lady's body, and the detective delivered a steady stream of magic.

Suddenly, accompanied by a faint blue glow floating from the sheets, the magic symbol slowly lifted the gray and black strange matter out of the old man's soul.

Since this map can do this, it also indirectly confirms a conjecture of Maca.

"Sure enough, is it related to the dark magical creatures that ravaged London at the beginning?" He stared at the mass silently, thinking, "Or, in fact, this is actually what Haierbo expected those monsters to be destroyed, So there is another backstop that was intentionally left. "

In fact, since Maca has proven the source of the weird mass with rune maps, this is not just a "guess" of him.

It can be said that this is undoubtedly the backhand set by Haierbo, and it will not be wrong!

At that time, Maca put out fires around downtown London, destroying all monsters. But it was not just the end of a disaster, but the beginning of the next disaster.

After a little thought, he then took out a potion bottle and placed it in the center of the rune map on the sheet ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and followed closely, he took out his staff and decisively Pointed at the potion bottle.

"Go in."

Before the words fell, the picture on the sheet suddenly began to squirm.

I saw a lot of magic text and lines wrapped around the mass of substances, and rushed to the bottle of the potion bottle, and soon they were completely trapped in the bottle.

The faint blue light disappeared after losing the magical support of Maca. Maca reached out and picked up the bottle, and put it in the waist bag.

"Specific research is still waiting

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