"Miss Pierce ... otherwise, you should take a break first?"

In fact, it was natural that Bowen's absent-mindedness had already appeared.

Especially when Smysuk was still a while ago, it was obvious that Little Cathy was a little distracted. So much so that she did not respond in time when she left the dean's room.

But this seems to be taken for granted-how could Cathy have just lost her mother just now?

Therefore, he had no idea that it was not the death of the mother who was constantly haunting the child, but the words of an unknown person.

"Rest?" Cathy nodded for a moment, then nodded immediately, "Um ... okay. Sorry, Mr. Burnsor, I obviously asked you to bring me here, but now ..."

Bornsee heard and interrupted immediately:

"No, no, this is nothing. Go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and some snacks! Just say that I treat you!"

"Oh, how does this work, I—" "Tuk Tuk."

Little Cathy hadn't finished her words, and suddenly a few light knocks rang from the door.

"Mr. Burnser, I heard that you have already returned, haven't you?"

"Oh? Mr. McLean?"

As soon as Bornsey heard it, she wanted to speak, but Cathy suddenly stood up from her chair. Followed closely, she saw that she was hurriedly begging for Bonser to stop talking, and then hurriedly hid behind the floor curtains behind Bonser.

Obviously, this curtain is not only very thick, but also extremely long, it looks very suitable for Tibetans.

Bornsee watched the child as soon as he got there. He was embarrassed at first, but then smiled as if he remembered how he looked when he was young.

"A child anyway!"

So quietly murmured, he walked towards the door:

"Mr. McLean, please come in!"

As Bowenser opened, the door opened in response, revealing Maca's figure standing outside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Burnser ... I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Seeing Maca greet him, he came to his desk. Although his tone still sounded so unhurried, he could see it from his slightly faster pace, and he didn't just come here to chat.

But as he said the words casually, a pair of eyes followed the curtains behind Bornsee.

"Well?"

Even though Maca was suddenly curious, why did Little Cathy hide behind the curtain, but he didn't go to the point immediately. After a little doubt, he continued:

"Mr. Burnser, first of all, I have to thank your hospital for lending me the potion preparation room again-this is really very grateful! In addition, because the time is tight, I will just say ... I also You have to ask your hospital for help. "

Seeing that Maca was serious, Bowensee also temporarily set aside her case and nodded seriously:

"What we can do for St. Mungo is to treat the sick and save people, isn't it? This is our job. If necessary, please feel free to speak."

But who knows, Maca set off at this moment.

"Oh, this—" He said, "It can be said to save people, after all, that is one of my goals. However, what I want to ask the Saint Mungo therapist to do is some nursing work ... … And have to say, it could be dangerous. "

"Nursing?" Bornhur said suddenly, "Of course this is also within the scope of our hospital's work, but what is the danger there? Is it a strong infectious disease?"

"Ah, no, it's not like this ..."

After first denying Bornhur's speculation, Maca briefly introduced him to the Muggles that would soon be concentrated by the Ministry of Magic to send Aurors.

For the sake of understanding, he simply explained the Muggles lurking in his soul into a group of patients who were affected by the black magic and could do murder to the people around them.

Because the secretive substance hidden in the human soul once successfully integrated into the soul, even Maca could not strip them back, so he could only isolate those Muggles for the time being.

"... in short, that's it."

After a brief explanation, Maca said:

"Because I'm not yet sure whether that kind of dark magic will make those Muggle patients suddenly have powerful power. So I have to trouble your hospital to send a therapist to the Ministry of Magic's dungeon for nursing work-by that time, magic The ministry will also leave the Auror and the strikers on patrol to ensure the personal safety of both the patient and the therapist sent by your hospital. "

"Okay, I'll select a few therapists in our hospital to stand by the Ministry of Magic ..." Bornser said, but then apologized, "but presumably Mr. McLean, you know, Hospitals are also employment relationships. If it is really dangerous, I have to get their consent ... "

Obviously, this is actually the reason that Makat brought the Muggle old lady to San Mungo instead of going to the old house of Black for inspection.

Because after figuring out what the old man's soul was, he had to hurry up and personally come to Bornsee to ask for someone.

After all, if the Ministry of Magic were to do these tasks, the whole process would be a little too slow.

"Of course, I can understand that, as soon as possible."

At this time, Maca need not pretend to be polite. After seeing him urging a little, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Then I trouble you, Mr. Burnser." He walked, "I have something to do next, so let's leave ... Thank you."

Behind the curtains, Little Cathy bit her lip lightly, still standing there silently.

When she heard that Maca was about to leave, she was actually very contradictory. There was an impulse to drive her out to stop each other, but for those few words that looked like prophecy, she subconsciously refused to make them a reality.

However, when Maca unscrewed the doorknob and opened the door, she saw that he suddenly turned around again. Little Cathy could feel the sight of the pair of eyes cast straight towards the curtain as if she could see it across the curtain.

"By the way, beautiful Cathy," Macarendan said, "don't know if you want to live in France for a while? There just happened to be a group of children about your age. I think you can go and see. The edge is beautiful, and there is a very large castle, I think ... "

"No, wait! Don't say anything--"

Little Cathy heard this sentence and finally couldn't help jumping out.

I saw her waving her hands again and again, interrupting Maca's invitation. At that moment, she could even see the eyes behind her hands, and there seemed to be an inexplicable terror.

"Ok?"

You know, this little girl is usually very calm, even before her mother died, she could maintain her inner strength. That being the case, what else could make her behave so panic-stricken?

"Little Cathy ..." Maca hurriedly walked up to her, squatting down and squinting her shoulders. "What happened? You know, you can tell me anything."

"Mr. McLean ..."

The future is often difficult to predict, so sometimes when people know what they will have in the future, they will be afraid of it.

In particular, the future is clearly stated from a certain population.

Because of this, when Voldemort learned the prophecy about himself, he immediately wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was most likely the boy in the prophecy.

"I ... before Mom's grave ..."

Little Cathy didn't know what she should say, let alone whether she should say it or not. Because just now, the prediction of the trench coat wizard really became a reality!

So, will the remaining few words be true?

If you say that "language" now, will it have any unknown impact?

It is because of her wisdom that her peers are so far away that she feels even more overwhelmed, because in the future, how can she understand?

"Cathy ... Cathy?"

Maca patted her on the shoulder, so she finally turned her attention back to herself.

"Can't believe me? If you believe me, then say it!" He smiled gently. "Don't worry, if there is any trouble after speaking, leave it to me to solve it."

It was this smile—when Little Cathy was extremely distressed about her mother's affairs, it was this smile that relaxed her tight heart, and then she would have been in her heart all the time. The catharsis.

After that, although her mother eventually left herself forever, at least she smiled and left.

Now, even if it's a completely different thing that bothers you, if you say to him, you might get a good result as well!

"Actually, I met a man in front of my mother's grave ... the man was wearing a dark trench coat and a broad-brimmed hat on his head, so that people could not see what kind of face was hidden underneath ..."

Under the guidance of Maca, Little Cathy seemed to give up her thinking completely, whispering about her conversation with that strange wizard ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Although recounting the other party ’s " "Prophecy", her expression still became a little nervous. But Maca held her hands lightly, but gave her the strength to continue.

However, it seemed that Little Cathy was completely relaxed, but Maca's side frowned with her statement.

prophet? prophecy?

As he listened, he shook his head, but his eyes narrowed and became deeper.

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