Chapter 1536: Not a dream

When Hermione slowly opened her eyes, the darkness that had made her so oppressive had dissipated, replaced by a white roof that seemed familiar.
You can feel that the pain has disappeared. Right now, he seemed to be lying on a soft, warm bed, and the whole man was lazy, unable to hold his strength.
However, her memory before her coma passed quickly from the bottom of her heart, filling her at once.
"Is ... Professor Dumbledore?"
To be honest, her consciousness was a little fuzzy because of the short period before the syncope. In retrospect at this moment, almost all the cold and dim feelings were in her head, but Dumbledore's figure was deeply engraved in her mind.
When she thought about it, she couldn't help pulling her hand out of the quilt and stroking her chest slightly. But there was nothing there.
"Or is it just a dream?"
Dumbledore was dead. She saw the body of the other person and attended the other's funeral in person. Even at the last moment, she clearly saw that Maca had frozen Dumbledore's body in ice, and she still remains by the lake in Hogwarts.
And how could a person who had already died, still talk to her like that, and save her?
Except "that was a dream," Hermione couldn't think of anything else to explain, because even in the magic world, the principle of "the dead is dead" is the same.
"... thirsty ... water."
However, when He was so sensitive that her throat was dry and she turned her head to look at the bedside table next to her, a trace of scarlet came into her vision silently.
Yes, it was the silver necklace, the necklace on the necklace with a faint gem, or Maka inlaid it for her later!
I remember it was a smashed magic stone from the dung stone that Dumbledore had given her.
In this way, she remembered Dumbledore's phrase "The last gift I left you", obviously referring to this.
That's right, it will never be a dream. When she fell into the most dangerous situation ever, it was indeed Dumbledore who saved her!
As slowly remembered, Hermione couldn't help turning over a little bit, reaching out and reaching out to someone who had put the necklace on the nightstand.
Yes, the surface of the dark red gemstone still has a lot of dried blood on it. With just a touch, they turned into powder and slipped off from the top, falling on the white pillow towel.
It was also at this moment that the doorknob "click" suddenly sounded not far from the bed.
"Hermione!"
With a rush of footsteps, the familiar voice soon sounded beside me.
"Hermione, are you awake? Do you feel OK?"
"Ron ..."
With the help of the other party, Hermione rolled back and lay back again, and then she saw the familiar face on which the surprise had not faded.
"Are you here, that is ... this is the observation room underground in New Saint Mungo?"
"Oh, that's it!" Ron said as he scrambled to help her twist the towel. "It's Maca who brought you back. You don't know when I saw his rushing appearance and him You held in your arms and covered with blood all over you, I almost fainted! Fortunately, Maca said that she was lucky and rescued in time ... "
Ron whispered, and he could see that he was really glad to see that Hermione was able to wake up in peace.
"And Maca also said, I do n’t know why, you do n’t seem to be cursed by that mist! So rest assured! Maca has checked it for you, you wo n’t be like the two next door. No one can move. "
"curse……"
Hermione couldn't help hearing Ron talking about it.
"Does Maca really‘ do n’t know why ’?

Suddenly, Hermione recalled the scene where the necklace had just been placed on the nightstand.
Yes, Maca probably knows, at least he definitely guessed something. Hermione clenched the jewel in her hand a little, and the hard, smooth and angular touch proved this silently.
And maybe Maca was able to find her in the mist in time, precisely because Maca had already noticed Dumbledore's presence at that time.
"Ron," Hermione asked for a moment before she paused ~ EbookFREE.me ~ How long have I been unconscious? And what about Maca others? "
"how long?"
Ron passed the hand-wrapped towel to Hermione, who insisted on wiping her face, and then thought about it:
"It didn't take long! At least half an hour before Maca said, you recovered very well and will wake up soon."
As he was talking, he scratched his head casually, and then continued:
"As for Maca ... he mentioned it, and said that he would go to the open space in front of the church ruins, as if Harry was waiting there! Well, I guess Harry doesn't know you were injured ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ otherwise he will definitely be back. "
"Don't let him know yet," Hermione shook her head and said, "Since I'm all right, it doesn't matter anymore ... Has half an hour passed? This also means that the army of living corpses Coming soon? Compared to my little thing, that's the big thing that needs to be dealt with! "
"It's not a 'trivial matter'!" Ron retorted as soon as he heard it. "This is not the maca I said here until I have confirmed that your injury has fully recovered!"
"Yes, really?"
Seeing Ron say so, Hermione couldn't help but narrow her lips and closed her eyes slowly.
"Then let me rest for a while! Maybe after a while, no one will have a rest here."
"Uh, okay!" Ron nodded before seeing this. "Then I'll go out and get you something to eat, and fill your belly after you rest for a while."
After Ron waved his wand and took the washbasin out, Hermione opened her eyes again, staring silently at the white ceiling.
...
One thing Hermione didn't ask, but the facts were already obvious.
The fog that floated all the way from London finally stopped in the city of Canterbury, and the live corpses arrived at their destination.
Right now, Maca was sitting with Harry, each sitting on a pile of waste rock near the empty lot in front of the church ruins.
"Harry, get ready ... these guys, they're almost there!"
"Well, Marka, I know."
The fight against the army of dead bodies is finally coming to an end.