Chapter 1572: See 1 person
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Harry Potter’s Book of Sin
- Flo Uncle
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- 2021-01-29 05:53:52
"... April, I just went to the Ministry of Magic Hall, and I overheard ..."
"It will be all right, we have Mr. McLean!"
"Yes! And that Miss Hermione Granger, it is said ..."
It was still the afternoon in which the breeze was as soft as the lover's caress, and the sun was as gentle as the mountains and streams. It was still a group of young people talking under the mottled trees.
On the edge of the carved window frame upstairs, a cold-looking and exquisite young girl stunned; under the shadow of another tree crown downstairs, an invisible figure stood silently.
Everything seems to have never changed, and it seems that every detail is different from what used to be.
This time, Maca didn't disturb the scene anymore, he just converged on his magic wave and walked quietly on the winding street a little further away.
A moment later, near the central square, Maca, who was walking down the street, looked up. And the next moment he looked up, a large number of slabs flew up from the square in front of him, blasting away in various directions of the town.
"Time is right ... then the next thing is to wait."
Although he would reach the square by walking a little further, Maca didn't move on, but suddenly turned a corner and entered an alley by the road.
It didn't take long to see him standing still in front of a house, and reaching out and knocking at the door.
"Who?"
A man's inquiries soon came from the room.
"Sir, can you let me in for a while? I'm Mr. McLean's friend."
"McLean's friend?"
It can be heard that the man inside whispered and walked on the wooden floor "Pata Pata" while muttering. Then the wooden door in front of Maca was finally opened.
"……Only you?"
It was a man with long white hair, probably because the hair was too thin and soft, and they were basically tangled together. The other person's clothes also looked a little messy, although they weren't actually dirty, obviously they weren't too flattering.
After the other side got out of his upper body and looked around, he pulled the door open and beckoned at Maca, who had already changed his appearance.
"come in!"
When Maca saw this, she nodded, and immediately followed the other person into it.
"Remember to bring me the door."
"of course."
While responding, Maca flicked it back and closed the door.
...
"Sit! Anyway, this isn't my house. Just sit there ... Would you like some tea?"
"No, it's not necessary, I'm not thirsty."
Drinking afternoon tea in the afternoon is naturally a common occurrence in Britain. However, even if drinking tea is not just to understand thirst, even if Maca does have so much free time now, unfortunately, he does not have the feeling of drinking tea to relax.
When a person is in a bad mood, even with the best tea and sugar cubes, it will only be bitter to drink.
What's more, in the man's home in front of him, it is almost impossible to drink any serious tea ... isn't it?
Maca glanced around the living room a little, then walked to the table by the window, pulled a chair and sat down.
"Mr. Lovegood, sit down, too! If you always stand there, I won't feel comfortable."
That's right, as Marka called him, this man's name is Shenofi Liuslovgood, who is Luna's father.
In fact, Lupin had already spoken with Maca when she sorted out the list of asylum seekers, and Luna's father was also among the people evacuated from London.
Just because Luna was worried, Maca didn't tell her about it.
It's just ... Of course, there are too many acquaintances among the asylum-seekers today, a Shenofelius, in fact, will not change the overall situation much.
"You said just now that you are McLean's friend?" Shenofelius didn't sit. He was still standing in the middle of this small living room, looking at Marka. "So, is McLean asking you to come over?" What did he ask you to come to me? Was Luna in trouble? "
"Oh no! That's not the case," Maca waved her hand immediately when she heard it. "Miss Lovegood is okay ... well, at least so far. As far as I'm concerned ... though I really want to Let me tell you something about Miss Lovegood, but more often come here to sit. "
Honestly, Makar's statement is indeed a bit subtle, and it is difficult to not think about it.
However, Chenofilius was always an awkward and kind person in nature.
Although he was very worried about his daughter, he also wanted to ask Maca something about his daughter Luna. But standing there and staring at Maca, as he is now, is perhaps the most intense questioning he can think of.
In the final analysis, he was obviously staying in the spiral town, but he never showed up once, and this can naturally explain many problems.
After all, Luna and Maca may not be easy to find, but isn't it easy to find Lupin who has been working in the hall of the new Ministry of Magic?
"Mr. Lovegood ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Please sit down! McLean, he believes that you have always been a good father who is reasonable and respects the will of his daughter, so in fact I also understand your anxious and restless mood."
"You ... what the did you come to talk to me?"
Chenofilius stared at him for a while, then looked at the messy white hair, and sat down opposite him with an ass.
"Well ... how do you say?" Maca asked him, thinking with a crooked head. "I think, let's start with McLean first! I believe you should also know that he was very good at this time Busy, I've been running around in order to deal with that ancient black wizard. So this time, he had no choice but to let me meet you. "
"And in fact, McLean just wanted me to convey a word to you"
Having said that, Maca paused slightly before continuing:
"He said that no matter what happened, no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would do his best to protect Miss Lunalovgood."
Shenofirius pouted, still looking uneasy. But after hearing Marka's remarks, he froze and hesitated, but finally nodded.
"I know, and I believe him"
At that moment, Chenofilius's mind may flash the days when Maca stayed at his home, or Maca made up the analysing past for his dead wife and Luna's mother. .
But no matter what he thought, the final thought must be the figure of his daughter.
"So, what else?"