Chapter 1599: Not the same sun

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"Noah, I guess ... you must have been banned by your dad since this time, right? You live in Fort Blois these days! Your father and I will replace Mr. Blois you said."
"Oh! It is indeed my good buddy-Marka, you really know me!"
"Okay, don't take your fat on me ... go! Some of the students at Hogwarts you have seen before, let the maid at the door take you to find them!"
"Well, see you then ..."
Watching the fleshly back from the doorway, Maca shrugged with Mr. Blois, who was sitting opposite him, and chuckled:
"This fat man has no other specialties. He is simply optimistic in character. With his presence, he may be able to dispel some of the haze that has settled in everyone's heart—"
Seeing that Willie's father agreed and nodded, Maca suddenly turned back:
"But how to say it ... I didn't expect that the embryo of the Philosopher's Stone was actually formed in the human body. And that characteristic ... is a wonderful coincidence!"
Blois heard him say this, and could not help but slightly spread his hands.
"Since ancient times, has the study of magic been kept piled up with all kinds of wonderful coincidences?"
This sentence could not be more correct, Maca shrugged, and then motioned towards Kingsley, who hadn't spoke much since just now.
"I won't say anything that's irrelevant, let's go straight to the topic!" He said to Kingsley. "As far as the current situation is, what is the Queen's side thinking about? Let's pick your guesses and talk!
Maca's meaning is very clear. He didn't really want to know the specific conversation between Kingsley and the Queen this morning. Because it can be imagined, it must be just a bunch of appearances mixed with useless words.
But what he wants to know is just the "truth".
"Okay," Kingsley, who was already very good at doing this kind of work, suddenly said, "So first of all, I think that Muggle is actually more hopeful that the problem of Haierbo will be left to our wizards to solve. of……"
Kingsley, facing away from the window, recounted some of his opinions slowly, and his expression looked serious under the shadow of the bright afternoon sun.
That's why today's Maca doesn't like the extra bright sun, because at the moment, its share seems to be able to dispel all the dark momentum, but it is even more ironic.
...
In fact, what Kingsley is telling today can barely be summed up in one sentence, that is, the British royal family has a vague intention to ask for help.
The harm that Haierbo caused to the British magic world was huge, but in this disaster, it was Muggles who suffered the most.
Of course, for the Queen ’s side to express how to respond to the request, Maca needs to be considered in combination with the actual situation. At this moment, I ca n’t figure out why.
And just as Maca was talking softly with Mr. Kingsley and Mr. Blois in the little parlor's living room, when the fat master of Hohenheim's family ran to the small friends of Maca to play tricks ...
Delphi, who went to the block where Mr. Blois helped to vacate, was thinking of something more personal.
"If ... I mean, if I go to Blois now to try to kill me in my infancy, what will the result be? Is my 'presence' being 'corrected' by the time rule?"
After orderly guidance throughout the morning, asylum seekers from Britain have settled in this block in batches. There are indeed many people, but it is obviously not worth mentioning if compared with Muggles.
At first Mrs. Maxim also took some help, but Booth Barton still had to teach normally, and they obviously couldn't stay here for long.
Fortunately, because these song asylum seekers are almost used to obeying the arrangements in an orderly manner, the trouble is actually not too much.
At this moment, Delphi, who had just been idle, finally no longer had an excuse to keep his mind busy. Seeing her walking slowly on the streets full of warm sunshine, while watching the asylum seekers' occupancy, one person began to think wildly.
"The rules of time ... what a wonderful and terrible thing!"
Probably because there was no result from thinking and going, Delphi could not help muttering. But honestly, don't look like she is indeed one of the few people in the world who is qualified to ponder the rules of time, but in fact, she really has no real feeling.
She could not actually turn her "experience" into a basis for thought and speculation, so she could only "imagin" by relying on her father's trust in those memories given by Maca.
However, this was actually the source of motivation that prompted her to try to guess the rules of time.
In short, if her memories are created for her by Maca, then she is equivalent to standing on Maca's mind and wisdom, and thinking instead of Maca.
Today Delphi has become a Muggle.
Perhaps after experiencing the conversation before her death, she has felt the tenderness of Maca, so she no longer feels pain and fear for not being able to use her magical power to help her father.
But what if she can still help Maca?
Delphi is undoubtedly a clever girl, like the similarity between Maca and Luna that she had been thinking about before, and she had already noticed it.
That's right, both of them seem to have a tendency to become ordinary Muggles, and even she herself has actually become a Muggle.
Even if the process is different, the ending is almost the same.
There are many coincidences in the world of magic, and their coincidences often have some thoughts worth thinking about--Delphi didn't ignore this ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Unfortunately, I have n’t witnessed like Maca She has gone back a few times before, obviously missing an important clue. So much so that she didn't find the answer to the question even though she had some insights that she hadn't even experienced before.
"Maybe the fate of Miss Lovegood and I are really entangled."
Delphi thought speculatively, without much basis, but this did not prevent her from making such an assumption.
"Well, maybe ... would it be better to call it 'bad luck'?"
She murmured as she paced, and habitually touched her chest. The time converter that had been hanging there by her now returned to his father's hands.
"No," Delphi stopped suddenly, shook his head with his chest gently, and mumbled to himself, "No matter what the difficulties are, this should always be 'lucky' ... at least for me It must be lucky, right. "
At this moment, Delphi was different from Maca. She didn't seem to hate the warm sunshine above her head today.