Chapter 980: Aftermath of funeral

"Come! You are all here, and everyone's face must be creamed. This is the tradition of Muggle friends' birthdays, isn't it?"
Watching Harry, Ron, and Neville's male compatriots being pushed to the bedside, Cathy giggled and smeared a finger of cream, and Maca couldn't help but also reveal a little while Heart smile.
But when everyone found that Little Cathy finally set her eyes on Maca, he suddenly realized that the smile on his face would be taken away by others.
"Oh, beautiful Cathy, don't you think you should save a little?"
But to be honest, since Hannah's cake wasn't so big, Little Cathy had already saved enough. Right now, everyone's face is actually just smeared with a finger of cream.
However, looking at the amount left in the tray, Maca felt that she would receive a relatively special "care".
"Come! Come here!"
Seeing that Little Cathy was completely unmoved, she just beckoned and beckoned to him, and he could only walk honestly to Little Cathy's bed, and slumped down.
"Don't be too much, I'm really not used to rubbing these greasy on my face—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Little Cathy holding up the whipped cream in the tray with both hands without any hesitation, and happily pressed on his face.
Wiping off the cream covering the eyes with his hands, Maca opened her eyes and licked her mouth helplessly.
"Okay! Maybe applying cream once in a while is good for the skin ..." He smashed the delicate sweetness in his mouth and completely gave up a joke, but said at the end, "Oh Hannah! Say Really, your craft is really great. "
Maca's face was creamy and made the big guy laugh. Especially Luna, once she laughed, there was always a tendency to be unbearable, and the laughter was still quite magical.
But because of the words that Maca had just said, Harry and several other boys seemed to have tasted a little helpless sadness from this joy, which made them smile unconsciously.
Without knowing it, the male voice was probably less involved, and the laughter became thinner and thinner. As everyone was affected one by one and stopped laughing more and more, the atmosphere suddenly changed from brisk to heavy.
And this is exactly another reason why Maca just suddenly told things to Harry and others-it is always coming, he needs those boys who are not very good at hiding their minds to create This time.
Right now, some people in the ward don't know what is going on, while others already know some cruel reality.
Even Luna, a special girl who is usually not affected by the environment, gradually put away her smile. Of course, it still feels a few beats slower than others.
Perhaps something had been realized in the abrupt atmosphere, Mrs. Pierce looked stunnedly at Maca's side.
Maca nodded slightly at her before she said to everyone:
"Let's all go out! Today is Cathy's birthday. I think she must have a little time with her mother. What do you think?"
While talking, he secretly winked at Harry and the others, and at once they cooperated to take Hermione and other girls out of the ward together.
Little Cathy, who knew from the beginning, didn't make a noise at first, but when she saw that Maca had lifted a patient who was inconvenient to move, and she was leaving with other patients, she finally couldn't help calling:
"Ma, Maca?"
No matter how mature and sensible Kathy is, or whether she is one of the creators at this opportunity, she is always a very precocious child.
From her seemingly indifferent shout, Maca heard an imperceptible tremor.
As for Mrs. Pierce, who stood aside, she would not understand the true meaning of Little Cathy's name. Without knowing her, she just thought that her daughter was upset that everyone was leaving.
"Well, help Mr. Woods out for me ..."
After handing the patient at hand to another patient with minor injuries, Maca stopped and slowly turned back to Little Cathy's bed.
"Ma'am, just my words, is it okay to stay?"
Seeing her daughter reach out and grab Maca's sleeve, Mrs. Pierce nodded silently.
"That will trouble you, Mr. McLean."
Maca could feel that her sleeve was tightly clasped by Cathy's little hand-what kind of expression was she now? Maca didn't look down.
After that, the ward suddenly fell into silence. Only Mrs. Pierce's breathing sound containing tension was proof that the space was not frozen.
After about two or three minutes, the lady finally spoke.
"Little Cathy, my mother didn't want to tell you about this ... Mr. McLean told me that even the last memories are often more remorseful than nothing."
"So, in order not to make you regret it in the future, my mother decided to tell you this fact."
At this point, Mrs. Pierce had no reason to let herself go. I saw that she didn't care about Maca, and she opened the waist strap silently, and then let her coat fall to the ground.
And at that moment, her upper body was immediately exposed to the air. It can be seen that, apart from the outer robe just now, her extremely thin upper body was not wearing any clothes, but was wrapped tightly by a bandage.
Secretly, you can even see from the gap between the bandages that a trace of black translucent flames are slightly detected from time to time, like a living thing, without wind.
Yes, the serious injury was imminent, but in fact it was Mrs. Pierce.
This was the terrible consequence of the black flame she had used her body to protect Little Cathy in the disaster in London.
For this reason, her soul suffered a major injury that was difficult to cure even Maca, but Cathy just injured an arm.
However, although she thought that Little Cathy had fainted at the time, she did not expect that Little Cathy had already deeply buried that scene into her heart.
"My daughter ... Mom may not be able to stay with you for too long."
As Mrs. Pierce said just now, this reality, although cruel, is something that will sooner or later be known to Little Cathy. Rather than concealing the sudden impact in exchange for a brief peace, the mother and daughter might as well make the last meaningful memory in the last period of time.
What's more, Little Cathy always knew the truth, but it was the wife herself who was caught in the drum.
"Big brother, I know you must have done your best. The bad guys are just those black monsters on the street. But, please help me and let my mother tell the truth! I don't want her to be so painful in my heart It's ... "
Maca still remembers that when he was checking on Little Cathy a few days ago, and Mrs. Pierce was just going to the restaurant to buy lunch, the exceptionally sensible little girl whispered to herself.
To be honest, the little girl was surprised at how smart and sensible she was. Even though she has many childish places like her peers, she can see a lot of things with her smart eyes.
For example, in order to prevent her from being aware of her injuries, Mrs. Pierce asked Maca to treat her outside.
But more than once, Little Cathy easily saw the rules, and even struggled to get into the bed and peered at the process that Maca treated her mother.
And that's exactly what happened. Of course, Maca also immediately discovered the action of Little Cathy, and this was the secret communication and planning of the two.
However, little Cathy's strength was limited after all, so she could not help but secretly call him when Marca was about to leave.
Maybe she found out subconsciously that she needed someone to bear this unparalleled pain with her. Otherwise, she will probably collapse on the spot when she sees her mother say the so-called "truth."
"mom!"
When Mrs. Pierce's unusually unusual upper body was showing up, and when Mrs. Pierce said she was running out of time, Little Cathy rushed to her and couldn't help hugging her.
"Mom, how can ... how can this be, why ..."
Slightly lowering her head, Maca looked at the folds of the cuffs, but she did not raise her eyes for a short time.
He understood that Little Cathy was not suppressing her acting at this time, she was really calling for the injustice of this world.
"Why" has long lost his father and husband's Pierce family, and now will be taken away by a mother. This world, how could it be so ruthless.
Seriously, Maca would also like to know the answer to this question-if there is a pair of hands manipulating the world, then what kind of ghost is the owner of those hands thinking about?
He even wondered why he was thrown into this colorful but extremely real world?
"Mom ... Cathy can understand, Cathy doesn't cry ... So don't cry, okay?"
Maca heard the words ~ EbookFREE.me ~ looked up suddenly.
It turned out that in the silence, Mrs. Pierce had already been in tears.
He stood still for a moment, watching the mother and daughter hug each other, and Maca knew that Little Cathy didn't need him now.
So he left the ward quietly without making any noise.
"Let them stay there for a while! Let's not bother them," said Maca in the corridor calmly, "go, let's go to the tea room and cup of afternoon tea on the sixth floor."
He was talking, and when he saw the corner of the corridor in the distance, he ran out of a figure-Sirius.
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