Chapter 2237 Dialogue Silence

The conference table in the tent of the camp command post was thrown to the tent next door, freeing up a large space for the ice coffin brought back by Ron. And just around the ice coffin, there were quite a few people sitting or standing at the moment, but almost all of them kept their mouths tightly shut and remained silent, making the air in the tent seem to gradually freeze.

Although there were many people in the tent, it was eerily quiet.

But it's worth mentioning that the pair of twin living corpses who followed Ron were also in the tent at this time. This pair of siblings with special identities stood side by side on the small piece of ground between the ice coffin and the entrance of the tent, because everyone in the tent was still vigilant against them, and no one wanted to get too far away from them. So at this moment, the pair of siblings seemed somewhat lonely.

It's just... Of course, no one will pity them, because they are living corpses! It's a high-level zombie! Even though they had roughly figured out their purpose before letting them in, the living corpses were always living corpses, and they were the natural enemies of human beings.

However, no matter if it was the enemy or what, in front of the ice coffin, everyone obviously temporarily lost interest in paying attention to them. As long as the strange and suspicious zombie twins don't strike first, everything can be discussed later.

But how back is this back? The dignified atmosphere in the tent made even the living corpses who had just formed some superficial feelings feel more and more depressed.

But since Ron made it clear to Hermione who was in the ice coffin and moved the ice coffin here, no one spoke.

I don't know how long it took before Sarah, who was also standing beside the crowd, suddenly took two steps forward. After wiping away the hoarfrost on the ice coffin with her hand, and taking a deep look at the familiar figure in the ice, she raised her head again, turned her head and looked at the front of the ice coffin, who has remained silent until now. Hermione, who was motionless, said:

Hermione, I think... the most important thing we should do now is to find out the complete cause of Mr. McLean's death.

Maka is not dead.

Perhaps because of not speaking for too long, Hermione's voice became a little hoarse. Just after hearing what Sarah said, she finally spoke up, with a smell of stubbornness, awkwardness, and even a bit willful paranoia.

How could Maca die? Maca is not dead, definitely not dead!

Hermione...

Sarah looked at her with some pity, as if she was worried that she would be hurt by her tone, deliberately gentle and gentle. However, the persuasive words still have to be said, especially in this kind of time when it seems that everyone has forgotten how to open their mouths.

You know,

Just now we—me, Miss Grofeyn, Mr. Blois, Delphi—have checked repeatedly, and this is indeed...Mr. McLean's body. He has fatal wounds, still participating in the wave of magic power, and various tokens including his staff... Hermione, although we all understand that it is very difficult and painful to admit this fact, but... the more At times like this, we... especially you, have to be stronger!

After speaking these words of persuasion to Hermione, Sarah subconsciously glanced at Ron at the end of the ice coffin and the pair of living corpses, with worries deep in her eyes.

In her opinion, the most urgent thing to face now is the other matter mentioned by the two living corpses just now.

As for the death of the Maca in front of me... Indeed, this is a very shocking news, which not only hit everyone's heart, but also became the biggest loss we have suffered so far.

But they are all dead, what else can they do? For Sarah, who has lived for so many years and is already used to life and death, this doesn't seem to be unacceptable.

...But, why?

After speaking, Sarah took two steps back and returned to the crowd, but her eyes still fell on the ice coffin in the middle. Suddenly, she raised her hand and wiped it heavily on her cheek without any trace, then lowered her hand again, gently rubbing the slightly wet and greasy between her fingers, feeling a little dazed for a while.

On the other hand, Sarah's words didn't seem to have much effect. Except for Hermione's stubborn and blunt opening, nothing changed, and the tent soon became quiet again.

Luna... Luna? Are you going to persuade Hermione? Or is she... Luna?

In the corner of the tent, Hannah and Neville were standing together holding hands, and beside Hannah was Luna. After Sarah's persuasion just now, Hannah came back to her senses first—she seemed to want her good friend Luna to persuade Hermione again, after all, Hermione is indispensable in many aspects now, and she cannot So depressed.

But after she yelled twice, and stretched out her hand to pull Luna beside her, she realized that Luna, who seemed to be calm on the surface, was actually more serious at this moment in a daze. Hermione could at least say something, but Luna...

Just when Hannah was anxious and subconsciously wanted to ask someone else to take a look, suddenly, an exceptionally cold hand gently grabbed her palm.

Luna?

Yes, the owner of this cold little hand is Luna, and Hannah can feel it trembling slightly.

And at this moment, another voice suddenly sounded from the crowd on the other side of the ice coffin.

I agree with what Miss Hohenheim said just now...Miss Granger, you must wake up.

As soon as the words were finished, Harry, Ginny and others who were standing in the front over there turned their heads for a glance, and then stepped aside unconsciously, revealing the figure of Delphi standing at the back.

That sentence just now seems to be what she said.

At this moment, Delphi's expression seemed to be quite calm, but the pair of slender eyebrows seemed to be knit together, and the delicate and beautiful face was pale, with no blood visible.

She didn't walk out of the crowd like Sarah did, but she just stood there, with one hand lightly placed on her chest, as if she was holding something, while the other hand was hanging by her side, tightly holding the handle of her wand .

Miss Granger, there are two high-ranking zombies here, as well as the invitation to cooperate and negotiate with the master of the zombies they brought. Although they don't seem to know about Mr. McLean..., but their Master, obviously knows a lot of details. Last time I went to London, I couldn't see each other, so this time, I think we must meet - not only for Mr. McLean, but also to understand the behind the disaster... ...some truth.

Having said that, in fact, Delphi only cares about the former. The truth or something, that's just an excuse to convince Hermione.

Miss Granger? Delphi pursed her lips and raised her voice a little.

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