Chapter 2241

After the rain, St. Martins Island is a little more fresh than before. There are still drops of water hanging on the leaves and branches, shining crystal brilliance in the morning light. The island is not big, and the sea surface in the distance can be vaguely seen without looking at it, and it is sparkling with the breeze on the sea.

It's just a pity, if the sky can clear up this day, it will definitely be a wonderful picture of the wind and the sun. But recently, the weather is either raining or on the way to rain. Even though the rain has just stopped, the sky is still cloudy and it is difficult to see a clear sky.

At this very moment, Hermione and Delphine were walking under this unpleasant gloomy sky, wanting to take a walk to adjust their not so peaceful mood before the coming tomorrow.

The dirt road under their feet was muddy, but neither of them felt much. It can be seen that the mud in their hearts is far more muddy than this small country dirt path.

Delphi?

After walking for a long time, among the two who kept silent all the time, someone finally couldn't bear to break the increasingly obscure atmosphere between them.

Yeah. Delphi responded.

Delphie, Hermione continued cautiously after seeing her respond, You...you seem to know a lot more about Maca than I do—it should have been like this since a long time ago. Of course, although I am curious and concerned, I also know that there must be reasons for you and Maka not to tell me and everyone else... To be honest, even if I can’t fully trust you, at least I still believe in Maka. The choice of card... so I won't insist on chasing you to ask about some things.

Having said that, Hermione paused for a moment, and Delphi only gave a soft hmm when she saw this.

After Hermione heard it, she couldn't help showing a wry smile, shook her head before continuing:

But... Delphi, is there not even one thing you can tell me? For example, when you asked to go to London before, I remember you mentioned it at that time, and you said that Maca might be in London , Thinking about it now, you seem to have guessed that Maca is the Lord of the Living Corpse since then, right?

After saying these words, there was a long silence between the two of them. Delphi didn't say anything immediately, she just stopped and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and looked around.

There are two small villages on St. Martins Island, one west and one east. The names of these two villages are also very simple. They are low town and high town according to their terrain.

At this moment, Hermione and Delphine were walking in the high town that was relatively east of the wasteland. There were some farms and houses on both sides of this dirt road that were not densely packed.

There are also sporadic one or two small shops.

The rains have been frequent recently, and the way in and out of the island has been lost. The villagers are all nestled in their homes, and these shops are naturally closed.

Delphi caught a glimpse of a small dilapidated bar by the side of the road. On the surface, it looked the same as the nearby houses, except that there was an old wooden signboard with wine glasses hanging under the eaves, which did not clearly indicate the identity of the place.

Looking in from the window, you can see that the owner of this small bar is cleaning up some of the remains of glasses and plates that may have been left by the noise of last night. It seems that the villagers in Gaozhen have nowhere to go these days, but the business of this bar is much more prosperous than usual.

After a glance, Delphi turned to look at Hermione and said:

Sit down and talk?

There's no need to disturb others, right?

Hermione was a little hesitant. After all, just because she chose this island as the place to negotiate with the Lord of the Living Corpses, she always felt a little sorry for the Muggle residents on the island. In case of a battle, these residents will probably be the most unlucky.

However, the wasteland on the east side of St. Martins Island is flat and open, which is very suitable for arranging a large rune pattern. During these three days, she didn't have many better choices.

However, after feeling that she didn't want to disturb the residents at the first moment, Hermione's eyes glanced at the beer glass on the signboard, and for some reason, she suddenly wanted to drink a cup of fragrant butter beer.

I don't know if there are any here.

Thinking of this, Hermione finally nodded and said softly:

okay then!

Crack.

The small bar, which had been closed early this morning, opened its doors again to this special pair of guests. Delphi stepped into the door first, stepped on the old wooden floor, and made a creak sound. softly.

Misleading—

Before the bar owner who was wiping the table could subconsciously say something, a confusion spell fell on him, and the Muggle owner with two mustaches just stood there blankly.

Seeing this, Hermione, who came in behind, pursed her lips slightly, and then said hesitantly:

Boss, do you have butter beer here?

...

It was only natural that this little pub in an island town didn't have butterbeer. After all, this kind of drink can be made by yourself at home, and the residents on the island are also used to a slow-paced and hands-on life. The shops on the island—including this bar, have always only bought some things that the people on the island cannot make by themselves. thing.

Hermione and Delphine sat on the window seat, each sipping the wine they didn't usually drink, and there was a long period of silence.

Hermione was waiting, and Delphi seemed to be waiting for something too.

After a while, Delphi subconsciously touched something hanging on her chest, and then said quietly with lowered eyes:

Miss Granger, I remember that I also said before that there are some things that I cannot say. I know, it may not be so fair to you to say this, after all, what are you working hard these days for? , I saw it too.

It's okay. Hermione shook her head, put down the wine glass in her hand, and smiled more or less reluctantly, It's like before people dared not call Voldemort by his name. At first, I just thought it was people's name. Fear—many people seem to think so. But in fact, Voldemort also did research on the magic of names, and he cast a spell on his own name... This is probably why people began to avoid his name The original reason. So you don't want to say, at least I can understand.

There are actually quite a few things like this in the history of magic, so in the magic world, the word secrecy often represents more than just a secret itself, and there may be a hidden danger of losing one's life.

At least you have no ill will towards me and us all, because you are Maca's friend. Hermione said at the end.

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