Chapter 2501 Weird Peace

It was pitch black, every inch of the castle was filled with darkness. Even though it was not yet night outside, and it was not covered by thick clouds like other places in the UK, the still bright sunshine was ruthlessly blocked out, not even a trace of it could penetrate.

The black, like mist and ashes, seems to swallow everything here, and it also swallows the vision of everyone who dares to step here without authorization.

However, at this moment, Maca, who was walking among them, still walked steadily and calmly. Even though his eyes have become a pair of decorations without exception, the magic power perception that has become more acute after obtaining this demon body is enough for him to see the world without eyes anymore. It's clearer than ever.

Tap, tap, tap... tap.

The place Maca was going to was actually not too far from the gate, and soon, in the black mist, he stopped in front of a hall door. Then, seeing that he didn't knock on the door or anything, he just stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, and then walked in without hesitation.

This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts, or...was. The tables, chairs, blankets, and candles here are all too familiar to him.

But now, the familiar scene is long gone. Even the magic ceiling that has fascinated generations of young wizards—including Maca himself—can no longer reflect the blue sky outside, and the sky hanging above Maca’s head at this time , is just a dark gray.

However, unlike other places in the castle, in this huge auditorium, it was empty without any smog.

So Maca opened his eyes.

That woman can't see through the vision perceived by magic power alone. Standing in front of her, it is more reliable to be honest and use the eyes. The moment Maca opened her eyes, the figure of the witch Kern, who did not exist in the induction, immediately appeared in the depths of the auditorium. In the dim hall, only a candle was burning there, exuding a faint brilliance. It illuminated her beautiful half of her face.

Kern was sitting at a round stone table right now, flipping through a book, and the candle stood on the table in an unremarkable manner, which looked abrupt but inexplicably unpretentious.

The witch Kern seemed unaware of Maca's arrival. Of course, to be more accurate, perhaps it should be no surprise.

You're back.

After all, ancient Greek was a bit unfamiliar to Maca, but he, who specialized in ancient magic literature enough to become a professor at Hogwarts, obviously didn't understand it. What's more, this is not the first time he has talked with the other party.

Yeah, I'm back.

Maca acted very calmly, or rather casually. He responded casually, walked over on his own as if he had returned home, and then sat down opposite Kern.

Anger, arrogance, and lust have returned to their places. Maca also picked up a book that was casually placed on the table, flipping through it casually, with the same tone as he was speaking at the moment.

Opposite him, the woman who always wore the ancient Greek costume was even more plain than him.

I feel...you're efficient.

Maca smiled slightly upon hearing this.

After all, the person holding that sword is an acquaintance of mine, and so are the people around him. Let them do something,

Not difficult for me. At this point, he suddenly paused, and then added as if, Even though they don't seem to agree with our approach.

It was also at this moment that the witch Kern finally raised her head and glanced quietly at Maca who was sitting across the table.

It seems that you failed to convince those friends of yours.

Didn't I say it a long time ago? Maca listened, shrugged and said, Even if I can agree with your idea, or even help you to do it, this matter will probably not be perfect—except 'Forcing', I'm afraid there are no other words to define this plan.

Kern, however, shook his head slightly.

You didn't 'agree'.

Maca seemed to be calm when she heard what she said, and immediately nodded and said:

Okay! Yes, it's not 'agree', at most... it can only be regarded as 'agree'! If there is almost no room for redemption, I will not agree to you, let alone help you.

“…There’s nothing wrong with being true to your ideals.”

When these words were spoken, the witch Kern was no longer looking at Maca. And Maca is actually very clear at this time, the woman in front of her doesn't care whether others agree with her point of view - if she cared, she wouldn't have remained the same when many wizards strongly opposed her and even repeatedly attacked her. He was stubborn, and finally embarked on the journey that was almost a point of no return without hesitation.

As she puts it at the moment, stay true to your ideals, which is what she always does.

The voice gradually settled down, and the dim auditorium returned to silence. Both of them were flipping through the pages of the book, not knowing whether they read it or not.

After a while, Maca spoke again, breaking the silence again.

By the way, there is also gluttony, which has already been solved in half.

To his words, the witch Kern didn't respond immediately. After a few seconds, she gave a soft huh.

He shouldn't be suspicious yet. Maca seemed to know what she meant, and added.

Kern obviously still didn't care very much, this time he didn't even raise his head.

It's up to you.

Maca nodded, and finally stopped talking completely. After staying for a while, after he read about a dozen pages of the book, he put down the book and stood up, and left without even saying hello.

He was not stopped by anything.

...

The cloud above the head is still thick, just like the hearts of Hermione and others who are flying in mid-air at this moment.

Everything experienced in the main hall of Buckingham Palace last night made everyone feel extremely complicated and heavy... It can even be said to be suffering. Many things come to mind now after the event, and even though I can finally think about it more calmly, I still don't have much clue.

Is that Maca?

There is no doubt that it should really be Maca—even if it has completely changed its appearance, most of the people here are all too familiar with each other, so how can they admit their mistake?

But... that's not Maca.

Let’s not talk about the crazy and terrible plan that the other party said at the beginning, because even if there is any reason, the Maca that everyone knows will never do such a thing-he really killed the living corpse girl!

……hateful.

In mid-air, Hermione, who was flying at high speed on a broom, couldn't help but let out a low voice. The suppressed voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and became a little distorted in the wind.

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