Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1245: Invisible anxiety

　　 "Oh, I think I should go now, everyone, please continue to eat! I will...not disturb."

　　 Bo Enser glanced over the hospital bed again, and then turned away hurriedly. Ron, who was standing at the door, saw that his expression seemed a little confused and hesitant when he went out.

　　 "The Dean?"

　　 "Ah! McLean... Mr.?"

　　 In the corridor outside, Boenser suddenly and accidentally ran into Maca coming back from Diagon Alley. It can be found that although he was still smiling when he saw Maca, his smile was more stiff.

　　 "It just happens to be lunch time! Mr. McLean, the sausage and mashed potatoes are being served below, I don’t know if you saw it when you came up..." Boenser was still thinking about the doubts just now, almost Subconsciously, "Seriously, the taste is not bad, I will let someone give you one."

　　 "No, no, I'm not hungry."

　　Maca looked at the strange look on Boenser’s face for one more time, then nodded slightly at the other party, and then passed by.

　　Because Bo Ense has just come out, the door of the ward has not been closed yet, which saves him the time to open the door.

　　 To be honest, if the door is closed now, he will definitely have to make some mental preparations outside the door. After all, he really didn't dare to see Luna's pale little face right now.

　　 "Maca, you are back!"

　　 As soon as I saw Maca appear at the door, Ron, who was closest to this side, greeted him immediately.

　　 "How? What's the situation outside now... Have you met Harry and Neville?"

　　 "Well, they are now at the Broken Cauldron Bar, guarding the entrance."

　　Maca said as he walked in, but he couldn’t help but shifted his gaze to the direction of the hospital bed—the more he dared not look, but the more he couldn’t help it, that’s why he even It's a bit difficult to step in here.

　　 forcibly moved his gaze away from Luna's face. He glanced around the room a bit, passing everyone's faces one by one. Suddenly, everyone was a little confused by him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

　　 After a while, I saw that Maca's sight finally fell on Pansy who was sitting in a corner.

　　 Obviously, although she is now completely on Maca's side, Hermione and the others have gradually recognized her as a new companion in Slytherin College. But after all, she was not very friendly to Hermione, Ron and others before, and she seemed a little out of place in this Gryffindor ward these past two days.

　　"Miss Parkinson...well, you can eat first! After lunch, I think I need you to accompany me and take me to a place."

　　"Uh...Me?" Pansy nodded in a daze, "Of course, no problem. But...Where do I need to take you?"

　　"I'll talk about this later!" Maca waved his hand, "You eat first."

　　 After saying that, Maca looked back into the corridor outside the door for a moment as if he had remembered something.

　　 "Mr. Boenser came just now, did you say anything?"

　　 "Well, I didn't say anything special!" Ron said, "I just looked at it and said hello...Oh, according to Hermione's guess, I think he should be here to confirm if we have Have a good meal."

　　 "What do you mean!" Hermione at the bedside heard the words and immediately interrupted, "Maca, it's actually like this—"

　　 So, Hermione told Maca about the food ration plan that St. Mungo had implemented from this meal and the "preferential treatment" they received. While listening, Maca nodded slightly, and finally thought about it:

　　 "Well, there is nothing wrong with your consideration, so let's do it!"

　　Hermione may have wished Maca to say a few more words on this question, but Maca simply agreed, and then closed his mouth and said nothing.

　　 Other friends may not feel anything, but Hermione has noticed Maca’s mood at this time from such tiny signs—perhaps it is still because Luna, Maca seems quite uncomfortable in this ward .

　　 probably because Maca was waiting at the door without a word, Pansy ate this lunch very quickly, and it didn't take long before he stuffed the mashed potatoes and sausage in the lunch box into his stomach.

　　 "That...I'm ready to eat."

　　 "Oh... Take a drink! Don't worry... I'll wait for you outside."

　　 Although Maca said "Don't worry," he turned and walked out first. When Pansy saw this, he couldn't take care of it anymore, and hurriedly ran after him.

　　Everyone who stayed in the ward watched the two of them leave one after another, and all subconsciously followed the back of the two of them leaving, and looked out the door with a little doubt.

　　 Hermione saw Ron who was standing at the door seemingly wanting to follow him out, and immediately stopped him.

　　 "Don't go."

　　 "Huh?" Ron heard the words, and immediately paused, "What's the matter?"

　　 "Anyway, don't go," Hermione shook her head, "Don't delay Maca's time."

　　……

　　"Miss Parkinson, should your parents be at home now? Take me to your house, I want to ask them something."

　　 As Hermione thought, Maca's time is not enough right now, and he needs to find a working time converter as soon as possible.

　　 As a pure-blooded family, the Parkinson family once again had an unhealthy ancestor who served as the Minister of Magic in the middle of the eighteenth century. Although the minister named "Perseus" had only served one term and was never re-elected, just one term was more than enough for some private matters.

　　 So Maca was thinking, it might be a good idea to start with their home~IndoMTL.com~.

　　 "Oh, my father and brother may still be in the Ministry of Magic...but my mother should be at home."

　　 "Well, as long as someone is there!"

　　Maca said as he walked downstairs with Pansy, and quickly left St Mungo in the sight of the many asylum seekers downstairs and the support team such as Akinbad.

　　 "McLean...Professor."

　　 "Huh?" Maca said casually, "What's the matter?" while taking out a broom and handing it to her.

　　 "It's...My mother has a bad temper, and her attitude may make you angry," Pansy whispered, "Look, should you go to the Ministry of Magic to find my father first? He should be better speaking Some."

　　 "No, I don't think it's necessary," Maca shook his head when he heard it, "I'm in a hurry."

　　 "Then... alright!"

　　 Pansy feels a little unsure in her heart. To be honest, she is already imagining the scene of Maca arguing with her mother.

　　, you know, my mother is actually a typical pure-bloodist, and she is far from the tolerance and long-term vision of her father.

　　 But with these words, Pansy really doesn’t know how to tell Maca—that’s her mother after all!

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