Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2648: The Prophet

"Has another group of warriors arrived in Hogsmeade? I see... let them rest here for now! Remember to take three rune cards from the cabinet at the door and bring them to their leader... OK Yes, thank you! Good luck to you too."

Watching a liaison wizard leave the door again, Hermione sighed as she watched the dusty back of the other party. But after that, she lowered her head again and devoted herself to the complicated job of making as many gravity trap rune cards as possible.

At the window next to the wall not far from her, the old housekeeper who came here as a guest had already taken over some of the work that belonged to Hermione at this time.

Having been a housekeeper all his life, he has almost no obstacles in handling these coordinating tasks, and is even more proficient than Hermione most of the time.

However, Hermione seemed to be more and more silent despite the fact that the efficiency was more than one step higher than before.

Because, after the previous conversation, another invisible shadow had already covered her heart, making her feel flustered.

Fortunately, she still remembers it anyway, and now she is the person who can't panic the most, no one. So she had to keep all the anxiety in her heart, and only when there were only two people in the room did she sigh softly to relieve her depression.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, there was only a brief whisper from Hermione.

The next moment, she stopped the tip of the pen, then threw the half-drawn card into the wastebasket aside, and habitually took a new blank card and put it in front of her eyes on the desktop.

Then, she put down the quill for a moment, and then slowly straightened her upper body.

"Has there been any news from Harry and the others?"

She murmured to herself, while gently kneading a few times with her left hand on her right forearm, which had been holding the pen and writing, the feeling of soreness made her frown indiscernibly.

Of course the old housekeeper on the other side heard her words. But the old man obviously understood that she just wanted to talk to herself like this, and didn't want anyone to answer her.

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After all, even if Sarah's contact is here, she doesn't know whether she should go or not... Well, she must go, otherwise, Harry and the others will inevitably be in a desperate situation. But if you want to say that the original plan was completed... To be honest, after learning the information about "Witch Kern" from the old housekeeper, the certainty in her heart has been completely reduced to the lowest point.

"Mr. Steward," as expected, Hermione quickly put the drip aside, turned her head and said, "Your family's reinforcements should be arriving soon, right?"

"Well, it's almost time for—"

As the old man said this, he suddenly saw an owl-like patron saint flying in from the window and quickly and silently stopped on the edge of the window on the side of his desk.

Following, a stream of French flowed out of the silvery owl. The old butler tilted his head and listened for a while, and then watched the other party deftly flutter his wings and fly to the sky again, and said at the same time:

"It's a coincidence that the main force sent a message saying that it will arrive near Hogsmeade in about half an hour. In addition, five reconnaissance teams have already rushed to the predetermined frontline positions, and 15 elite teams have also arrived. On the way, I left the team and rushed freely to help the weak point of the front line given by Sirius..."

While speaking, the old butler had already resumed the task at hand, and he was still calm without the slightest confusion, which is evident in his ability.

Hermione listened to his narration seriously and thought about it carefully before saying:

"Thank you for your family's help all the time! Without the help of the Blois family in various forms so far, it is impossible for us to get to where we are today... even if we are desperate. It seems that we have always followed in our footsteps, but at least, it is your family and everyone who has helped us, so that we have enough courage to get to where we are now."

"Mr. McLean's kindness to the Blois family is far greater than what we have done. Both Mr. Patriarch and I think so." Hearing the words, the old butler raised his head. He smiled, "What's more, in the face of this disaster, who is qualified to stay out of it?"

"Maca's kindness... ah!"

Hermione's mouth repeated this subconsciously, and then suddenly, as if thinking of something, she reached out and grabbed the beaded bag she had placed on the far side of the desk. On the way, she dropped a stack of documents on the floor. She didn't even bother to pay attention to it. After pulling the small bag over, she opened the zipper and hurriedly rummaged through it.

In fact, you don't have to look very carefully, because the things have just been put in. Not long after, when her right hand was pulled out of the bag, a freshly cut wand with a rough surface to the touch lay quietly in her gently spread palm.

"The Elder Wand?"

The old housekeeper was taken aback for a moment when he saw it, and then frowned~IndoMTL.com~ was taken aback again.

Hermione nodded slightly.

"Yes, Elder Wand. But it's just a model, sir, and my name is engraved on the handle of the wand..." She raised her hand to show it, "But it was made by Maca herself. Gave it to me, not too long ago, on our way here."

"From Mr. McLean?"

The old butler seemed to realize something, but the doubt on his face became stronger, and soon, there was a dignified expression in his expression.

"Mr. also thought about it." Hermione looked at the other party's expression and said, "That's right, I just thought of it too...Mr. said that Maca took the time to make this for me on the way here, didn't she? ...What does it mean? You know, he is a person who always does things with deep meaning, which is unexpected and unpredictable. And afterward, he can always prove that he is right..."

"...This is also the reason why, Miss Granger, after encountering 'something like that', you can still maintain a minimum level of trust in Lord McLean?"

After saying such a sentence, the old butler thought while Hermione was silent for a while:

"I probably understand what the lady is trying to say... Yes, if it is Mr. McLean, no matter how small it is, it cannot be easily ignored. Not to mention, it is one of the Three Hallows of Death. . . . at this time, even if it is only a figurative 'model', it deserves our utmost care."

The two just mentioned the Deathly Hallows in their conversation, but not long ago, Maca had cut an "Elder Wand" and gave it to Hermione, one of the conversants.

How can such a coincidence happen?

Even though the sequence is quite contradictory, it still inevitably makes the two fall into deep thought.