Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The old butler and Mr. Blois have already gone to talk with Mrs. Maxim to the principal's room.

In order to act more efficiently in the future, it is certainly not wrong to find more help.And if you want to say who has the most weight here and who can speak the most about Mrs. Maxim, then it is natural to count the two of them.

However, Hermione, who had originally planned to express her attitude with the past, did not choose to participate in the conversation with Mrs. Maxim in the end.

At the same time, she was not with anyone else, just followed Safina to the other party's room alone.

"Miss Granger, don't you? I know you—you are a classmate of Mr. McLean."

After the two sat down, the maid Larson, who had come back first, made a pot of tea for them, and then Safina took the lead to speak.

After a short pause, I saw her continue:

"By the way, I still know that you should be asking how I met Mr. McLean? Because you seem... as if looking for him?"

Hermione listened to Safina's guessing, and she nodded slightly when the other party was finished.

"Yes," she said, "I am a classmate of Maca, and I do plan to find him. It's just that these are just my personal affairs. And this time we act collectively, the ultimate goal is to deal with Helbo-looking for Maca is just a way to try to defeat Helbo."

What's more, besides looking for Maca, Wei Li, who had escaped everyone inexplicably before, is the object of the most worried friends.

Of course, Hermione did not deliberately explain this.

On the other side, Safina nodded after hearing Hermione's words:

"Okay! But I still have to say... Yes, we just met with Mr. McLean not long ago. He saved my sister and me and protected our hometown. You know, we were before that. To him, it's even just a stranger."

With that said, she suddenly paused briefly:

"However, if you want to know the whereabouts of Mr. McLean from me, unfortunately, I can't give you a definite answer."

At this point, Safina did not hide too much from Hermione, and naturally told Hermione the whole process of meeting and separating her from Maca...

"and many more!"

Before Safina could finish speaking, Hermione, who was hearing her on the way, interrupted her narration suddenly, and said in surprise:

"Are you a descendant of Geoffrey? Your sister is a prophet of this generation? Oh, I read in a book, and your ancestors are also famous in the Muggle world!"

"Well, that's the case. I have been proud of it since I was a child." Safina nodded and said, "But obviously, in today's situation, prophecy will only make people feel more confused. ."

For Safina's words, Hermione could only shrug her shoulders slightly and smile non-committal.

I remember that when she was still in Hogwarts school, Hermione didn't like divination lessons very much, and naturally she dismissed things like "prophecy" even more.

However, after experiencing so many things, she who has seen Trelawney make real predictions, seems to have become more and more convinced of this kind of inexplicable stuff.

But right now, she obviously didn't interrupt Safina for this reason.

"Miss, I remember you just said that Maca was with your sister before separating from you?" Hermione said, "I don't know, did your sister come to Boothbarton? I want to see her—you My sister is the last person to see Maca and a prophet. She should know more, right?"

"You want to see Ursula?" Safina hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head. "No, in fact, Ursula is not in a very good state. I only hope that she has these few days. Be able to rest quietly! So, just ask me if you have any questions, but Ursula, please don't disturb her."

Safina spoke very earnestly, which made Hermione feel a little unwilling, but she was too embarrassed to ask to see her sister again.

There was a moment of silence, and Hermione watched Safina stretch out her hand on the mask and flicked it on the mask, and then temporarily removed the lower part of the mask.

Then, she picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip.

But Hermione didn't care about it and any tea.Seeing that the other party didn't want to say anything more, she hesitated for a while, then stood up and planned to leave.

But at this moment, the two saw Ms. Larson who had just poured tea for them, and suddenly opened the door of a room on the inside and walked out.

"Miss Granger, the lady knows that you want to see her, so please go over and tell her."

"Ursula?"

Safina was stunned when she heard the words. Seeing Hermione turned around and looked at herself again, she had to nod her head slowly at the other party-since her sister had said everything, then there was something blocking her. The reason?

"please--"

Larson opened the door of the room more, and then reached for Hermione's hand.

"Thank you."

Hermione nodded slightly, then entered the room as she thought.

"Miss Granger, first of all please forgive me for not being able to meet you in my true colors-trust me, this kind of conversation will make our conversation smoother..."

As soon as she entered the room, Hermione saw the bed covered with curtains at first glance.The gauze tents overlapped several layers, covering Ursula on the bed so tightly that Hermione couldn't see what it was inside.

But compared to the Norwegian Royal Palace...or rather, compared to Ursula’s previous room, this place is obviously much brighter-the windows in the room are open very wide, and the wind from the outside flows in leisurely through the windows. , Blow the gauze tent gently.

It can be said that although Maca is like a short visitor in Ursula's life, it has brought her a huge change.

Ursula nowadays, at least when others come to her room, there is no longer a gloomy feeling.

"Miss," Hermione stood in front of the bed and nodded slightly, "Of course, if you wish to talk like this, I have no opinion. Because I just want to know if Maca is really in the UK at the moment. And...Miss, Safina told me that you are a prophet, so... I wonder if I can ask you to make a prediction for me?"

Hermione said, staring at the curtain on the bed, as if she wanted to see it through.

In the gauze tent, Ursula groaned slightly.

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