Chapter 1000

"Miss pierce... Why don't you go and have a rest first?"

In fact, Boehner had already found little Cathy's absentmindedness.

Especially when smeszek was still there, little Cathy was obviously distracted. So that when smeszek left the dean's room, she didn't react in time.

But this seems to be taken for granted - little Cathy has just lost her mother. How can she feel better?

Therefore, he did not expect that what was bothering the child was not the death of his mother, but the words of an unidentified person.

"Rest?" little Cathy was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded and said, "well... OK. Sorry, Mr. Boehner, I insisted on asking you to bring me here, but now..."

When Boehner heard the speech, he immediately interrupted:

"No, no, it's nothing. Go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and some snacks! Just say it's my treat!"

"Oh, how can that work, I --" "Dudu."

Before little Cathy finished her words, suddenly, several light knocks sounded from the door.

"Mr. Boehner, I hear you've come back, haven't you?"

"Oh, Mr. McLean?"

When Boehner heard this, he immediately wanted to respond, but little Cathy suddenly stood up from her chair. And then she hurried to hide behind the landing curtain behind Boehner after hastily motioning Boehner not to speak.

Obviously, this curtain is not only very thick, but also very long. It looks very suitable for Tibetans.

Boehner watched the child slip away and get there. He was stunned at first, but then he seemed to recall his youth and smiled a little nostalgic.

"I'm still a child!"

After murmuring so secretly, he said to the door:

"Mr. McLean, please come in!"

As Boehner spoke, the door also opened, revealing the figure of Marca standing outside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Boehner... I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

I saw Marka coming to the desk while greeting. Although his tone still sounded so relaxed, it could be seen from his slightly faster pace that he didn't just come to visit and chat this time.

But as he said this casually, a pair of eyes looked out at the curtain behind Boehner.

"Well?"

Even though Marca suddenly wondered why little Cathy hid behind the curtain, he didn't break it immediately. After a little doubt, he went on:

"Mr. Boehner, first of all, I have to thank your hospital for lending me the potion preparation room - it's really very grateful! In addition, because time is tight, I'll say it straight... I have to ask your hospital for another help."

Seeing that Maka was serious, Boehner also temporarily put aside the matter of little Cathy and nodded seriously:

"What we San Mungo can help is to treat the sick and save people? This is our job. If you need it, please speak at any time."

But who knows, Maka put her hand at this time.

"Oh, well --" he said, "it can be said to save people. After all, that's one of my purposes. But what I want to ask the St. Mungo therapist to do is some nursing work... And I have to say, it may be dangerous."

"Nursing?" said boerserton puzzled. "Of course, it's also within the scope of our hospital, but what's the danger? Is it a strong infectious disease?"

"Ah, no, not so..."

After denying Boehner's speculation, Maka briefly introduced the Muggles that would soon be sent by the Ministry of magic to Auror.

In order to facilitate understanding, he simply explained the Muggles with hidden things in their souls as a group of patients affected by dark magic who may commit murder to the people around them.

Because once the mysterious substances hidden in the human soul are successfully integrated into the soul, even Maka can't peel them off again, so he can only isolate the Muggles for the time being.

"... simply put, that's it."

After a general explanation, Maka said:

"Because I'm not sure if that kind of dark magic will suddenly give those Muggle patients powerful power. So I have to ask your hospital to send therapists to the dungeon of the Ministry of magic to take care of them - at that time, the Ministry of magic will also let Auror and beaters stay on patrol to ensure the personal safety of both patients and therapists sent by your hospital."

"OK, I'll choose some therapists in our hospital to go to the Ministry of magic on standby..." Boehner said, but then apologized, "but Mr. McLean, you know, the therapists in our hospital and the hospital are also employed. If it's really dangerous, I have to get their own consent..."

Obviously, this is actually why Maka specially took the Muggle old lady to San Mungo instead of going directly to black's old house for inspection.

Because after finding out what was in the old man's soul, he had to hurry up and come to see Boehner himself.

After all, if the Ministry of magic were to do this, the whole process would be a little too slow.

"Of course, I can understand that. Just as soon as possible."

At this time, Maka doesn't have to be polite. But after a little urging, he turned and walked to the door.

"I'll trouble you, Mr. Boehner," he said as he walked. "I have something to do next. I'll leave first... Thank you."

Behind the curtain, little Cathy bit her lips and stood there silently.

When she heard that Maka was ready to leave, she was still very contradictory. There was an impulse to drive her out and call each other, but she subconsciously refused to let those words like prophecy come true.

However, just as Maka twisted the door handle and opened the door, he suddenly turned around again. The pair of pens looked straight at the curtain, and little Cathy seemed to feel it clearly across the curtain.

"By the way, beautiful Cathy," said Marca lengbuding, "do you want to live in France for a while? There are a group of children about your age who are going there. I think you can also go and have a look. It's very beautiful there, and there's a big castle, I think..."

"No, wait! Don't say it yet -"

When little Cathy heard this, she finally couldn't help jumping out.

She waved her hands and interrupted Maka's invitation. At that moment, you can even see a trace of inexplicable panic in her eyes behind her hands.

"Huh?"

You know, the little girl is usually very calm and can maintain her inner strength even before her mother's death. In that case, what else could make her behave so panic?

"Little Cathy..." Marca quickly walked up to her, squatted down slightly and pressed her shoulder. "What happened? You know, you can tell me anything."

"Mr. McLean..."

Future events are often unpredictable, so sometimes people feel afraid when they know what will happen in the future.

In particular, the future is clearly expressed from a certain population.

Because of this, when Voldemort learned about his prophecy, he immediately wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was most likely the boy in the prophecy.

"I was... In front of my mother's grave..."

Little Cathy didn't know what to say, let alone whether she should say it or not. Because just now, the prediction of the windbreaker wizard really came true!

Then, will the remaining words become a fact?

If you speak the "language" now, will it have any unknown impact?

It is because she is far more intelligent than her peers that she feels at a loss. How can she understand the future?

"Cathy... Cathy?"

Maka patted her on the shoulder, so that she finally turned her attention back to herself.

"Can't you trust me? If you believe me, say it!" he said with a gentle smile. "Don't worry, if it will cause any trouble, let me solve it."

It was this smile - when little Cathy was very distressed about her mother, it was this smile that relaxed her tight heart, and the words that had been held in her heart were vented.

After that, although mother finally left herself forever, at least she left with a smile.

Now, even if what bothers me is another completely different thing, but... If I say it to him, maybe I can get a good result!

"In fact, I met a man in front of my mother's grave... The man was wearing a dark windbreaker and a hat with a wide brim, so people couldn't see what kind of face was hidden underneath..."

Under the guidance of Marca, little Cathy seemed to give up her thinking completely and whispered about her dialogue with the strange wizard.

Although her expression still became a little nervous when she repeated the other party's "prophecy". But Maka held her hands lightly, but gave her the strength to go on.

However, little Cathy seemed to be completely relaxed, but Marca frowned with her statements.

prophet? prophesy?

As he listened, he shook his head, but his eyes suddenly became deeper and deeper.