Chapter 1595

Finally, in the cave under the hutchpatch chamber, Maka fought alone against the stone box all night.

It was not until the eastern sky was white with fish bellies and the owl MafA over the ruins of the castle gave a sad warning that he put away the mysterious stone box that had not been opened after all and returned to the ground again.

"Well?"

Ma FA's song just now was naturally not a blind cry. Ma Ka swept around and soon found some figures on a hillside outside the school.

Seeing this, Maka immediately whistled high into the air, and then pointed to the forbidden forest. The owl MafA, who was still hovering in the air, heard the sound on one side of his head, and then flew straight to the depths of the forbidden forest without looking back, and soon disappeared.

Until now, Maka raised her toes and gently touched the ground. Then she flew up and greeted the group of figures approaching here.

When the two sides got closer, Maka found that it was a group of horse people!

"Are you... Firenze?"

For the horse people who lived in the Forbidden Forest in the past, although Maka had contacted them several times, she actually didn't remember them well. The only one who was more impressed was Firenze, who was now distinguished by the other party's creamy hair color.

After all, from the human point of view, the horse people actually look a little similar.

"Lord McLean!"

When the horsemen stopped one after another in front of the school gate, Firenze came forward with small steps:

"I'm glad to see you still safe... But to tell you the truth, we have to say sorry. The terror of bad luck instinctively kept our family away from the mire and failed to bring any help at the most critical moment."

The horse people were born arrogant, but in fact they were extremely timid. Their talent in divination and prediction made them fear fate and avoid disasters.

Maka naturally knows this.

And if you have to say, even if the horse people are really willing to help, Maka doesn't know what to arrange for them. At present, the fighting ability of the horse people is almost interesting for the most common black wizards in the world.

"Firenze, there's no need to apologize... Well, speaking of it, what are your plans for this trip? Are you ready to go back to the forbidden forest?"

"Oh, no, we just saw the disaster star fall into Hogwarts last night, so we plan to come this morning to see if there are any injured people who need help... This is probably the only thing we can do under this terrible disaster."

Ferrenze tried to express his friendly heart. Maka could feel it. After all, they didn't need to come here.

Even because Maka had made some promises with the previous generation of "duvros"... That is, their old patriarch, Maka may have to help the Malays in the future if they are in danger.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there are no injuries here - I had arranged for the teachers and students to leave the school before the disaster."

"That's great!" Firenze nodded immediately. "The advent of evil has disturbed the brilliance of the stars. In the past two months, our ability to know the destiny has been greatly affected. Many things... Don't know where the future will go."

"That sounds terrible," Marca shrugged. "In that case, you'd better go back! Hide away as far as possible. I think something bad will happen in Hogwarts."

When Firenze heard this, he couldn't help pausing, and then he couldn't help bowing to Marcello.

"Please forgive me."

Forgive the cowardice of the horse people? Maka shook her head - in this disaster, those who fought bravely are worthy of admiration, but seeking good fortune and avoiding evil may not have to be despised. Whatever it is, the part that can survive in the end is qualified to evaluate right and wrong.

Maka looked at the horses and turned away one after another with a heavy face. She just looked at their silent back and didn't express any opinions.

Until the last turn back, Firenze stopped a little, looked back at Maka and added:

"Duffroth said, if you have time, please go to our new tribal territory - he has something to give back to you."

"Give it back to me?"

Maka was stunned, but she didn't stop them for further inquiry. Because he knew the horse people's temper, they would naturally say what they should say, and it was useless to ask what they didn't want to say.

Looking at the hillside when they gradually turned over, she soon completely left her vision. Maka looked back at the castle ruins behind her again, and then disappeared from her place.

There's no way. Buildings with a lot of magic, such as Hogwarts castle, can't be easily restored with a repair spell.

Even today's Maka has not restored her confidence.

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Compared with the tragic scenes in Britain, France is naturally much better off.

So when Maka appeared in the street near brova fort, the ruins of Hogwarts still in her mind suddenly formed a sharp contrast with the scene in front of her, which even made Maka's mood depressed again.

"Are you all right, sir? You don't look very well?"

A kind Muggle lady passing by him kindly asked. Although Marca could understand some French now, she didn't speak very well, so she could only squeeze out a little smile and shake her head.

Then, after saying goodbye to the kind lady, he went straight to the entrance of brova Fort not far away and walked quickly.

Soon, after crossing the magic boundary hidden on the stairs, he saw that the old housekeeper of the brova family had led a group of small partners and family servants waiting for him at the door.

"Oh! Maka -"

Before Hermione could say hello, she saw a figure running out of the old housekeeper and rushing into Marca's arms.

"Maka, are you okay? My father always doesn't let others tell me about you. I didn't know you were in so many dangers until everyone came yesterday! Oh, I knew I should have sneaked out of the house, even if I could only help a little..."

With her elegant silver hair, Marca didn't even have to look at each other's faces to know that it must be Willie who rushed to her.

Although the cold girl who used to talk like squeezing toothpaste and can only jump out of words, now she seems to have become a chatter.

"Good morning, Willie... Good morning, everyone," Marca said with a calm smile.