Chapter 1600

"Noah, I guess... You must have been grounded at home by your father these days? You can stay in brova Fort these days! Mr. brova and I will speak for you from your father."

"Oh! You are my good friend - Marca, you really know me!"

"Come on, don't rub your fat on me... Go! You've seen some students in Hogwarts earlier. Let the maid at the door take you to them!"

"OK, see you later..."

Looking at the fleshy figure leaving the door, Maka shrugged and smiled with Mr. brova sitting opposite:

"This fat man has no other specialty, but his character is simple and optimistic. With him, maybe he can dispel the haze precipitated in everyone's heart -"

Seeing that Willie's father agreed and nodded, Maka suddenly turned and said:

"However, how to say... I really didn't expect that the embryo of the magic stone was conceived and formed in human body. And that characteristic... It's a wonderful coincidence!"

Brova could not help spreading his hand slightly when he heard him say so.

"Since ancient times, the study of magic has always been piled up with all kinds of wonderful coincidences?"

This sentence could not be more correct. Maka shrugged and then motioned to Kingsley, who had been sitting aside since just now.

"Don't talk about what doesn't matter, just get to the point!" he said to Kingsley. "What does the queen have in mind about the current situation? First pick your sure guess and say it!"

Maka's meaning is very clear. In fact, he doesn't want to know the specific conversation between Kingsley and the queen this morning. Because it can be imagined that it must be just a pile of appearances mixed with useless words.

What he wants to know is only the "truth".

"OK," said Kingsley, who was good at doing this kind of work, "first of all, I think the Muggle side actually wants to leave the problem of helbo to our Wizard side..."

Kingsley, with his back to the window, slowly told some of his views. Under the shadow of the bright sun at noon, his expression looked very serious.

So today's Maka doesn't like the exceptionally bright sun, because at present, its momentum that seems to be able to disperse all darkness is even more ironic.

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In fact, Kingsley's story today can be summarized in one sentence, that is, the British royal family has a hidden intention to ask for help.

Halbo's harm to the British magic world is great, but in this disaster, the Muggle still suffered the most.

Of course, Maka still needs to consider how to respond to the request expressed by the Queen's side. She can't figure out why for a while.

And when Maka, Kingsley and Mr. brova were discussing quietly in the small reception hall, when the fat young master of the hornheim family ran to find Maka's friends to gossip

When I went to Delphi in the block that Mr. brova helped vacate, I thought about something more personal.

"If... I mean, if, if I go to brova Fort now to try to kill me in my childhood, what will be the result? Is my 'existence' corrected by the rules of time?"

After a whole morning's orderly guidance, those asylum seekers from Britain have settled down in this block in batches. There are indeed a lot of people, but compared with Muggles, it is obviously not worth mentioning.

At first, Mrs. Maxim also helped others, but busbarton still had to teach normally. Obviously, they couldn't stay here too long.

Fortunately, because of these songs, the asylum seekers are almost used to obeying the arrangement in an orderly manner. In fact, there are not many troubles.

At this moment, Delphi, who had just been idle, finally had no excuse to block his thoughts with busyness. I saw her walking slowly on the warm sunny street. While inspecting the occupancy of the asylum seekers, a person began to think nonsense again.

"The rules of time... What a wonderful and terrible thing!"

Probably because it didn't work out, Delphi couldn't help muttering. But to be honest, although she seems to be one of the few people in the world who are qualified to ponder the rules of time, in fact, she really doesn't have any real sense.

She can't actually turn her "experience" into the basis for thinking and speculation, so she can only "Imagine" by relying on her father's trust in the memories given by Maka.

However, in fact, this is the driving force that prompted her to try to guess the rules of time.

In short, if her memories were created by Maka, she would stand on Maka's thought and wisdom and "replace" Maka to think.

Now, Delphi has become a Muggle.

Perhaps after that pre death conversation, she has felt Maka's tenderness, so she will no longer feel pain and fear that she can't use her magic power to help her father.

But what if she still has a way to help Marca?

Delphi is undoubtedly a smart girl. For example, she has noticed the similarities between her and Luna that Marca was thinking about earlier.

Yes, both seem to have a tendency to become ordinary Muggles, and even she has actually become a Muggle herself.

Even if the process is different, the outcome is almost the same.

There are many coincidences in the world of magic, and their coincidences often imply some truth worth pondering - Delphi has not ignored this point.

It's a pity that she didn't witness the time back several times like Maka. She obviously lacks an important clue. Even though she had some feelings of personal experience that even Maka didn't have, she still couldn't find the answer to the question.

"The fate of miss Lovegood and I may really be entangled."

Delphi thought speciously that there was not much basis, but it did not prevent her from making such an assumption.

"Well, maybe... Would it be better to call it 'bad luck'?"

As she paced, she murmured in a low voice and habitually touched her chest. The time converter that had been hung there by her has now returned to her father's hands.

"No," Delphi suddenly stopped, covered his chest, gently shook his head and muttered, "no matter what difficulties he encountered, it should always be 'lucky'... At least for me, it must be lucky."

At this moment, Delphi is different from Maka. She doesn't seem to hate the warm sunshine above her head today.