Chapter 1838

The atmosphere in the church hall seemed a little dull.

Harry, they just managed to calm the angry Mr. brova... Oh, or more accurately, they managed to press him back into his chair.

On the other side, Willie still kept an expressionless wizard at the door to the back hall, as if no one would pass.

Harry and his daughter could only watch the awkward scene between them - as long as they didn't have to fight with each other, they were obviously not suitable to intervene.

So the whole hall was quiet.

Harry, who didn't know what to do, sat down next to blova. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the body of Gryffindor's sword carefully... Maybe it started with the sword cutting too many living bodies so that the silver blade was stained with blood. Every time he had leisure, he would subconsciously wipe it.

It's a pity that the inexplicably red wipe can't be wiped off. He has no other effect except to calm his heart.

Suddenly, Harry, who seemed to think of something, suddenly looked back and looked not far away.

"Ginny, how's Ron?"

"Recovering."

Ginny, who was sitting with Hannah, glanced at Ron, whom they had placed on the prayer table.

"He seems to be asleep."

"I didn't sleep," groaned Ron with his eyes slightly closed. "How can I sleep at this time... Don't worry, Harry! I said I'm fine."

"That's good," Harry nodded casually. "Why don't you... Think about what we should say when we see Marca!"

"I must ask him what he wants to do first," Neville scratched his head. "To be honest, I think he's starting to become like that halbo - ah, I mean, what they do is completely incomprehensible!"

"At least Maka won't leave quietly this time," Hannah said. "At the same time, he probably won't drive us away... Otherwise, what's he doing to help us improve our strength?"

Her words immediately received the nod of Harry and others. But at this moment, a familiar voice came from the hole behind Willie.

"... of course I won't drive you away, because... I'll only 'please' you out of this place."

"Maka!"

Before they could see anyone, Harry heard the sound, and they hurried up from the bench.

In particular, Mr. brova, who had taken a few more steps there, made Willie stand in front of him again and block his way.

"Oh! No... thank you, Willie. Thank you for helping me stop them for a while." Marca poked away the wizards who blocked the door and pulled Willie to her side, "but not now, because I've come."

"Yes."

Willie looked up slightly at Marca, and then silently stepped aside.

"McLean --"

Blova frowned and stared at Maka

"You saved Willie, and I helped you... But it's not for you to abduct my daughter now!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. brova!" Marca shook her head. "But it's not what you think - in fact, I didn't even think that Willie would suddenly leave the island and come to me."

"Then why?" asked blova.

"I've figured it out," Marca explained. "In fact, the fact is very simple, because the 'curse' in Willie's body still remains, and it's an unexpected stubbornness. Although the little bit of 'curse material' left won't make her as serious as before, once it breaks out, it will take away her own will..."

Just as she said this, Marca turned and looked at Willie standing aside.

"Mr. brova, you know, you saw that when I injected those cursed substances into myself on the island before. That's why when the so-called 'curse' in my body got out of control, it triggered a small part of her blood at the same time. She lost her self-consciousness and only found it all the way by instinct."

"What about her now? Controlled by that soul force?" brova listened and asked.

When Maka saw that he asked, she immediately shook her head.

"In order to keep her at least sober and rational, I have used some means, but for the time being, I can only keep her in this state, and I can't leave me for too long - I'm trying to fully control this power, and then Willy can really return to normal."

At this point, Maka shrugged and said to blova:

"But... Yes, Mr. brova, I don't think you are wrong about me, because this is indeed the consequence of my lack of ability. I can only say 'sorry' for this, even if it doesn't help."

After listening to Maka, brova stared at him for a while, and then suddenly sighed:

"So, in the end, it's still because of the blood curse of my brova family?"

"At least I have some responsibilities," said Marca. "I not only failed to completely remove the curse substance from her blood, but also injected the extracted curse substance into myself regardless of your persuasion, resulting in the uncontrolled outbreak of the curse, which implicated Willie... I'm sorry."

"Marca, but I don't mind."

When Willie heard this, she couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his sleeve, so she said, but Maka shook her head at her.

Then he turned and continued to say to Mr. blova:

"So you really have reason to blame me - villeben has nothing to do with the disaster. I shouldn't have involved her."

However, at this time, Willie's father had completely calmed down, and saw him frown and say:

"Really? I remember you said... The blood curse of my brova family is not a 'curse' in essence, but a kind of soul rule... Didn't you inject it into yourself to master the second soul rule Rune?"

As he spoke, he looked at his daughter, then suddenly gave a little meal, and then said in a deep voice:

"And the soul rule... If I remember correctly, it's what Haier Bo is best at? I'm afraid I don't believe that this ancestor of my brova family has nothing to do with Haier Bo."

The words of Willie's father made Marca close her mouth and her vision became more profound.