Chapter 137 The poor old man
At this time, Hermione had not yet established the protective organization simply called "SPEW". At this moment, she was a little tearful because she learned about the tragic current situation of house elves. Esther was comforting her. It seemed that this organization I'm afraid it will be established in advance.
Dobby, who was put down by Marn, spoke in a somewhat vague manner. He muttered for a long time, just saying a few words back and forth, such as "Hogwarts is too dangerous" and "Harry Potter needs to leave quickly". , nothing else nutritious at all.
Of course, Marne knew that Hogwarts was dangerous, and Harry was not the only one who was in danger, and he was working on solving the problem. He suppressed his impatience and talked to Dobby for a long time before he brought this little guy to the rescue. Comforted.
This was due to the idle game of finding the elf that he played when he was a child. Dobby knew that he was a gentle and trustworthy person. If it were another person, he might not be able to convince this little elf with a bit of a brain.
He glanced at the time and saw that it was already 09:30 in the evening. Seeing that Dobby would definitely not be able to wait for Lucius and the others in time to be beaten when he returned home, Ma En was more or less unable to bear it. Finally, he picked up the letter paper and wrote a letter to let him know. Dobby brought it to Lucius and his wife, and then sent it away from here, asking it to go home quickly.
"Mr. Langley, you are still as kind as you were when you were a child." Dobby had already seen the content on the letter and said with some emotion.
Ma En waved his hand: "Let's go quickly."
It just left here.
"Marne, can that letter free it?" Hermione asked from the side. Marne didn't cover anyone's back when he wrote it, and he didn't really care about anyone seeing the content of the letter.
"It shouldn't be a big problem. When I was young, my uncle said he would give me and Margaery a house elf. It's just that I didn't like these things very much before... they looked very sloppy, you know."
After comforting Hermione for a few more words, she regained her energy and joined Esther's team, starting to help Marne choose clothes for tomorrow's banquet, which made Marne want to slap both of her mouths.
It wasn't until around [-] o'clock in the evening that they were satisfied with choosing a complete set of clothes. After Ma En put them on, she looked in the mirror. Except for a few small details, she didn't feel at all like what she usually wore. What's the difference?
"Details, details can determine success or failure." Esther made a gap with his finger and said.
"Esther, you have insulted Han." Ma En said while looking at Esther's thumb and index finger.
"what?"
"It's nothing. You will know about it later...about 30 to [-] years later."
"baffling…"
Marn shrugged and stopped talking. After Hermione returned to the room on the first floor, he dragged Esther back to the bedroom. After a brief wash, he let out a long breath and fell heavily on the bed.
"Marn, you seem very tired." Esther laid down next to Marn with her chin in her hands, looking at him and said.
"My dear, anyone who is pressed back and forth on a chair to change clothes for several hours will get tired." Ma En lifted the quilt and let Esther get in.
"You know I'm not talking about this," Esther said, leaning on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, "You've been mentally tired recently, I can tell."
"It's nothing. That's just me. I get easily irritated when unexpected situations happen for a long time. There are too many things happening this school year. Voldemort and Death Eaters are constantly coming and going. They are too good at hiding, like It’s like those damn mosquitoes that can’t be killed cleanly…”
Esther listened quietly to Ma En's rambling. After he finally stopped, he raised his head and looked at Ma En seriously and said: "Let's get out of here, Ma En."
"where to?"
"Find a quiet place, or simply go to the Muggle world. With our abilities, we will live well wherever we go. It's just a wizard-level certificate. That thing is not much different from waste paper. We can find one Where there is no dispute, you can live quietly, comfortably and happily.”
"You know that's impossible, Esther."
Ma En shook his head and said: "People can leave, but feelings are not so easy to let go. We cannot easily watch these friends and relatives fall into great danger. Some things are just small troubles in life to me. As long as we grasp them It can be solved by staying in the veins, but for them, it may cost them their lives to solve it."
"Marn, that elf is right."
"what?"
"You are very kind."
"Maybe." Ma En gently stroked her mid-length hair and murmured in a low voice.
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After lunch on the last day of Easter vacation, all the little wizards left the auditorium and gathered together excitedly in twos and threes to discuss the evening banquet. Sometimes they would say hello from a distance when they saw Ma En.
Ma En could only force a smile to give them a response. He himself knew what this so-called banquet was about, so he didn't feel too proud when he saw the excitement of the other little wizards.
After he entered the auditorium, Dumbledore planned to clear the auditorium on the pretext of arranging the place. Due to the consistent image problem, many young wizards stayed voluntarily and wanted to help. It was not until Snape came forward that these people were dejected. Ran.
"Professor, your power is still as powerful as ever." Ma En couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the empty auditorium with only a few deans and the principal left.
Snape was too lazy to talk to him and went over to help Professor Flitwick arrange some surveillance magic so that he could see who was drinking and who was not.
He had already prepared the potion and handed it over to the elves in the kitchen, and it would be added to all the drinks tonight.This thing is not harmful to the body. In order to prevent the ignorant little wizards from tasting it, Snape specially made it taste delicious. Adding it to the drink will make the drink taste sweeter.
Marn glanced around, but did not find old Walder. He had nothing to do anyway, so he strolled to Dumbledore, who was on the rostrum and was writing an award speech, and asked: "Professor, where is Professor Walder?" ?”
"You mean Gran? He went to gather people. It seems that he is going to start a war or welcome a war in a while. Anyway, he is preparing to fight."
"..."
"What's the matter, is there a problem?"
"It's nothing...I just feel..."
"You think I won't tell you so easily and will let you guess slowly, don't you?"
Ma En spread his hands: "That's probably it."
"Son, I have no interest in playing charades with an insider. Guessing can lead to misunderstandings."
"Okay...you didn't stop him?"
"I'm old, Marne. I'm just a poor old guy who has lived for a century and can't do anything."
"..."