Chapter 54: Guardian of secrets

"Now, who can tell me what is characteristic of Mandrag?" Professor Sprout continued to ask.
"Hearing the cry of Mandela will kill you."
Hermione saw that Maca had no response and had to answer for herself.
"Exactly, plus ten." Professor Sprout said, "Look, the Mandela grass here is still very young and has no fatal effect yet ..."
She pointed to the row of deep bottom flowerpots in front of everyone and introduced them to everyone. Everyone looked carefully into the pots. It was a kind of green with purple seedlings.
"Everyone comes up to get a pair of earmuffs," Professor Sprout said.
The boys scrambled forward, after all, no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs.
Maca followed, and picked a pair in it.
"When you ask me to put on the earmuffs, be sure to cover the ears tightly," said Professor Sprout. "When the earmuffs can be safely removed, I will raise both thumbs. OK-wear Upper earmuffs! "
About the lethality of the cry of Mandela grass, only after its maturity. And as long as you don't force it out of the soil, it won't cry.
Generally, in the daytime, wild adult Mandela plants always bury themselves in the open space such as the grassland; until the evening, they pull themselves out and walk around the grassland. All night.
Maca has dealt with it many times, and for him, it is easy to change them.
A strong soundproofing magic was cast on the earmuffs, and no sound was heard at all after wearing it. After Professor Sprout demonstrated it, she motioned everyone to remove the earmuffs and start assigning tasks.
"A pot of four people, there are a lot of empty flower pots. Compost is in the bag over there-beware of poisonous tentacles, it's teething." She slammed on a crimson plant with spikes, Pulled it back into the tentacle quietly reaching her shoulder.
I said, she greeted everyone to put on the earmuffs again and started today's class.
Students just saw Professor Sprout doing it very easily, but it's not like that at all.
Mandrag was unwilling to be pulled out of the soil, but seemed unwilling to go back. They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their little fists, and gritted their teeth.
三个 The other three students assigned to the Maca group are obviously the least laborious.
Maca picked up a small shovel from the edge of the flowerpot, loosened the soil around Mandela slightly, and then pulled it out easily.
Its rhizome is like a very ugly baby, and the leaves are born on his head. Probably because it is still in its infancy, its skin is still light green, with sporadic spots on it.
小 This little guy opened his mouth wide, obviously shouting and yelling, but after wearing the earmuffs, everyone couldn't hear it.
Maca held it in her hand, and covered the place where the leaves on the top of her head grew out with her other hand, but immediately saw that little guy's mood calmed down a lot.
He stuffed the little guy in another pot into another pot and buried it again with new soil that had been mixed with fertilizer.
By the end of the class, most of the students were sweating, their backs were sore, and their bodies were covered with dirt. Only the Maca group seemed the easiest, not even a bit of dirt stars.
哦 "Oh! How did you do that?" The Hitchpitch schoolgirl next to Maca couldn't help asking.
这 "This will make it think that it seems that it has re-drilled into the soil," Maca said calmly. "It only works with the young Mandela grass."
Professor Sprout habitually praised Maca and added 10 points to Hitchpac. There was a happy smile on Maca's face beside Sprout, but if you look closely, you can see that there is no smile in his eyes.
Hitchpitch's next lesson is a spell lesson, and Professor Flitwick's teaching method is still so relaxed. Obviously, everyone was relieved.
I was so comfortable in the atmosphere that in the afternoon it disappeared.
Not to mention Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis class is always so strict, the most terrible is the black magic defense class of Gidro Lockhart.
As soon as he entered the classroom door, a smile piled up on his face, and his bright teeth were so neat that people wondered if magic had been cast on it.
"I ..." He picked up the textbook on the front row of students' desks and pointed at his picture, the one inside was blinking.
"Gidro Lockhart, Third Class Medal from Sir Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Black Magic Alliance, won the Witcher Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times-but I don't hang that on my mouth, I don't rely on smile Drive out Wanlun female ghost! "
He said these words so smoothly, presumably because he had practiced this many times.
"I saw that you all bought my full set of books-very good. I think we will take a quiz today, don't be afraid, just look at how you read and how much you understand ..."
He finished the paper, returned to the podium and said, "Give you thirty minutes, now ... start!"
Maca will spread the test papers handed to the table and flatten them:
"1. What color does Gidro Lochat like most? 2. What is Gidro Lochat's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Gidro Lochat's greatest achievement so far ...
Maca just glanced casually and frowned.
卷 This paper has a total of 54 questions, and all are asking some detailed information of Lockhart. Maca wanted to throw it aside, but hesitated, but he filled in some messy answers.
"There is no need to have more trouble," Maca thought lightly.
The rest of the lesson is even more irritating.
I was presumably because the Cornish elf elves prepared for the little lions were too messy in the last lesson. This class actually reminded the little ones of those novels he wrote on the spot.
When he thought of the rise, he even pulled the students together to perform. Sitting in the back, Maca wrote the research notes on potions without thinking of the podium at all.
Until the evening, while Maka was sleeping, everyone leaned against the window. He looked at the cold moonlight outside and could not help recalling the events after the school dinner.
That night, he went to Ravenclaw Tower to find the Bronze Kitty. But no matter what he called, there was only the emotionless questioning of the bronze knocker. Somehow, the Bronze Kitty didn't show up, let alone take him to Royna's back room.
"... is it because of my current state?"
In fact, Maca knows what she's doing right now.
In the past, as a little liar who lied on people to eat, he was undoubtedly best at covering his true emotions and wearing different masks when facing different people.
But because of this, he knows that he really has his own emotions.
Only after that journey that Royner brought to him, his emotions completely disappeared!
"I'm afraid it's a curse, but it doesn't seem to be bad--" Maca thought naturally, then suddenly shook her head. "No, I'm afraid this idea is also because there is no emotion, the judgment criterion has been singled out. Start with reason. "
This night, he pondered for a long time by the window, but the more he thought about it, the harder it was to sort out his thoughts.
Wu Zhizhi told him that this feeling is very good, not only a great help to the research work, but even to deal with things will appear more wise.
For example, he has decided not to participate in any events in the second grade, or even close to the Little Lion trio, and he wants to avoid the sudden changes like last semester as much as possible.
Although as long as he stays in Hogwarts, it will always affect all people and things that he interacts with, but it is still necessary to minimize the extent of the change.
It's always terrifying to be out of control. Moreover, these things have nothing to do with him, what he should care about is the task left by Royner and the improvement of his magic knowledge, and nothing more.
Was this idea really correct? Maca doesn't know, or in other words, he has lost the angle of judgment he is best at right now.
After a short while, Maca finally lay back on the bed, but those experiences after being taken away by Royner, were still entangled in his mind, and remained intact.
Uh ...
"... Alani, this is your first task after training ~ EbookFREE.me ~ You are the smartest and most powerful of the guardians, and I hope you will take my will, To perform every task in the future. "
Walking by the window of the castle, an old man in a robe turned his back to this side, speaking slowly with his deep voice.
Maaka stood in the center of the room, and he frowned, constantly confirming the situation in front of him.
"Royna brought me here, what's the intention?" Maca aimed his eyes at the old man, and the light from the corner of his eyes looked around the room.
"... Alani, take the mission away! Let's start from 鹫 Nest today, I'm waiting for your good news."
The old man turned around, his face was kind, but his eyes were as sharp as those of a vulture, and he came straight to Maca.
"Yes." Maca lowered her head subconsciously, burying her face in the shadows.
He glanced at the table in front of him, where a roll of parchment was resting silently, firmly fixed in the middle with a blood-red seal.
He picked it up, and nodded slightly, and Maca left the room without a word.
As soon as I walked out of the door, Maca's brain suddenly burst into a large amount of memories that did not belong to him. For a moment, the dizziness forced him to lean against the wall of the hallway, and he calmed down after a long time.
"Bo-Tahir Alani? Assassin's Assassin?" Maca looked suspiciously. "Does this have anything to do with the scroll of truth?"
Although he was still full of brains, Maca knew at least the situation at the moment-he guessed that he might be in a state of use like the meditation basin of Dumbledore.
Only than the meditation basin, the effect of this regular rune is obviously much more realistic.