Chapter 157: The origin of the blood of Eva

"Maca ... you, don't you return to Hogwarts ...?"
Hearing at Willie's direct inquiry, Marka couldn't help it.
"……Perhaps!"
Honestly, although I have taken the initiative to leave Hogwarts at the moment, I would like to say whether I will come back in the future ... This is really uncertain, after all, Royna's test has not been completed!
From beginning to end, he has been studying the mystery of the scroll of truth; but until now, he has only explored some extremely limited applications, and he even doesn't really look at the real hidden things.
Willie heard that she didn't ask any more, but turned her head to look at the Gryffindor table.
"She ... I don't like it."
"Who?"
It wasn't easy to get Verily's "dislike", and Maca looked back.
Willie was staring at a girl from Booth Barton. She had taken off her scarf at this moment, and her long, waterfall-like bright silver hair draped softly to her waist.
At this moment, she had just stepped beside Ron and asked. After lifting a plate of miscellaneous fish soup from Gryffindor's long table, she returned to Ravenclaw again.
From Maca, you can see from a distance that she has big blue eyes and white and neat teeth.
Yes, the girl is really beautiful, and it is no wonder that many students in the hall are looking back at her.
At this moment, Ron seemed particularly unresistant, he looked at her blankly, his face flushed. Her beauty doesn't just refer to her looks, it's more that she seems to have a touch of attraction. Like--
"A cute baby," Maca said, looking at her. "That should be Fleur Delacour in Boothbatten."
"Do you like it?" Willie asked suddenly, then added, "Meiwa."
"Me?" Maca thought for a while, then shook her head. "It's not like it, but I'm interested in this lineage ... I mentioned a story in a magic book about the lineage of Mela . "
"What?" Willie immediately turned her head and asked, looking directly at him, looking very concerned.
"Are you interested?" Marka said. "That book contains a legend about the origin of the Mela descent ..."
As he ate the food on the plate, he spoke intermittently as a storyteller.
It is said that a beautiful girl appeared in a small desert country in ancient times. Even before she was an adult, her beauty became a household name in the city.
However, at that time, she was just an ordinary beautiful Muggle girl, far from being recorded by the wizard.
But on the day she was an adult, she didn't know what had happened, and suddenly she had a strong and extreme charm. Both men and women, young and old, were attracted by her charms, and were deeply caught in a strange illusion, killing each other.
The girl was terrified, but she couldn't change the situation at all. She could only run away everywhere.
It was her panicked behavior that quickly spread the scourge to the entire country, and this bad situation seemed to be overwhelming.
In the end, she even affected some ancient wizards and caused a real national extinction.
At the end of this legend, it is said:
When the unfortunate girl finally realized that her existence would only bring disaster to the world, she chose to die quietly in a quiet valley of flowers. Because she didn't dare to look back at that corpse-like country, because she could no longer bear the pain of reality.
When she fell in the sea of ​​flowers, her blood stained a piece of soil.
After many years, a piece of crystal flower with an elf quietly bloomed in the dark red soil, it seemed to commemorate the innocent heart of the girl ...
The story ends here, but Maca doesn't stop.
"You may have also guessed that the crystal flower should be the‘ mysterious crystal flower ’planted by the flower species you brought, and the‘ elf ’mentioned in the story mostly refers to Meiwa ...

Having said that, he paused and took a bite of the sausage on the fork. "I guess, if I use the baby's blood to water it, the growth rate of the 'Mystery Crystal' flower seed may be much faster ... "
He was talking and began to think about the research items of "Mystery Crystal Flower" habitually, but at this time, Velly didn't seem to listen. She just stared at Maca's side face dumbly, repeating only one sentence in her heart—
"He knows this story ..."
At this time, desserts were already served, and everyone noticed that there were many sweets that they had never seen before.
At Gryffindor, Ron carefully studied the desserts, and fancy a kind of weird, white milk jelly. Then he carefully moved it a few inches from his right hand so that it could be clearly seen from Raven Crouch's table.
However, the girl who was full of charm all over seemed to be full, and she didn't come to serve the plate of sweets.
When the golden plates were cleaned up again, Dumbledore stood up again.
With his movement, an excitement and tension filled the auditorium.
Maca turned and looked calmly towards Dumbledore.
"This moment has finally arrived," said Dumbledore, smiling at his cheeks. "The semi-final hegemony is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before bringing the box in ..."
Dumbledore first introduced Batty Crouch, director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Sports.
Under his introduction, there was sparse applause in the auditorium.
Even the more popular Bagman didn't get much applause. After all, everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!
"In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have tirelessly worked hard to arrange the semi-finals," Dumbledore continued. "They will work with me, Professor Orson and Maxim Together with my wife, we will form a panel of judges to make a fair judgment on the efforts of the Warriors. "
The classmates seemed more attentive when they heard the word "warrior".
Dumbledore also seemed to notice that they were suddenly silent, only to see him smile, and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."
Nobody noticed that Filch had been standing in a corner of the auditorium just now. He was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box with jewellery in his hand, and the box looked old.
Everyone looked at the box and talked with interest.
"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have examined the specific items of the Warriors this year," said Dumbledore, while Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.
"They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which are carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors from many different aspects ... test their talents in magic, their guts And their real-time reasoning capabilities— "
"Of course, and their ability to overcome danger."
Hearing the last word, the auditorium became silent and everyone was holding his breath nervously.
"You already know that there will be three warriors participating in the game," Dumbledore continued calmly, "on behalf of a participating school ... We will grade them according to the quality of each project they complete. After the three projects are over , The highest scoring warrior will win the top three cup. The fair picker is responsible for selecting the warriors, it is the Goblet of Fire. "
Having said that, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and knocked on the lid of the box three times, and the lid crunched slowly. Dumbledore reached into his hand and pulled out a large, rough carved wooden goblet.
The cup itself wasn't eye-catching, but it was full of beating blue and white flames.
Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.
"Every classmate who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."
"People who want to become warriors can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will pick the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools-tonight, Goblet The cup is in the foyer and accessible to all students who are willing to run. "
"To avoid under-aged classmates who can't stand the temptation ..."
At this time, Dumbledore seemed to take a deep look at Maca. "After the goblet is placed in the hallway, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line. ... "
Finally ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He aggravated his voice and reminded: "... Please think twice, make sure you really want to participate in the competition, and then put your name in the cup. Well, I think everyone should sleep Good night, everyone. "
Dumbledore had finished speaking, and everyone stood up, walked through the auditorium, and walked towards the gate. At this point, Marka also bid farewell to Willie and went to the students of Durmstrand, but was stopped from behind.
"... Maca! I think we should talk, what do you think?"
He turned back and looked at the person who called him, but there was no expression on his face.
"Really, Hermione? But I don't think there is anything to talk about between us, do you?" Maca calmly said, "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I feel a little sleepy."
"But ... Hey! Maca!"
Not far away, the new Professor Moody was staring back and forth at Maca and Hermione with his intact eyes. But at this moment, Maca, who was facing away from him, suddenly turned around, and that cold gaze made Moody's heart cold.