Chapter 438: Patron saint and tender lamb chops

() Maca is back.
When he returned to Hogwarts, the sun was almost down. The clouds hovered along with the high air currents, and then snow fluttered down.
His trip cannot be said to be unrewarding-at least this time, he left the positioning mark at the gate of the magic tower, and he can pass at any time in the future.
It was only his original purpose, but it has not yet been achieved.
But he didn't worry about it at all, because he could vaguely understand that as long as the next step could be done well, the elves would definitely move to Hogwarts.
"Hermione? Is Hermione there?"
Maca stood beside the newly opened portrait of the fat woman and looked towards the Gryffindor common room. Most of the little lions were roaring and laughing, but he couldn't help smiling.
At any time, these Gryffindor students will not be too peaceful, and they have the fearless spirit hidden in their hearts.
"Hmm? Marka?" Ron, who was working with Harry on the assignment paper, looked up, and hurriedly beckoned again, "Professor McGonagall has approached you twice today! He said it was you Visit the school hospital-the person you brought over woke up and said he wanted to see you! "
"Oh?" Marka nodded. "I see. I'll check it out soon ... Where's Hermione? She's not here?"
"She said she was going to the library to check the materials. Should she still be there now?" Harry followed, "but it's almost time for dinner now, and she might be on her way to the auditorium!"
"Okay!" Maca shrugged. "Then I'll look for--"
"Why don't we go to the auditorium together? Anyway, Hermione will definitely go in the end!" Ron hurriedly stopped Maca, who was about to leave. "We are planning to pass too!"
"Okay," Maca thought for a while, then walked into the lounge, "then you can pack up!"
He casually found an empty chair by the fireplace and sat down. Harry and Ron immediately picked up the school supplies, shoved them into school bags, and hurriedly walked to the door to the bedroom.
"Professor Ma-McLean, may I take a picture for you?"
As Maca waited leisurely for Harry and Ron, Colin Creevey, who was a younger than Harry, immediately gathered up excitedly. The little boy quickly pointed the camera that never left in his hands at Maca.
But before Maca had agreed, he didn't dare to press the shutter immediately.
"Of course no problem," Maca smiled. "Also, outside the classroom, just call me Maca."
Colin is a rather fanatical star chaser, and in Hogwarts, are there any more shining stars than Maca? But Maca was always intrigued. For Colin, it was really difficult to find more opportunities to approach him.
As a result, Colin, who had no choice but to take second place, kept his focus on Harry, the "immortal boy".
Right now it's a chance to get close to Maca. Colin even feels that his fingers on the shutter button are shaking constantly.
Incidentally, his younger brother who just entered school last year was also so excited that he couldn't help himself.
"Uh-"
Harry and Ron returned from the bedroom as the old Muggle camera from somewhere flashed.
"Oh, thank goodness, poor Colin can finally take a picture for you!" Ron smiled. "Maca, you probably don't know-he was thinking about going to you every day last semester." I missed it every time. "
"... so I became a substitute," Harry said helplessly.
"Okay, let's go!" Maca stood up and greeted, "I have been busy for a day today, and I ate a few crepes in the afternoon. I never caught the air to eat well. "
"What are you going to do again?" Harry asked curiously. "I always think you are busier than before-have you done anything extraordinary?"
Marka heard a little embarrassment, but this time he ate it.
"Hmm ..." He spread his hand, "Can it be a trip?"
"Oh-this is really cool!" Ron immediately came to his senses when he heard about traveling. "Is there anything fun? The last time our family went on a trip, it was a long time ago-just the same time we went to Egypt ! "
"It's fun?" Maca shook her head. "Almost half of the time I fly at sea, except water or water ... 唔 ... and the sea breeze that screams?"
While chatting casually, the three walked along the stairs and corridors, and soon came to the auditorium. As soon as she stepped into the aisle corridor, Maca saw Hermione sitting at a table opposite the corridor.
Instead of taking a seat at the teaching staff, Maca sat directly on Gryffindor's long table, diagonally opposite Hermione.
"How are you today?" Marka greeted her.
"It's okay!" Hermione stabbed the food on the plate with a fork, and replied a little absently. "It's just that I can't find some information ..."
"What information?"
As he inquired, Marka glanced at Professor McGonagall in the middle of the faculty, looking at him. By the way, he pointed to the direction of the school hospital and nodded to indicate that he already knew.
Professor McGonagall also nodded slightly, and then turned his attention back to the topic that Professor Sprout said.
"Is that you taught our patron saint before," Hermione said a little unwillingly, "I have been able to summon the patron saint, but the time I can maintain has been very short, and it leaves me within a certain range Will dissipate immediately. "
She paused, and said a little distraughtly: "... I can't find the reason! No book was written!"
Ron, who was sinking his head, looked up and stared at Harry. Obviously, they were thinking about it-Hermione started to investigate again.
"Oh?" Marka looked at her for a moment and thought, "Why do you suddenly want to study this? The patron saint is not too difficult to say, but if you want to improve your strength, it is not better to start with another spell ?"
"No, I—" Hermione hesitated, and glanced subconsciously into the ceiling.
Maca followed her and looked over her head. The ceiling of the auditorium with the magic of framing was showing the sky just outside. The snowflakes were flying like dreams.
But other than that, it seems no different than usual.
"Ah!" Maca suddenly realized something, a stunned expression on her face, "is it because you saw the patron saint I released yesterday?"
"... Um." Hermione nodded slightly.
"That's what Dumbledore taught me, a more advanced use of the patron saint curse." Maca explained to her as she sliced ​​the tender lamb chops with a knife, "about maintaining the patron saint's time, You cannot rely on happy memories alone. "
"Remember what I said? The will of the guardian can also be used to cast the guardian curse. And this will even make the guardian stronger!"
He put a piece of freshly cut lamb in his mouth, and at the same time the delicious gravy overflowed his mouth, he went a little vaguely.
"... that is, as long as you try to join the" guardian will "when casting a spell and make it more firm ... then the time when your patron saint exists and the flexibility, stability, etc. of your control With it. "
Hermione listened carefully, and every time Marka spoke a key point, she nodded, trying to keep them in mind. Harry and Ron, who didn't care too much, heard God.
They also have mastered the patron saint. Harry is about the same level as Hermione, but Ron is relatively inferior.
But whichever one of them is now eager to be one step closer to being useful.
"But—" Maca suddenly raised her fork and nodded in the air to signal their attention to the next words, "These things I said just now belong to the basic usage of the patron saint. Dumbledore research The advanced usage needs to reach a certain level on this basis before trying to learn. "
Speaking of which, he emphasized: "Let the guardian curse leave his activities, he needs to borrow a part of the knowledge of Phantom Appearance, and then wait for you to take the Phantom Appearance class!"
"Oh, no--" Ron moaned suddenly. "Phantom Appearance Class? That would be 17 years old!"
To be honest, ~ EbookFREE.me ~ About this, Maca himself really dare not teach casually. His own Phantom Shifting Curse has always been awkward, although he can manifest smoothly every time, but his position is always wrong.
And this kind of coordinate error is usually not very regular.
If you compare the phantom shape of other wizards to point-to-point movement, then his phantom shape is a fan shape. The longer the distance, the larger the error range.
If he set the coordinates of the phantom manifestation on the other side of the earth, maybe he could send himself directly into outer space! If that's the case, it would be terrible ...
So far, even if he is researching, he dares to try within a very small range. But even after studying it countless times, he failed to find the culprit that caused him to have coordinate errors.
"Okay, don't complain!" Maca shook her head and said, "The Phantom Shift Curse shouldn't be underestimated. You better not despise it ... well, by the way! Hermione, about you ' Elven Spiritual Liberation Society) ', I have a good idea here! Would you like to learn more about it? "