Chapter 63: Powerless temptation

Since the beginning of school, Maca has spent most of his time studying his own problems. The source of this incident is not difficult to grasp, nothing more than the scourge of that dagger.
According to Royna, this is actually a test.
If Maca didn't guess wrong, the goal this time may be to get him back those lost emotions and feelings.
I was just this test, obviously more difficult than last time. At least the Phoenician character had more obvious clues, but the weird dagger left Maca clueless.
Rational thinking can help him think calmly, but baseless speculation can only be regarded as blind guessing.
"That obviously has to do with the soul."
Maca remained in a stealthy state, searching for information in the restricted area of ​​the library.
He looked carefully at the magic book that he had seen a few times before—the research note on soul magic.
本书 This book still exudes the kind of uncomfortable magic fluctuations, but somehow, today's Maca is no longer unbearable.
He turned the book page by page, studying it carefully through the moonlight outside the window, meditation from time to time.
After a while, he roughly browsed the book.
"There are some gains, but it has nothing to do with the current purpose." Maca shoved the book back.
"The dagger ... tortures the soul ... what is it?" He kept talking to himself, trying to arouse some inspiration to help himself think.
Wu Zheng wondered, his eyes closed suddenly, and he stood still for a while.
"Yes, that's right!" Maca opened her eyes suddenly and said involuntarily.
He forgot that he was in a state of invisibility.
"Yes, yes ... if emotions and feelings are also part of the soul, then erasing them is equivalent to erasing part of the soul."
Maca calmly analyzed, and put forward a hypothesis that was not even recorded in that magic book.
"And if you want to erase a part of the soul, you must tear the soul first. This can refer to the method of making the Horcrux."
"But then? After the tear ... was it swallowed up?" He speculated that the words in his mouth couldn't help it, "Isn't that saying ..."
If I was swallowed, I would be in trouble, and the dagger didn't come back with him.
"It seems that I can only find a way to check the state of the soul ..."
Maca thought about it, and again pulled out the book that had just been plugged back.
"I remember ... Yes, analyze this incomplete spell, you should be able to try to split the first half ..."
玛 Since Maca "watched" the mystery of magic spells in the summer vacation, he had a deeper understanding of "magic spells" and "rules."
Although it is still impossible for him to create the spell himself, it is already possible to dismantle and improve the spell.
Maca, while staring closely at the contents of the book, waved her wand subconsciously to confirm whether her analysis was correct.
I saw a faint flash of black mist flashing on the wand, lingering around the stick and probing from the tip.
抹 The dark mist twisted and rolled, gradually becoming thicker, and slowly even had some fuzzy forms.
Not long after, the black mist formed a horrible fog-like skull, and even the dim blue light flashed in the hollow eyes, which looked quite scary.
Suddenly, a squealing whisper came out of nowhere in the library.
Maca immediately flew the black mist skeleton, and turned her head to the sound.
"..." He was silent for a while, then calmly, "Ron, come out soon."
As the voice of Maca gradually fell, the library was restored to its original silence again.
After a while, Ron, Harry, and Hermione opened their cloaks and walked out beside the bookshelf outside the closed area.
"Very clever." Maca looked at the strips tied to the soles of the three, and glanced at Hermione again.
"Not this one--"
Maca shook her head and interrupted Hermione's words.
"Tell me what's wrong with coming to me so late."
三 Harry and the others looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know where to start.
Especially Ron, when he saw the scene just now, he even had the thought of leaving here immediately.
To be honest, he really regrets that he just accidentally called out.
Harry, standing next to Ron, was covering the scar on his forehead with his hand at the moment—the skull made up of the black mist just now, making his scar faint.
As for Hermione, in fact she didn't want to come this time, but she was worried about Maca's current condition. After thinking about it for a while, it still followed.
Ke, when the three were directly facing the expressionless Maca, they all stayed in place with their mouths half open.
Even if everyone had a very bad guess about the situation, no one expected that they would see such a horrible scene in the library.
To be honest, when the three saw the skull formed from the front end of Maca's wand, a sense of fear from the soul immediately rose from their hearts, and the feeling was still lingering.
At this moment, Maca stood by the huge bookshelf, and a ray of moonlight came in from the window, obliquely lighting up half of his face. That indifferent expression coupled with this gloomy scene seemed to be a little scary.
"No, nothing! We just want to ... come to the forbidden area to find a book." Hermione was careful.
书 "Book?" Maca nodded. "Then you look for it, I should go back."
自然 He didn't take Hermione seriously. The Powerful Potion had been loaned out by her. What book was she looking for now?
But Ke Ma Ka did not want to make this point out.
After pushing the book in his hand back to the shelf again, he walked calmly to the gate of the library.
But as he passed by Harry and the three of them, Hermione couldn't help asking.
"Maca, are you ... okay?"
Maca paused for a while, but didn't look back.
"It's all right."
He said, he continued on, and soon disappeared at the gate.
Ron didn't say a word from beginning to end. Not that he didn't want to say it, but he didn't dare to say it—to be honest, he was a little scared.
And Harry kept thinking about the scar on his forehead. He didn't understand why it caused pain when he saw Maca's weird magic.
After a while, the three talents re-entered into the cloak, and went all the way back to the Gryffindor common room in silence.
"Harry, why do you know Maca will be in the library?"
In the common room, Ron asked ugly.
Harry shook his head and said, "I'm just guessing, because I saw Maca's handwriting on the magic book in the forbidden area before ..."
"You're just trying your luck!" Hermione couldn't help it.
"I just thought, even if you don't see Maca himself, maybe Hermione could see any clues in those words ..." Harry explained, "because I don't understand those words, So I've always been curious. But how do you know ... "
哦 "Oh, don't say it, Harry!" Ron couldn't help but, "I think Dumbledore should tell this ..."
As Ron said this, the common room seemed to be much quieter.
Hermione looked at Ron and nodded after a while.
也许 "Maybe this time, you're right ..."
哪 "Even for Maca ..." Hermione said softly in her heart.
Uh ...
The events at the duel club inevitably became the topic of the students.
Some are discussing the majestic ease of Maca, while others are wondering how strong Maca has become. But more, still talking about Harry's performance.
"... Because it is Saraja Slytherin's famous ability to talk to snakes. Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin College is a snake! That's why, everyone in the school now thinks you are his Great-grandson or something ... "
Ron's words have been in Harry's ears all the time, and the other students' discussion and fear of him have made him quite angry.
When Harry left the crowd angrily and hurriedly walked between the corridors, he bumped into something that should never be seen again.
Justin Finelier was lying on the floor, cold and stiff, with a horrified expression frozen on his face ~ EbookFREE.me ~ his eyes staring dullly at the ceiling.
It's not over yet, there is a character next to him, which is a strange sight that Harry has never seen.
的 Nearly headless Nick, he is the ghost of Gryffindor. But now he was no longer milky and translucent, but he had become black and smoky, lying flat and suspended suspended six inches above the ground.
His head fell half, his face with the same terrified expression as Justin.
Harry soon realized that he didn't need to worry about how to explain Maca's affairs to Dumbledore, because he was being taken to the principal's office by Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore's office is still so interesting.
If Harry didn't have so many things to worry about at the moment, he should feel very happy to have the opportunity to come and see them.
This is a spacious and beautiful round room full of funny little things.
On the slender high table, there are many strange silverware. They were spinning, emitting a small stream of smoke. The walls were full of portraits of old men, women and old principals, all of them snoring softly in their respective picture frames.
There is also a huge table in the room, with the legs in the shape of claws. And on a shelf behind the table was a tattered, wrinkled wizard hat—the sorting hat.
Harry hesitated. He watched vigilantly at the sleeping male and female wizards on the surrounding wall.
If he took off the hat and tried it on his head again, there would be nothing to hinder him?
Harry quietly walked around the table, picked up the hat on the shelf, and slowly buckled it on his head—the hat was too big, and slid down to cover his eyes, just like he did when he first wore it.