Chapter 34

Maka visited it and found that most of the space in this small secret room has been occupied by bookshelves.

Looking down, you can see that on the smooth slate floor, there are also two metal slides - bookshelves can slide left and right.

Because of this, there is only a gap for one person to pass through in the middle of these bookshelves, and other places are close together. If someone needs to look for another bookshelf, he can push the bookshelf to adjust the gap to the position he wants.

"Why don't you give me a traceless stretching spell?" Marca wondered.

It's unbelievable. This is the secret room of royna Ravenclaw. But here, there is no magic atmosphere - not even using the extension spell to expand the space, but using every inch of space in a physical way, so the whole secret room is quite cramped.

"Didn't I just say! Within the scope of Hogwarts, the space has been reinforced!" the bronze Eagle shouted, "reinforce, understand? All space related magic can't be used, unless it is preset in Hogwarts before reinforcement, nothing else can take effect."

"That is to say," said Marca, looking thoughtfully at this place, "this place was opened up later?"

The bronze Eagle blinked, flew to the top edge of the bookshelf, stood and stared at Maka who was reading books for a long time.

"There's a smell of that old Salazar guy who likes to talk to others when he's okay," it whispered.

After a while, seeing that Maka had been standing there reading, he said, "don't read those books first. You have time to come here later."

"Now, come to the desk first." the bronze Eagle soared up and fluttered its wings to a small Eagle rack on the desk.

Maka reluctantly closed the book when she heard the speech, but she took it in her hand and didn't want to put it back at all.

"Sit down, sit down. No one has sat here for a long time." the little Eagle stretched out his wings and said, "open the middle drawer. There is a box in it. Take it out."

There was nothing in the drawer except an old wooden box with bronze corners.

"What's in it?" Marca asked curiously, but didn't open it easily.

"Don't worry! It's just a piece of paper. Roina calls it the 'roll of truth'." said the little eagle, "but no one knows whether it's called that name or not."

Maka carefully opened the box and found that there was really only a paper roll bound by a ribbon, with a delicate blue flannel under it.

Just as he was ready to take it up and see what the secret was, the little Eagle interrupted his action.

"Now you have the right to make a choice," it said. "Open it, try your best to understand it, and then help your school solve a problem left over from the past; or close the box, don't touch the problem, and let it wait for the next candidate to continue the choice."

Maka was stunned. He frowned and asked, "what's good for me? Or, what's bad?"

"If I choose the latter, can I still read the books here?"

I can see that those books are very attractive to Maka. Just now, he just glanced through one of them and saw how precious these books are.

"Of course you can read books. No matter which one you choose, or even if you don't choose, you can come here at any time. But you have to understand that there is only one chance to choose." the little Eagle replied in a calm tone.

Maka immediately turned the lid back, but just as the wooden box was about to close again, he stopped his action.

He remembered what the little eagle had just said: roener called it the "scroll of truth".

This means that for royna Ravenclaw, what is recorded in this volume can be called "truth".

"I'm afraid all the books here are not as important as the thin piece of paper in the box," he thought.

"What's the trouble with Hogwarts? Can you tell me first?" Marca hesitated.

The little Eagle shook his head quite humanized. He said, "I don't know. Maybe the broken hat will know! Its owner has a quick mouth. Maybe he will leak his mouth sometime."

It paused and changed into a serious voice: "but I want to remind you that Roy didn't tell me the answer to this question. Are you sure you want to know?"

After hearing this, Maka's eyebrows frowned tighter.

To tell the truth, people with a little brain may not choose to pick it up, but Maka can't restrain her curiosity and desire for knowledge. He knew that since he received Hogwarts's admission notice, he had been deeply immersed in the exploration of magic knowledge.

Maka is originally a person who likes to explore this mysterious knowledge. It was hard for him to refuse the readily available "volume of truth", even if he already knew that there might be a big trouble waiting for him.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a long time, he opened the lid again and put his hand in

The next morning, the sun just appeared and sprinkled the first sunrise on Hogwarts castle. Many students even linger in their sleep, but Maka has got up early.

Or he didn't sleep much last night.

When he was sent back to the door of Ravenclaw common room, the bronze eagle that fell back on the door ring opened the door for him, and then he was stared at coldly by Helena for a long time.

He said a lot of good things before he tried his best to appease the ghost lady with a bad temper. Then he pulled a pile of useless with her with a smile on his face, and then dragged his tired body back to the Hufflepuff student dormitory.

"The next test will be when you gain something from your study of the 'volume of truth'." this is the last sentence of the bronze eagle.

When he lay in bed thinking about how long he could sleep, he found that he couldn't sleep at all. His head was full of those strange words he saw on the "volume of truth".

Maka had read a lot of books about ancient magic script before, but she had never seen a text like that.

The circle of strokes is a bit like fancy characters, but each word is clearly separated; At first glance, it seems to be twisted out by children at will, but under careful comparison, it can be found that the law is strict, which is obviously a special kind of writing.

What makes Maka feel more wonderful is that every character in it really contains magic.

With his gaze, the characters will diffuse magic waves and convey different messages to him. Although he didn't quite understand what that message was expressing, it didn't prevent him from being fascinated by it.

The most important thing is that when Maka tries to pick up a quill pen to copy, he finds that although what he writes looks similar, it is just an ordinary character - he can't feel any feeling in it.

He lay in bed thinking for a long time. Until dawn, he didn't think of anything valuable.

For the next few weeks, life was fairly calm.

After his last trip to Ravenclaw's chamber of secrets, his life was even busier. Although Hermione often came to discuss a few questions about learning with him, her other time was occupied by all kinds of research.

"Should I apply for a time converter?"

One day, Maka sat on the reading table in the library and looked at the more and more book mountains in front of her. She couldn't help thinking so. But he was immediately denied by himself.

"I always think there will be more things to study. Forget it..."

Maka threw away her curiosity about the time converter in her mind, stretched her waist and revived her spirit. She was trying to continue her research, but she didn't want a voice to come after herself.

"Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Maka looked back and immediately saw Hagrid's huge figure.

Hagrid kicked towards Harry and them not far away, hiding something behind him. He looked out of place in his mole fur coat.

Maka saw it at a glance. It was a book about dragons.

"Dragon?" Marca blinked her eyes a few times, and her expression was a little confused.

He watched Hagrid lower his voice, whispered with Harry, and then left. Then, after a few words, Hermione went to the place Hagrid had just turned and came back with several books.

"Hagrid always wanted a dragon. He told me that when I first met him," Marca heard Harry say.

"But it's against the law," said Ron. "Everyone knows that the witch convention in 1709 officially passed the bill prohibiting the raising of dragons. If we raise dragons in the back garden, it's hard not to let Muggles notice us."

Ron was talking when he suddenly paused again.

"Besides, it's difficult for you to tame them. It's very dangerous. You really should see the burned places on Charlie. They were left by the wild dragon of Romania."

"But is there no wild dragon in Britain?" asked Harry curiously.

"Of course," said Ron, "there are ordinary Welsh green dragons and hebridian black dragons. I can tell you that one of the work of the Ministry of magic is to hide the existence of these wild dragons. Our wizards have to often curse Muggles who see wild dragons to make them forget it completely."

Hermione leaned forward, her upper body seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, she turned back.

"Marca, are you coming?" she said. "Hagrid's cabin."

Maka thought for a while and found that she should have a rest, too.

"Then go and have a look! Maybe Hagrid did get one, and I think it's good to have a close look at this powerful creature." he smiled and nodded.