Chapter 37

When she came to the principal's room again, Marca looked at Dumbledore smiling and felt a tingle on her scalp.

It's hard to practice brain sealing. His progress in this thing can only be said to be average. But when faced with Dumbledore, who was proficient in taking God's thoughts, he unconsciously wanted to use it - although Dumbledore had no intention of peeping into his heart at all.

Of course, if he said something irrelevant in front of Dumbledore, he would feel it, which has almost become his instinct.

Snape was looking at the elixir and didn't know what he was thinking, while Professor McGonagall spoke to Dumbledore excitedly.

After a while, Professor McGonagall left the principal's room with Dumbledore's smile. When passing Maka, he smiled and nodded to him.

"Mr. McLean, I think it's obviously rewarding for you to spend a lot of time learning knowledge." Dumbledore said in a calm tone, and the smile on his face has never changed. "It's unique in Hogwarts to achieve such achievements in the first grade. I don't think any student can compare with you, whether in the past or now."

"Too much, Professor Dumbledore. I'm afraid -"

"When you should be proud of this, you should express it. Repressing it in the bottom of your heart will only let this glory rot in your heart." Dumbledore gave Marca a a deep look, "I think you should understand what I mean."

What does Dumbledore seem to know? But what did he know?

"Well, I think you're right..."

Maka found that the old man was right. In front of such people, it was difficult for her little intelligence to have room to play. For example, now, he simply doesn't know what to say, and always feels that nothing is right.

"So, Severus, what do you think of Mr. McLean's bottle of potion?" Dumbledore turned to Snape again, as if to hear his evaluation.

Snape stared at the medicine bottle in his hand and was silent for a moment before he spoke his judgment.

"In terms of the formula and preparation process of this bottle of magic medicine, it is not very clever," snape said. "However, its creativity of using fairy wings to achieve the purpose of invisibility is really commendable. In the past, this material was only used for beauty and entertainment. No one thought that the secret of fairy invisibility came from their wings."

"Indeed, almost all wizards think that the invisible effect of fairies comes from their natural magic." Dumbledore nodded and agreed with Snape.

At this point, Dumbledore looked at Marca again, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes: "Mr. McLean, I wonder if you are willing to send your research results to the international wizard Federation for judgment? This can make you famous in the history of magic medicine, and make your invention enjoy the protection of the interests of the Federation all your life... Of course, after your death, the formula will be published, but I personally don't think it's bad."

Marca has also considered this issue. Now, hearing Dumbledore mention it, he naturally doesn't disagree.

"Of course, thank you for signing and recommending my potion recipe." he nodded immediately.

The invention of any wizard needs to be recommended by a member of the Federation before it can be accepted by the Federation. As the current chairman of the international wizard Federation, Dumbledore can't recommend it in person.

Once Xianyin medicine can be affirmed by the Federation, it will certainly have a great reputation, which is equivalent to a big advertisement for its authoritative certification.

"These are a lot of golden galleons!" Marca couldn't help thinking so.

This time, Dumbledore didn't say anything more to Marca. He asked Marca to go back and prepare three bottles of Xianyin medicine, and then let him go.

At breakfast the next day, Marca was surrounded by Harry and Hermione. Harry and Hermione kept whispering their thanks, while Ron felt guilty because the wound on her hand was not good and she couldn't help. Especially Hermione, she received a lot of help from Marca in some deep learning, and this event made her grateful to Marca.

"The exam is coming, we'd better not disturb Marca!" after a few words, Hermione hurried Harry and Ron back to Gryffindor's long table.

Yes, unknowingly, the day of examination will come. Until now, Maka realized that he had been at Hogwarts for nearly a year. Although his learning progress was obvious to all, he felt that he had made some achievements in magic medicine and was very average in other aspects.

To put it bluntly, he didn't put himself in the position of "first grader", but it's no wonder he did.

In the last period of time, everyone was nervously preparing for the coming exam, but Maka didn't take it seriously. He didn't think the exam was unimportant, but because he was a little too demanding of himself.

Maka always felt that he might not even reach the level of auro, who had just joined the job, and the sense of crisis was always with him. When he thought of what might happen in the future, he had an impulse to apply for a time converter.

"Moreover, up to now, there is no sign of the research progress of the truth volume. It's depressing."

Marca weakly pushed a pile of manuscript paper aside. The wind outside the window blew gently, and the pages turned with the wind. If someone was around, he would be surprised - because every page of the bound manuscript was packed with all kinds of strange symbols.

After Maka tried all kinds of interpretation methods without harvest, he decided to try a stupid way, that is copying. But thousands of times of copying brought him no other feeling except upset.

"Royna Ravenclaw called it the volume of truth, but what is truth in this world?" Maka, who had nothing to gain, couldn't help thinking about it.

But as he spoke, his heart was shocked.

"Wait, I remember the first few questions of the bronze eagle..." Maka gradually picked up the memories he ignored. He whispered to himself, "what is the truth in all things in the world? My answer at that time was -"

"Material promotes appearance, spirit deduces rules... Circular complementarity, symbiosis and immortality?" he said, a little skeptical.

To put it bluntly, it was pure guesswork. In Marca's mind, there is no fundamental basis. It's just a guess about those esoteric magic theories in the forbidden area.

But now, it has become a vague breakthrough point.

"In other words, as long as we find the connection between spirit and material, we may be able to find something!" although we are not sure, Maka was obviously excited.

In the next few days, Maka showed a state that people didn't want to get close, because he was often in a daze, and when he was in a daze, he couldn't hear anyone talking to him. He seemed to be immersed in the strange symbols on the scroll of truth, as if he had changed himself.

Fortunately, most people tend to be in a trance recently, because the date of the exam is getting closer and closer.

But when everyone was busy preparing for their exams, a late punishment notice was sent to Maka.

"Oh - yes, yes, although it seems that I haven't been deducted, I can't avoid punishment. I've set an example myself." Maka shook her head bitterly and stuffed the note into her coat pocket.

At eleven o'clock that night, Marca came to the lobby and saw filch waiting for him there.

Just as he and filch stared, Harry and Hermione came, followed by Neville. Of course, and Malfoy, who was the first one that night, was caught by Professor McGonagall.

"Come with me," said filch, lighting a lamp and leading them out. "I think you'll have to think twice if you want to break the school rules in the future, won't you, huh?"

He squinted at them and continued: "Oh - yes! If you want to ask me, I have to say that working and suffering are the best teachers... It's a pity that they have abolished the old-fashioned way of punishment - hanging you by the wrist and hanging you from the ceiling for several days. I still keep those chains in my office and often oil them, which may be useful one day Well, let's go. Don't try to run away. If you run away, you will have no good fruit to eat. "

Marca doesn't care to listen to filch's complaints and nagging. He is always seizing the time to find some inspiration from thinking and speculation!

They strode across the dark ground. Neville kept sniffing, and Harry kept thinking about what punishment they would be punished - it must be very terrible, otherwise filch wouldn't be so happy.

Today's moonlight is very bright, but sometimes there will be clouds passing by, covering it and leaving a dark place on the earth.

They could see the lighted windows in Hagrid's cabin, which was not difficult to find at night. Then they heard a cry in the distance.

"Is that you, filch? Come on, I'm going."

Harriton felt a burst of joy - if they were to work with Hagrid, it wouldn't be too bad.

He immediately showed this relief on his face, but heard filch say, "you probably thought you would have a good time with that fool? Think again, boy - you're going to the Forbidden Forest! If you can come out unharmed, even if I'm wrong."

Hearing this, Malfoy stopped suddenly.

"Forbidden forest?" he followed, his voice was far from as calm as usual. "We can't go in the middle of the night. There's everything there - I heard there were werewolves!"

"Werewolves don't like living in the forbidden forest," Maka said suddenly. "There's no room for them to live safely on weekdays."