Chapter 45

Maka was pinched by Voldemort all the way to the gate of Hogwarts. At this time, she was not as tight as at first, but she still didn't mean to let him go.

Standing in front of the enchanted gate, Voldemort paused and pointed to the gate with Marca's wand, but there was no response.

"Damn it! It's resisting me -" Voldemort hated the tunnel. "You, open the door with it. You don't need me to teach you how to do it?"

Marca took the wand, but her neck was still in Voldemort's hand! Although the other party didn't say anything like "don't move", the sense of threat was still faint.

He waved his wand, tested the gate, and found that a barrier immediately appeared on it.

"Disarm."

Maka waved the wand two radians, and a magic light column hit the center of the magic barrier. But Maka's spell was obviously weaker than the caster, and it took a while to completely eliminate the barrier.

The front door of Hogwarts was opened by Maka!

"Well done -" Quirrell, who was controlled by Voldemort, suddenly showed a terrible smile on his face, and his hand holding Marca's neck tightened slightly.

But before his voice fell, Maka turned his hand and it was a coma spell. He didn't even read the spell this time. It was a silent spell! Caught off guard, Voldemort was severely hit and flew out, and even the magic stone in his hand fell to the ground.

"The magic stone is flying." Maka waved her wand and summoned the magic stone to her hand.

But before he could release the next spell, he saw Voldemort pounce on the door. With a "crackle", the space was distorted immediately.

"No!" Marca turned back, but someone was one step faster than him.

I saw a red light as fast as lightning, with the momentum of cutting through the space, directly hit the center of the area distorted by the phantom movement. It was Dumbledore!

Maka vaguely heard Voldemort's stuffy hum. In a moment, the space distortion calmed down.

"How's it going?" asked Marca hurriedly.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly as he came this way.

"He must be hurt, but he may not die."

Maka frowned at the words - he didn't expect that Voldemort would still be able to move under the attack of his close coma spell. The vitality is as tenacious as a cockroach.

Unfortunately, Maka's silent spell is not enough to cast a more powerful spell, otherwise he may be able to leave Chilo possessed by Voldemort at Hogwarts.

At this time, Dumbledore came over, patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "fortunately, you have recaptured the Sorcerer's stone, otherwise the consequences will be much more serious."

Maka nodded when he heard the speech. He raised the magic stone in his hand and looked at it, but his heart became very heavy.

"Voldemort must have hated me now, but more importantly -"

For Maka at this time, the most terrible thing is not Voldemort's escape, but that everything is leaning towards the unknown track. Although he doesn't remember much, he can remember at least part of the key points. But now, my memory has become unreliable.

In particular, he has clearly known that it is he who has caused this series of great changes!

"Butterfly effect."

Marca whispered to herself in her heart, never leaving the place where Voldemort disappeared. In his eyes, the stars on the distant sky wall reflected. It looked very deep and quiet, but it seemed to be full of deep gloom.

Maka stood there silently, and suddenly she was out of her mind

But no matter how Maka's state of mind changes, what should continue continues, and time will not stagnate for him alone.

How Dumbledore considered the event and how the follow-up treatment was arranged, Maka lost interest in following the observation.

As he hurried past Hermione, who had been untied by Dumbledore, the tearful little girl was smiling at him with joy. But he didn't even look at her at all. He just crossed with her and walked towards Hogwarts castle with heavy steps.

"Maka -" Hermione shouted, but Maka didn't seem to hear.

"Bang bang!"

Standing in front of the gate of Ravenclaw tower, Maka knocked rudely.

"Gaga, what's the matter? It looks like the world is going to be destroyed?" the bronze eagle on the doorknob blinked, flapped its wings and fell on his head.

"Nothing. I got some results from the runes on the volume of truth, so I came to talk to you." Maka didn't want to talk about what happened not long ago.

"Ga? Really! So fast?" the bronze Eagle said in surprise and took Maka to Ravenclaw's secret room again.

In the chamber of secrets, Maka shows the hawk the utility of cooling runes.

The bronze Eagle nodded and said, "yes, you are qualified to explore the next test! If you pass the test correctly, you will have a chance to see the real charm of the regular Rune --"

At this point, the bronze Eagle suddenly fell on the table in front of Maka and said in a solemn voice: "and, the danger of touching the rules!"

"Dangerous?" Maka was stunned at the speech, and then nodded.

Although his understanding of regular runes is still at the edge, if such a mysterious thing is not applied properly, there will be unpredictable dangers. This is something you can understand with your ass. after the bronze Eagle mentioned it, he naturally guessed a little.

"What's the next test?" Marca thought for a moment and looked up.

The bronze Eagle tilted his head, giggled and said, "this test will take a lot of time, because you need to enjoy a long trip to the ocean."

"Well, how long is it?" Marca frowned.

"As long as it takes you to travel from here to Albania, the journey will last as long as you want," said the bronze eagle. "On the way, you have to go to a place... Shelf 1, and take down the top-level copy of the notes of Elis navigation --"

Maka waved her wand and removed the bookshelf. From a distance, she saw an unusually large, thick sealed book lying horizontally on top of other books.

"Gaga, that's the biggest one!" cried the bronze eagle.

Maka waved her wand again and controlled the big note to float in front of her. He put the big and heavy notebook on the table and gently opened the cover.

"You can look at the rest slowly on the road. Turn to the end. There is a navigation chart in it." the bronze Eagle said. After Maka unfolded the navigation chart, he continued, "the route marked in red ink is your journey. Have a good look! See the small fork on the way? It's an island, too -"

At this point, the little Eagle paused, and then continued: "it's also the place where royna and Ravenclaw met."

"What?" Marca showed a stunned expression, and various conjectures flashed in her mind.

"It's not a secret," the bronze Eagle shook his head. "To tell you the truth, it's not important to you. But if you want to know, you can look around when you get there."

"Well, everything after that will wait for you to come back. First, I wish you a pleasant trip! Gaga!" the sharp laughter of the little Eagle made Maka feel a headache.

"I said, in Albania, what... Lake liquini? Then, what should I do?" looking at the strange place names on the map, Maka asked quickly.

He didn't want to continue to figure out how to do it.

"Dive, of course - what do you think?"

Maka nodded clearly and said to herself, "I don't know if a summer vacation is enough. I hope it's time --"

"Wait," he suddenly turned his tone and flashed a complex color on his face, "since you have this opportunity, you might as well..."

After the conversation with the bronze eagle, Maka continued to read a large number of books on the shelf. He even plans to bring more useful books for careful study on the road.

The books here are not all records about magic theory, but many experimental records of success or failure. Although it has been too long since now, many studies have lost its timeliness, which can be used for reference, but Maka can still get very rich harvest.

After all, these are the books of the famous Witch of that year, royna Ravenclaw!

This time, Maka spent almost three full days here, squatting in this secret room every day except for the necessary affairs to be solved.

Incidentally, because no one could find him, he missed Hufflepuff's last Quidditch match.

Surprisingly, although Ravenclaw's basic points were far ahead from beginning to end, it was Charlotte, the great beauty of Hufflepuff, who finally caught the snitch and ended the game. This can not help but let the teachers and students on the viewing table give her a warm cheer.

When Marca came out again, Harry had been keeping bones in the hospital bed for three days. Mrs. Pomfrey's potion is very effective. His bones have long grown, but Mrs. Pomfrey insisted on continuing to observe for a few days before she would let him go.

That day, when Marca got there, he found Dumbledore already there. Not only Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron were there with Harry.

Just as Marka stepped into the door of the ward, Hermione was the first to find him.

"Maka! You --"

As soon as she spoke, she immediately recalled the scene three days ago. Not only the experience of fighting with Voldemort, what impressed Hermione most was the moment when Marca passed by her at last.

Even he couldn't remember what Marca looked like at that time, but Hermione still remembered it as if it was in front of him at that moment.

Hermione closed her mouth at the thought of her gloomy face mixed with anger, surprise and regret. She didn't know what Marca was thinking, but she was as smart as she could vaguely understand that it was not something that others could easily touch. She didn't want to and didn't dare to touch it at will.

No matter how smart Hermione is, she is only a teenage girl after all. She doesn't understand how to deal with this vague and complex psychological state in her heart.

"Hmm?" Marca looked at her and said, "Oh, Hermione, was everything all right that day? Did you hurt anything?"

"No, no..." Hermione whispered.

"That's good, it's all right." Marca smiled and nodded, and then came to Harry's bed.