Chapter 57

This second experience is more unreasonable than the first.

Perhaps it has been seen that Maka does not want to cooperate, or for other reasons, this time's action is much more restrictive.

Although I can take the initiative to carry out some activities at ordinary times, if I deviate from the task goal, there will be that invisible control force immediately. So more often, Maka can only be an audience from the VIP perspective of the first person.

This feeling is very strange, with a strong sense of disobedience.

He can clearly feel any behavior, any psychological activity, and even the sensory experience brought by each action, but he can't intervene in it.

It is worth mentioning that even from a rational point of view, two different people will have different judgment standards.

"Just from a rational point of view?" Maka was puzzled by her own ideas.

Obviously, he felt something unusual - he never thought about problems from a rational point of view, which was not in line with his philosophy.

The scenery in front of me has been changing, from riding to bahata, the capital of Seljuk Dynasty, and then to the palace. It can be said that arani's own actions are more simple and direct than him, but also more rapid and concise.

Until arani pretended to be a Sunni, pretended to come forward and assassinated the target character, a burst of sad howling from the soul suddenly broke out.

"How to answer -" Marca thought a little and immediately reacted.

"It's the dagger..."

He could feel that the mysterious dagger was torturing the soul of the stabbed!

According to the magic book on the soul in the forbidden area of the Hogwarts library, tormenting the souls of the same kind can obtain powerful power, but it will also make their own souls vibrate and even lack.

There are many ancient black magic created by using this theoretical characteristic - such as the long lost method of making soul box.

Of course, there are also those who do the opposite, such as the legendary black wizard who referred to the soul box theory and invented the method of making Horcruxes - the despicable halbo.

While Maka was thinking, she found that the whole field of vision had become snow-white.

When he came back, he found that he had returned to the old and rough hall.

"Welcome back, young candidate."

The light around her body was fading away. Maka looked at the woman with black hair and eyes and felt a similar breath on each other for the first time.

Has she ever touched... The dagger?

"Roy Na - Myra?" asked Maka.

The other party nodded slightly and calmly said, "young candidate, this test may last for a long time. I hope you can pass safely."

"What is the goal of this test?" Marca continued.

But Roy namila shook his head and went on without answering his question.

"Remember, you must pass the test before you can move on to the next step." her expression was still calm, but the solemnity in her eyes was even more.

"When you get the response from the bronze eagle, you will know all the causes and consequences," she said. "I hope you won't follow in my footsteps..."

The voice didn't fall. Maka just wanted to continue asking. But in an instant, the hall suddenly began to decadent and weathered, and soon changed back to its original appearance.

And luoyinamira has completely lost his trace.

……

Hogwarts' life in grade two is actually no different from that in grade one. Of course, except for a peacock like Lockhart among the professors.

If there is any difference, it can only be said to be the change of the Quidditch team.

First of all, Harry joined the Gryffindor Academy in the second grade, and Ron was excited for it for several times; Correspondingly, Malfoy also became the seeker of Slytherin Academy. His father Lucius even funded a batch of new halo 2001, for which he also satirized Harry.

But maybe he was still terrified of the lesson Maka gave him last semester. When Hermione ironically returned, he glared at Hermione angrily and opened his mouth several times, but he still chose to ignore it.

In addition, a big event also happened to the Hufflepuff Academy. That is, Maka took the initiative to submit an application for withdrawal.

Although at the request of the members of the Academy team and even President spraot, Maka finally got the permission to withdraw temporarily, it is still a great pity for the whole hutchpatch.

In fact, in addition to minimizing intervention in the actions of the little lion trio, he also needs a lot of time to study the knowledge and application of spirituality.

If there is any clue at present, it is obviously about the mysterious power of the dagger.

Although we can't find any information about that thing, we can't go wrong after all.

"I'm a Hufflepuff, and a lower profile is the right way."

In the following days, except for class time, Maka spent all her time in the corner of the library, and the whole person exuded the smell of strangers. It's more like a real Slytherin than a Hufflepuff.

Hermione, who used to discuss with him in the library, was afraid to approach him because of the unknown factors in her heart.

This situation lasted until October.

Recently, the wet cold has always been scattered and permeated the whole Hogwarts Castle all the time.

A cold suddenly caught between the teaching staff and the students, causing Mrs. Pomfrey, the head nurse, to be in a hurry. Her refreshing agent has an immediate effect, but people who drink it will smoke in their ears for hours.

Ginny Weasley has been sick recently. Percy forced her to drink some refreshment. As a result, there was steam under her bright hair, and her whole head seemed to be on fire.

Harry, who has been training on the Quidditch field during this period, has always been enthusiastic, no matter how heavy the rain is.

After all, Slytherin's light wheels 2001 put a lot of pressure on the players.

In the twinkling of an eye, Halloween is coming

Hermione didn't know why she dared not go up to talk to him. She is as smart as her, but she can't tell what the reason is. She just feels that Maka seems to have changed a little.

In recent times, even professor gidrow Lockhart, whom she especially admired, sometimes found it difficult to distract her.

"What's the matter with him?" Hermione sat on the other side of the library, looking at Maka, who was buried in writing, and hesitated.

A few days ago, Harry was invited by Gryffindor's ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, to attend the ghosts' death party. She and Ron will also go.

In fact, she is looking forward to the itinerary of the party. After all, it is really strange, and living people are rarely invited.

She wanted to go and ask Maka if she wanted to go with her.

Hermione hesitated in her seat for a long time. It was not until late afternoon that she shook her fist and cheered herself up.

"Well... Marca," Hermione whispered.

But Maka, who was buried in the information books, didn't even raise her head, as if she hadn't heard it, and still focused on her own things.

"Marca," Hermione raised her voice, "almost Headless Nick invited Harry to the death party. I think... Won't you go with him tomorrow night?"

Marca still didn't answer. He continued to record some information in his notebook, but after a while, Hermione didn't leave.

He felt that someone else was looking here. He thought that it was no way to ignore it all the time, so he had to shake his head slightly.

Hermione saw that Marca didn't even want to lift her head, and her heart was in a mess.

"... OK."

For a long time, she left such a sentence, turned around and hurried away. She even forgot to return the books borrowed on the reading table. Behind her came Mrs. pince's shrill cry, but she had no time to pay attention.

That night, it was still raining outside the castle. Looking out, it was as dark as a layer of ink on the window.

But at least Halloween is still one day away. In Gryffindor's common room, the lights are bright and the atmosphere is happy.

The fire in the fireplace reflected countless soft armchairs, in which people sat reading, chatting and doing homework. Fred and George, the Weasleys' living brothers, are naturally not idle - they are studying the effect of giving a salamander some hard drawn fireworks!

Fred "saved" the bright orange lizard from the class of protecting magical biology. At the moment, it was burning stiffly on a table, and a group of curious people were gathering around it.

Just as Hermione pushed the door in, the salamander swished into the air, spinning wildly in the room, sending out sparks, accompanied by some loud bangs.

Percy as like as two peas in a voice, he scolded Fred and George for a very similar look.

The salamander's mouth spews out orange stars, which is very beautiful and spectacular.

It flew in front of Hermione who just came in with a series of explosions, but Hermione directly pulled out her wand and threw a freezing spell.

She's in a terrible mood now!

"... what's the matter, Hermione?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Don't bother me!" Hermione shook her head and walked quickly to the girl's bedroom, which soon disappeared into everyone's sight.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron turned to Harry with an embarrassed face.

"How do I know?" Harry shrugged, indicating that he was also confused.

Thinking about it, they had no clue, so they had to go back to bed honestly - Harry's recent training was very tense, but he was really sleepy at the moment.

"I remember Hermione went to the library just now..." when Ron passed the entrance of the women's bedroom, he suddenly thought, "maybe... It's because of Marca?"

Although Ron is not smart, he can understand Marca, but he also feels that Marca has been alienated from them recently. Especially, it seems that Maka hasn't been with them recently.