Chapter 64

Since the beginning of school, Maka has spent most of her time studying her own problems. The source of this matter is not difficult to grasp. It is nothing more than the disaster caused by the dagger.

According to royna, this is actually a part of the test.

If Maka is right, the goal this time may be to let him find those lost emotions and emotions.

But this test is obviously much more difficult than last time. At least Phoenician characters still have obvious clues, but the strange dagger makes Maka have no clue.

Rational thinking can help him think calmly, but groundless speculation can only be regarded as a blind guess.

"It's obviously about the soul."

Maka remained invisible and inquired about materials in the forbidden area of the library.

He looked carefully at the magic book he had read a few times before - that is, the research notes on soul magic.

The book still exudes that uncomfortable magic wave, but somehow, today's Maka is no longer unbearable.

He turned the book page by page, studied it carefully by the moonlight outside the window, and concentrated on it from time to time.

It was quite a while before he glanced through the book.

"There is some harvest, but it has nothing to do with the current purpose." Maka stuffed the book back.

"Dagger... Torture soul... What is it?" he kept talking to himself, trying to arouse some inspiration to help himself think.

Thinking about it, he suddenly closed his eyes and stood quietly for a while.

"Yes, that's right!" Maka opened her eyes and said it involuntarily.

He forgot that he was invisible.

"Yes, yes... If emotions and emotions are also part of the soul, erasing them is equivalent to erasing part of the soul."

Maka calmly analyzed and put forward a hypothesis that had not been recorded in the magic book.

"If you want to erase part of the soul, you must tear the soul first. For this, you can refer to the manufacturing method of Horcruxes."

"... but then? After tearing... Is it swallowed up?" he speculated that here, he couldn't help saying, "doesn't that say..."

If it was swallowed up, I'm afraid it would be troublesome. The dagger didn't come back with him.

"It seems that we can only find a way to check the state of the soul..."

Maka thought about it and pulled out the book that had just been stuffed back.

"I remember... Well, if you analyze this incomplete spell, you should try to split the first half..."

Since Maka "saw" the mystery of the spell casting with his own eyes in the summer vacation, he has a deeper understanding of the "spell" and "rules".

Although it is still impossible for him to create the spell himself, he can try to disassemble and improve the spell.

While staring at the contents of the page, Maka subconsciously waved her wand to confirm whether her analysis was correct or not.

A faint Black Mist flashed on the wand, curling around the wand and sticking out from the tip of the wand.

The black fog twisted and rolled, gradually became rich, and slowly even had some fuzzy forms.

Before long, the black fog formed a terrible foggy skull. There was even a faint blue light flashing in the empty eyes, which looked quite terrible.

Suddenly, a suppressed low voice came out of thin air in the library.

Maka immediately dispersed the black fog skeleton and turned her head to focus on the source of the sound.

"..." he was silent for a moment, and then calmly said, "Ron, come out as soon as you come."

As Maka's voice faded, the library resumed its original silence again.

After a while, next to the bookshelf outside the forbidden area, Ron, Harry and Hermione lifted their invisibility cloak and came out.

"Very smart." Marca looked at the cloth tied to the soles of the three people's shoes and looked at Hermione again.

"This, not -"

Marka shook her head and interrupted Hermione.

"Tell me, what's the matter with coming to me so late."

Harry looked at each other and didn't know where to start.

RON in particular, when he saw the scene just now, he even had the idea of leaving here immediately.

To tell you the truth, he really regretted that he had called out just now.

Harry, standing next to Ron, was covering the scar on his forehead with his hand - the skull made of black fog, which made his scar ache.

As for Hermione, in fact, she didn't want to come this time, but she was worried about Maka's current state. After thinking about it, he came after all.

But when they were directly facing the expressionless Maka, they all stayed in place with their mouths half open.

Even if everyone had bad guesses about the situation, no one expected to see such a terrible scene in the library.

To tell the truth, when the three saw the skeleton formed from the front of Maka's wand, a sense of fear from the soul immediately rose from their hearts. That feeling still lingered.

At the moment, Maka was standing beside the huge bookshelf, and a ray of moonlight fell in from the window, obliquely illuminating half of his face. That indifferent expression, coupled with the dark scene, looks a little scary.

"No, nothing! We just want to... Find a book in the forbidden area." Hermione said cautiously.

"Book?" Maka nodded. "Then you look for it. I should go back."

Naturally, he didn't take what Hermione said seriously. She had already lent out the powerful potion. Now what book did she look for?

But Maka didn't want to say that.

After putting the book back on the shelf, he calmly walked to the door of the library.

But just as he passed Harry and the three of them, Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Maka, are you... Okay?"

Marca paused, but she didn't look back.

"Nothing."

Then he went on and soon disappeared at the gate.

From beginning to end, Ron didn't say a word. Not that he didn't want to say it, but that he didn't dare to say it - seriously, he was a little frightened.

Harry kept thinking about the scar on his forehead. He didn't understand why it caused pain when he saw Maka's strange magic.

After a while, the three men got back into the invisibility cloak and went back to Gryffindor's common room in silence.

"Harry, why did you know Marca would be in the library?"

In the common room, Ron asked with an ugly face.

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm just guessing, because I've seen Maka's handwriting on the magic book in the forbidden area before..."

"You're just taking a chance!" said Hermione.

"I just thought, even if I didn't see Marca herself, maybe Hermione, you can see some clues from Marca's words..." Harry explained. "Because I can't understand those words, I've always been curious. But I don't know..."

"Oh, stop it, Harry!" said Ron uncontrollably. "I think we should tell Dumbledore about it..."

As Ron said this, the common room seemed to become much quieter.

Hermione looked at Ron and nodded after a while.

"Maybe you're right this time..."

"Even for Marca..." Hermione said softly in her heart.

……

What happened in the duel Club inevitably became the topic of the students.

Some are discussing Maka's courage and freedom, while others are wondering how strong Maka has become. But more, still talking about Harry's performance.

"... because being able to talk to a snake is Salazar Slytherin's famous skill. Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin college is a snake! That's why the whole school will think you are his great great great grandson or something..."

Ron's words were always in Harry's ears, and he was quite angry at the comments and fears of other students.

When Harry left the crowd angrily and walked quickly through the corridor, he ran into something he shouldn't see again.

Justin finlieri lay on the floor, cold and stiff, a look of horror frozen in his face, and his eyes stared at the ceiling.

It wasn't over yet. There was another figure next to him. It was a strange sight Harry had never seen before.

Almost Headless Nick, he's the ghost of Gryffindor. But now, instead of being milky white and translucent, he became dark and smoky. He lay motionless and suspended six inches from the ground.

Half as like as two peas in his head, Justin's face was as frightened as he could be.

Soon Harry found that he didn't need to worry about how to explain Marca 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 much to worry about at the moment, he would feel very happy to have the opportunity to come here.

This is a spacious and beautiful round room, full of all kinds of funny little things.

There are many strange silverware on the slender high foot table. They whirled and puffed out small puffs of smoke. The wall was covered with portraits of old principals, both male and female, who snored gently in their respective picture frames.

There is also a huge table in the room. The feet of the table are in the shape of claws. On a shelf behind the table, there was a broken and wrinkled Wizard Hat - the branch hat.

Harry hesitated. He looked warily at the sleeping wizards and wizards on the surrounding walls.

If he took off his hat and tried it on his head, wouldn't it hinder him?

Harry crept around the table, picked up the hat on the shelf and slowly buttoned it on his head - the hat was too big to slide down and cover his eyes, just as he had worn it for the first time.