Chapter 66

In the days that followed, everything seemed a little messy and annoying.

At Christmas, Hermione's compound soup was finally cooked. Ron and Harry became Malfoy's two stupid attendants and went to Malfoy to get some worthless information.

But Hermione turned into a cat's mother and stayed in the school hospital for several weeks because she put a cat's hair into the compound decoction.

When Hermione finally got out of the hospital, they found a faded black cover diary with a date vaguely written on the cover, which was about one day fifty years ago.

On the first page of the old diary, only one name written in blurred ink - Tom Riddle.

Three people stared around the diary, stunned that they didn't study anything. At last Harry had to put it at the head of the bed and see when he had a way.

He always thinks the old diary looks suspicious.

Later, Valentine's day will come again.

This Valentine's Day is obviously not very pleasant.

Lockhart found twelve gloomy looking dwarfs from somewhere. And they are different from ordinary dwarfs. LOHA holds them with golden wings and harps on their backs.

Those dwarfs send greeting cards everywhere. Sometimes they even open their voices and add a piece of hoarse and ugly music. It's really hard for people to avoid.

After that, the diary disappeared, but Harry didn't find it at the first time.

When I woke up the next morning, it was sunny and sunny, with a pleasant breeze blowing gently.

"It's the best weather for Quidditch games!" Wood said enthusiastically at the Gryffindor table, adding a lot of scrambled eggs to each team member's plate. "Harry, cheer up. You need a good breakfast."

Harry left the auditorium with Ron and Hermione to pack up his game items. At this time, a very heavy worry was added to his already chaotic heart. Because just as he was stepping up the marble stairs, he suddenly heard the sound again.

"This time I'm going to kill... Let me tear... Let me tear..."

He shouted, and Ron and Hermione jumped away from him in horror.

"That voice!"

Said Harry, turning his head back. "I heard it again - did you hear it?"

Ron shook his head, his eyes wide open, and Hermione listened with a puzzled look, but still heard nothing.

"By the way, Harry! What happened to Hagrid's chicken last time?" Hermione suddenly asked with a stare in her eyes.

"Chicken? What's the matter?" Harry said stuffy. "Hagrid just said... Well, what killed the chicken..."

"Oh! I think I need to check!"

She said, hurried away and went upstairs.

"What did she understand?" said Harry in a panic, still looking around to find out where the voice came from.

"I don't know," said Ron, shaking his head.

"But why did she go to the library?"

"Because that's Hermione's style," said Ron, a little ugly. "I don't want to go..."

……

And just half an hour ago, I was in the house on request.

"What you want to help me is to cross out this symbol with a knife when I call your name."

Marca told Willie squatting on the ground carefully.

"Yes."

"Well, it's about to start."

Marca said and walked to the middle of the room.

Some special symbols are being painted on the floor in the middle of an open field turned out by the responsive house. Between these symbols, neat lines are connected back and forth to form an irregular matrix.

That looks like a circuit diagram invented by Muggles.

The ink used to draw these symbols and lines looks very special. It is a kind of purple and black mark. From time to time, there is a faint blue light looming, showing an inexplicable sense of mystery.

Maka stood barefoot at a certain position of the array. Her left and right feet stepped on the breakpoint of a line and connected the whole array with her own body.

Suddenly, those purple and black lines and symbols burst out an amazing blue brilliance, enveloping Maka's whole person.

Maka, who had already done a lot of experiments, was not surprised. He stood still and seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, Maka felt sick and wanted to vomit.

At the same time, a lot of light black smoke burst out around his body. Soon, a huge black fog skeleton was formed behind Maka.

The skull looked ferocious. It suddenly opened its mouth and roared silently at Maka.

"Well..."

Maka felt very painful, but he didn't show it yet. His face was still calm.

However, this feeling was like something wanted to shake his soul out of the body. With the power disappearing a little, he became weak.

"No, I have to wait..."

Maka thought calmly, maintaining her standing posture, but her slightly trembling knees and palms showed that it was not easy.

The second time! The black fog skeleton's hair roared for the second time!

Maka groaned, her eyes wide, and the blood on her white eyes was almost clearly visible.

But this patience was not in vain. Soon, a faint virtual shadow "protruded" from Maka's body. Although the head and feet were still closely connected with Maka, the body part was "blown" out of the shell by the silent roar of the skull.

Maka stared at the translucent blur - he was using his eyes to confirm the integrity of the soul.

After a while, he couldn't support it after all, and weakly shouted "brova".

When Willie heard this, she immediately scratched on the floor with a knife.

With the sour creak, the magic light broke and disappeared in an instant, and the black fog skull soon dissipated. Maka's soul returned to his body again, but he himself was half kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily.

"The Phoenician magic text is still too simple. The accuracy is really difficult to control, resulting in excessive fluctuation."

As she thought, Maka laid herself flat on the floor, her chest undulating violently.

"..." Willie went to Marca, squatted down beside him and looked at his face quietly.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

Maka shook her head slightly. After recovering her strength a little, she sat up again.

"Bring me the note on the desk, thank you."

After a risky attempt, many important experimental data are generated, which need to be recorded at the first time.

After a while, he got up slowly and left the house on request with the active help of Willie.

If it had been before, Marca would have been surprised by Willie's behavior. But now, he just has some questions about it.

Now the students and professors have gone to the Quidditch stadium to watch the game. The castle looks a little empty. But when they first arrived near the library, they ran into Lockhart.

"Well," Lockhart was stunned and then changed into a smile, "Oh, isn't this Marca? What's the matter with you? Can I help you?"

Maka looked at him and shook her head slightly.

"Oh - well, but I think you'd better --"

Before Lockhart finished, Marca suddenly pulled out her wand.

"My God! What are you going to do?" Lockhart hurriedly took out his wand and panicked at Marca.

"Go away."

Maka stood up straight, waved her wand quickly, and bounced Lockhart into the next corridor. At this time, his eyes had been tightly closed.

"Miss brova, close your eyes and go to the corridor over there," he said solemnly in front of Willie. "Professor Lockhart, you too - if you don't want to die."

After that, he no longer cared about Lockhart, but whispered something.

"Concentrate... Fast."

That's the assassin ability he learned from Alani.

Suddenly, Maka's perception ability has been greatly improved, and her body's agility has also increased a lot.

But after all, they are already in a weak state, and these gains can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

But anyway, he had to go.

"Why did the Basilisk appear..." Maka thought of this, but stopped again. "Hermione?"

"Hiss -"

Maka tilted her head to catch everything.

He could feel the approach of the snake monster - he could even hear the slight sound of snake scales wriggling and rubbing on the ground, but his physical strength forced him to defend instead of attack.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from the front left, and he took a few steps back without hesitation.

Boom!

The snake monster knocked heavily on the ground of the corridor and immediately hit a small pit. The stone slab cracked and splashed a lot of stone debris.

Maka thought of many ways in an instant, but he eliminated them one by one.

The most difficult thing to deal with a basilisk is never to look at the Basilisk's eyes. Direct vision is the immediate effect. Even if you see it indirectly, you will be petrified.

In this way, the "eye disease curse" can be said to be the right medicine, but if you want to aim, you will inevitably intersect with the eyes of the snake monster, and it is difficult to get caught; With other offensive spells, Maka doesn't have the strength at present, not to mention the anti magic scale that almost covers the whole body of the Basilisk is not funny.

And if you use magic medicine to deal with snake monsters

"I can only try."

Thinking so, Maka simply put away her wand and took out a pure black magic medicine bottle from her arms.

This is the unexpected product of Marka's research on stick less attack after last Christmas - fierce fire bottle.

Now, the fierce fire bottle has been updated to the second generation. How powerful can it play in the face of the snake monster, a magical creature with strong magic?

To tell you the truth, Marca wants to know.