Chapter 75

When Professor McGonagall found Marca, he was staying in the greenhouse with Willie and recording the growth of those flower seeds last time.

"Oh! Here you are, Mr. McLean," said Professor McGonagall immediately, pushing open the greenhouse door. "Come with me. Dumbledore has something to do with you."

Maka calmly closed the notebook and looked up at the door.

"All right, Professor McGonagall," he said, turning to Willie again. "It seems that I have to leave, miss brova. Go back when you're done. Don't wait for me here."

After that, he sorted out the notebook and followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office.

Although she has been there several times, Maka still doesn't like it there. Every time he faced Dumbledore directly, there would always be an invisible pressure that kept him from relaxing all the time.

Especially this time, he did a lot of things that others didn't know. But just because you can hide it from others doesn't mean you can hide it from Dumbledore. In this, the mastery of a "degree" is very important.

Marca waited in the principal's room for a short time, and Dumbledore pushed the door in.

"How have you been?" said Dumbledore lightly. "Would you like some iced lemon juice?"

"I think it's a good idea." Maka nodded calmly.

When the two men met face to face and sat down at their desks, Dumbledore took the initiative to open the topic.

"You must care very much. What's the matter when I come to you at this time," said Dumbledore gently. "In fact, it's not so complicated -"

"I just invited you to listen to me tell a little story."

Maka didn't understand what this so-called "little story" had to do with him, but it didn't prevent him from being a qualified listener.

"A long time ago, there was a young wizard who had a happy family and a good life. When he entered Hogwarts to study magic, he found his talent and produced a series of ambitions and ideals..."

Dumbledore spoke softly in a soothing tone, as if he were missing something.

Behind his half moon glasses, the pale blue pupils glowed faintly.

"The little wizard's ideal was simple, but it was also huge. As for the young man, he didn't consider the correctness of this ideal at that time."

"A few years later, the little wizard graduated from Hogwarts with the best results... But his family had many accidents in these years, which forced him to interrupt his ideal."

"At that time, his sister was still young. When she cast magic, she was attacked by three Muggle boys who saw her show her magic ability. This attack made his sister's spirit very unstable - her magic was out of control. And their father also used the magic spell to revenge the Muggle boys... In order to ensure that his poor daughter would not be imprisoned for life St. Mungo's magic injury hospital, and alone took all the blame... He was sent to Azkaban. "

"After that, their mother took them to move..."

Hearing this, Maka immediately realized that the little wizard in the story was probably Dumbledore himself.

Dumbledore's story continues

"Unfortunately, that's not the end." Dumbledore raised his head slightly, and the lens became bright with the change of light angle, covering his slightly distracted eyes.

"When the little wizard's sister was 14 years old, her magic ran wild again... This accident brought her mother's life to an abrupt end. At that time, the little wizard's brother, the only one who could stop her magic from running wild, was not at home."

"At that time, the little wizard was very painful... Extremely painful. But things had happened, irreparable, and life had to go on. He endured his brother's resentment, comforted his blaming sister, and took up this broken family."

At this point, Dumbledore was silent for a moment before he continued.

"But just then, a little wizard with the same ambition appeared. They soon established a deep friendship and let the little wizard pick up his ideal again."

"They set out together to find some clues the little wizard got when he was at Hogwarts... During this period, the little wizard lost his feelings in order to accept a test."

Hearing this, Maka's heart jumped suddenly, and a lot of questions almost jumped out of her throat.

But when he saw that Dumbledore was still immersed in his story, he swallowed what he said.

Perhaps Dumbledore was once one of the candidates; Perhaps Dumbledore already knew his little secrets; Or perhaps this sudden conversation was born of it.

Marca decided not to interrupt Dumbledore's story. He would always tell himself if he wanted to.

"... at this time, the little wizard's brother pointed out that if he had a sister as his concern, the little wizard would never become a hero leader. The little wizard's close friend was very angry and cast a heart drilling curse on the little wizard's brother."

"At this time, the little wizard's sealed emotion loosened - he protected his brother. But because of this, a messy duel broke out between the three. In the chaos, the little wizard's sister wanted to help her brothers, but was killed by a spell cast by someone who didn't know!"

Dumbledore's long white beard trembled slightly, as if it had not been relieved.

"The little wizard's feelings were restored, and the original helpless test passed... But he gave up all the subsequent tests and his ideals. He didn't know what the meaning of his persistence was - his sister died, his brother hated him forever, and even his best friends fled far away."

At this point, Dumbledore suddenly looked at Marca with sharp and serious eyes.

"What would you do if it were you?" he asked.

Marca pursed her lips, her face still calm. He thought, thought, and really thought about the problem, but he didn't know.

After a long time, Maka finally said, "the answer to this question needs to be found by herself."

Dumbledore grimaced. He looked at Marca. After a while, he smiled.

"You are better than the little wizard in this story," said Dumbledore. "He finally gave up looking, and you may not."

"It's probably because I'm a Hufflepuff," Maka said.

Dumbledore called Marca this time, as if it was really just to tell such a story. After that, the old and young wizards sat opposite each other, drinking lemon juice without saying a word, thinking about their own affairs, and didn't leave until the beginning of the dinner.

Dumbledore may or may not fully understand what Maka did. But he didn't mean to ask.

This time, the whole Party lasted all night.

Harry and Ron both got some extra points, which finally won Gryffindor this year's College Cup.

After that, Professor McGonagall stood up and told them that the school had decided to cancel the exam in order to entertain everyone. All the students except Hermione are very happy about it.

Dumbledore announced that it was unfortunate that Professor Lockhart would not be able to come back next semester. Everyone burst into cheers when they heard the news - after all, no matter what miracles he had created, his courses were really terrible.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that several teachers are also applauding for this.

In addition to these surprises, the party was really lively, but Maka was not used to this lively scene. Especially recently, he always likes to think alone in a place where there is no one.

In the middle of the party, he took a drink and went out of the hall.

"Professor Lockhart?" Maka suddenly looked back. "Why did you come out? Shouldn't you enjoy this kind of party the most? You're the hero of Hogwarts this semester."

Lockhart shook his head with a bitter smile when he heard the speech. A rare sense of reality appeared on his face.

"Many people have told me such and such great truths, but I have never taken their words to heart." he said, "but this time, after I experienced it personally, I realized how boring it is to be an incompetent spectator in an exciting adventure."

Maka looked at him and calmly said, "it seems that I can look forward to your next book."

Lockhart's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Oh -" he couldn't help sighing, "I can't believe it. Are you really a child who hasn't finished the second grade? How do you know --"

"When a writer feels' bored 'about his story, he will probably tear up his manuscript and create a new story."

Obviously, Maka has determined that Lockhart will never write this event into another "false novel".

"I think you will be a terrible wizard in the future," Lockhart couldn't help saying.

Marca squeezed out a stiff smile at him.

"In that case, it's the wisest choice to make friends with such a terrible wizard," he said dryly. "Maybe there's something to ask you in the future, so remember to protect your popularity in the magic world."

"Ha ha, of course." Lockhart smiled awkwardly.

This night, the night sky is still so deep, the stars are flickering all over the sky, as if to tell people on the ground that everything in the world will return to peace like the rotation of stars and moon.