Chapter 80

"It's terrible," said Neville, whose voice was obviously much higher than usual. "Did you feel cold when that thing came in?"

"I feel weird," said Ron, wringing his shoulder uncomfortably. "It's like I'll never be happy again..."

Ginny curled up in the corner trembling. She hugged her knees and sobbed in a low voice. Hermione went over and put her arm around her comfortingly.

"Ginny, if you don't like chocolate, you can try this."

Maka took out another small bottle, which contained a small half bottle of slightly white liquid medicine. It looked like milk mixed with water, but everyone felt a trace of warmth just looking at it.

Ginny certainly felt it. She looked up at Maka and said timidly, "can I...?"

"Of course, it'll be much better," Marca handed Ginny the bottle. "Just a little drink, a SIP as big as the nail cap."

"It must look precious. Is it your newly invented potion?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Oh, yes," said Marca. "Well, I mean, it's really expensive, but it's not magic medicine - it's not made by blending."

"Oh -- I've always wanted to ask --" said Harry uncontrollably. "Marca, what's in your robe? It's like a locker full of potions!"

Maka shrugged when she heard the speech. "It's my secret."

Just as they were talking, Ginny shakily pulled out the cork and took a sip carefully.

Suddenly, she clearly felt that a warm current flowed down the throat, and then spread in her stomach in an instant - her mood was incredibly better.

"Oh - I feel happy." Ginny smiled, but in a moment she said bitterly, "but it tastes so bitter..."

She refilled the cork and planned to return it to Maka, but Maka waved her hand.

"You can keep it for those who need it," he said casually.

"Oh - thank you," Ginny nodded gratefully, "but I think it's best not to drink it a second time."

"Has she become more cheerful?" said Ron, looking at Ginny strangely.

"It's only temporary. When the effect passes, it will return to its normal state. Um... It's only two or three minutes."

After a while, Professor Lupin came back.

He paused when he came in, looked around, smiled and said, "I didn't poison chocolate, you know..."

As he spoke, his eyes were attracted by the potion bottle in Ginny's hand.

"Oh, is this?"

"It's just milk with cheff flower juice," Maka said casually.

"That's really good..." Luping smoked at the corner of his mouth.

Although it sounds very simple, the material "cheff flower" is not cheap. The juice of cheff flower alone can play a similar role to the high-level magic medicine "euphoria", and there will be no sequelae of singing and dancing.

"... well, we'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you better?"

They didn't talk much for the rest of the journey.

Finally, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts station. It was really a mess when it got off: owls were crying, cats were busy from time to time, and even Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat.

The small platform has frozen and the cold rain is pouring down.

"First graders come here!" cried a familiar voice.

Hagrid had bent over and got out of the train. He was waving to the panicked new students to take them on the traditional trip across the lake.

"Are you all right, you three?" Hagrid shouted at them over the heads. Harry and they waved to him, but had no chance to talk to him because the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed the other students on a rough and muddy road.

There were at least a hundred carriages waiting for the remaining students, each pulled by an invisible horse - Harry could only assume that, because when they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage drove automatically.

The carriage stumbled and shook all the way. There was a faint smell of mildew and dry straw in the carriage.

The carriage rolled forward. In front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron doors. On both sides were many stone columns, and the top was decorated with small sculptures of winged wild boars.

They saw two tall, hooded Dementors standing guard on both sides of the gate. As they approached, it seemed that another cold wave came here.

"They're all hiding under their cloak. It's really impossible to tell which is which..." Maka looked at them and thought so.

The carriage picked up speed on the long ramp until it reached the castle. Hermione leaned out of the window and watched many corner towers and towers approaching them.

Finally, the carriage came to a shaky stop and everyone got off in a hurry.

Then they saw a man standing on the stone steps leading to the castle.

"McLean, come here for a minute."

It was Snape. He smelled as usual, and without looking at the others, he said to Marca and turned to the castle.

Marca was stunned, said hello to Harry and them, and quickly followed.

Snape's office.

"What can I do for you, professor?" asked Marca.

"Wolf venom, you know?" snape asked bluntly.

"Oh, yes --" said makaton. "Professor Lupin needs it. Do you want me to prepare it?"

Snape was stunned this time.

"Do you know him... Well, you can make wolf venom?" he asked, looking at Marka hesitantly. "What's the success rate?"

Although Snape was a little curious about Maka's knowledge that lupin was a werewolf, he was more concerned about the preparation of wolf venom, which was not generally difficult to boil.

"It should be about 80 percent. You have to try to know the details," Maka said frankly.

"Hmm..." snape frowned slightly and thought about it before saying, "then you should try first. You must know the medication time of wolf venom. Before that, you must prepare it."

Maka nodded to show understanding.

It was Dumbledore's idea to give this task to Marca, but Snape didn't object, but he planned to demonstrate it to Marca first. Who knew that Marca had made such rapid progress in magic medicine.

Last semester, Maka was low-key at school and had less communication with Snape on magic medicine. But he didn't expect that even if Maka was just immersed in research, she had made rapid progress that ordinary people couldn't reach.

It can be said that Marca's talent and diligence in magic can't be learned by ordinary people.

But Snape didn't know that there was a deeper reason hidden in it, and Maka didn't even notice it.

After the matter was explained, Maka left and planned to go to the auditorium to see if she could catch up with the branch ceremony, but Snape stopped her.

"Anything else, professor?"

Snape looked at him impatiently and spoke after a while.

"Watch Potter if you're free," he said reluctantly, adding, "... That's what Dumbledore means."

"All right, professor."

One by one, they walked quickly to the first floor.

The auditorium is a sea of pointed black hats. Students are seated next to each long table. Thousands of candles shine on their faces. These candles are suspended in the air above the long table.

Professor McGonagall was walking towards the middle of the podium with an old hat and a three legged stool.

"I did catch up, but..." Maka shook her head faintly and said, "I have to listen to the hat sing again..."

New students at Hogwarts wear a branch hat to decide which college they should study in. This hat will shout out the college they are most suitable to study in. But it always has a bad habit - it always sings the characteristics of each college in a strange tone, and it will insert a few messages it thinks are very interesting.

When Marca and Snape came in together, everyone looked at them.

Marca politely tilted her upper body to show politeness, but Snape ignored it. He strode to the empty seat in the classroom.

"Hey - Marca! This way!"

At the long table of Hufflepuff college, a beautiful woman with long blond hair was waving to him - it was sister Charlotte Witt.

"Good evening, sister." Maka went over and sat in the empty seat next to her. "Congratulations on your promotion to grade 7. You can graduate soon."

"Don't mention it! I don't know if I can pass the 'overwork witch test'!" Charlotte said with a sad face, "that's really 'super fatigue'

"Is there any difficulty? Maybe I can help you..."

While they were chatting, Professor Dumbledore stood up and spoke, and the auditorium immediately became quiet.

Although Dumbledore is very old, he always gives the impression of energy.

His hair and beard were several feet long, he wore half moon glasses, and his nose was badly hooked. People often say that he is the greatest wizard today, but people respect him not only for that.

Even Maka has to admit that the old white wizard has an innate affinity, and you can't help liking him.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, shining his white beard with the light of the candle. "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to you..."

"One thing is very serious. I think it's better to make it clear before you get confused by this delicious meal..."