Chapter 116

"... Mr. McLean, that's the case," said Celine. "To tell you the truth, my mother just fainted for a moment and woke up soon. So we didn't care too much."

"But later, my mother's body became weaker and weaker... We also went to San Mungo many times, but we couldn't find out why."

Maka nodded and suddenly asked, "so, is there nothing else in that swamp?"

Celine shook her head and said, "no... or we didn't see anything. After all, the poisonous fog there is too thick to go deep."

"Manchak swamp..." Maka thought carefully, "ghost swamp... Voodoo..."

Words popped out of his mouth, which were some of the information he knew.

But after a while, Maka shook her head after all.

"You have to go on a field trip in the United States... Send your mother back to the bedroom and I'll think of a way... At least get the things attached to the soul down first," Maka said.

"... in your mother's state, it has reached a critical point. It will never last until we come back from the United States."

This problem is really troublesome. As far as Maka is concerned, he is not sure that he can make Selin's mother fully recover.

Can the soul that has been swallowed up make those things spit out again?

"It seems that we have to trouble headmaster Dumbledore this time..." Marca rubbed her frown and thought so.

To tell the truth, although it's all about the soul, sailin's mother's situation has nothing to do with his own emotional closure, which can be confirmed.

But intellectually, it is right to stay away from this obvious trouble - in fact, Snape may have done so.

But Marca, who has been denying this way of judgment and trying to find her own feelings, did not choose to avoid it.

Besides, he was really interested in what could only devour the soul.

Out of the "snow witch", it has snowed heavily outside. It seems that it can't stop for a while.

Maka tightened her tight robe and stared at the wind and snow and walked to the secret road

Hogwarts castle is still empty, the students are still enjoying a happy holiday, and it will be empty for some time.

But Dumbledore will never have much time for vacation.

At the moment, he was still sorting out all kinds of materials in the principal's room, and had to prepare the documents for the Ministry of magic. To be honest, Dumbledore has few days to be free all year round.

While he was immersed in all kinds of affairs, he seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked up at the door.

At the same time, after a few regular knocks at the door, a voice came in.

"... Professor Dumbledore, this is Marca McLean. I need your help."

At this sound, the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face seemed to stretch.

He had been waiting, waiting for the child McLean to come to him for help - even a little help.

The child is really quite clever and independent. From his contacts and handling of things, it seems that he doesn't have to worry too much.

Unlike Tom Riddle, he is better and more capable than Tom. But what Dumbledore valued was his sincere heart hidden deeply.

As a wizard, a wizard who will eventually become strong, this is particularly important.

But now, McClane, the child, is on the old road he once gave up. The road was too rough and difficult, and the burden to bear came up one by one, even Dumbledore himself could not go on.

He was really worried about whether the child would be crushed and damaged, and went the wrong way in confusion.

As a teacher who taught students like Voldemort, Dumbledore chose to wait this time.

He will no longer rashly encourage the students he values, but he will not interfere and force correction. What he is doing is to trust a smart child and give advice when he takes the initiative to seek help, that's all.

"Please come in," said Dumbledore Lang.

The door opened automatically and Marka walked in quickly without hesitation.

"Professor," said Marca, "you must have heard about the witch yesterday -"

Dumbledore nodded and motioned him to continue.

"When I went to see her mother today, I found some strange things," Marca continued. "In my judgment, the therapist in San Mungo misdiagnosed her mother's disease, so I did an examination for her mother myself."

He accentuated his tone and said seriously, "I found some strange things in her mother's soul - it's a kind of smoky things, which are constantly eating and swallowing her soul..."

"And now her mother's soul is incomplete."

Dumbledore could not help stretching his face when he heard this.

Swallowing the soul is generally not a trivial matter involving this situation.

Then Marca made a brief statement about manchak swamp, but Dumbledore immediately shook his head.

"I know that place," he said calmly. "I must not go there unless I have to."

After that, he said to Marca, "bring her mother here... Or do you want me to do something else?"

Marca shook her head and said, "no, it's just this thing. It's a little beyond my ability - I just know some fur about the soul."

"For the time being, there is no way to start, and her mother can't afford to wait."

Dumbledore stared at Marca for a moment, then said, "that's it, McLean, bring her to me."

After makashe, she hurried away again.

"The mind is firm and the goal is clear..." Dumbledore looked at the closed door and nodded secretly. "He lost his feelings, but he was not immersed in this efficient and clear psychology, and still affirmed his past self... This is the most valuable."

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After new year's day, everyone went back to school, and spotted unexpectedly returned to Ron's bed, which made him happy - but it looked even more listless.

The next day, the school began.

Staying on the playground for two hours in the cold January morning is the last thing we want to do; But Hagrid raised a fire full of fire monsters for everyone's enjoyment, and the students had an unusually good class - they collected dead branches and leaves to keep the fire, while fire loving lizards jumped around on the broken and red wood.

The first divination class in the new semester is much worse.

Professor Trelawney, who now teaches them palmistry, lost no time telling Harry that his lifeline was the shortest she had ever seen.

Soon, the morning course was over.

"He's still sick, isn't he?" Ron said of Professor Lupin at the last class in the morning.

They are walking in the corridor to have lunch.

"What do you think of him?" said Ron curiously.

Just then, a loud and impatient "beep" came from behind them. That's Hermione. She's been sitting under a suit of armor, tidying up her schoolbag. There are too many books to close the bag.

"What are you saying to us?" Ron asked her impatiently.

"That's a car horn..." Harry explained for fear that Ron didn't understand.

"Nothing," said Hermione proudly, putting her schoolbag back on her shoulder.

"No, what's wrong," said Ron. "I just said I didn't know what was wrong with lupin, so you --"

"Ah, isn't that obvious?" said Hermione, with a sense of superiority that drove people crazy.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't say it!" Ron shouted.

"OK," said Hermione arrogantly, and then left.

"She doesn't know," said Ron, staring angrily at Hermione. "She just wants us to talk to her again."

Harry shrugged and said, "you should be polite. Hermione didn't specifically find Professor McGonagall for speckle... Although speckle was gone..."

"Yeah, yeah," Ron sighed. "Well, I think I should... But I can't help seeing her like that!"

"She didn't tell Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt, and you can bear it!" Harry is really in a good mood now. He's going to ride the field on the best broom!

And recently, his patron saint mantra has become more and more skilled, which is also an exciting thing.

"Let's continue to talk about Professor Lupin..."

A week after the beginning of the semester, Ravenclaw and Slytherin played first.

Slytherin won, but the score was close.

According to wood, this is good news for Gryffindor. Because if Gryffindor wins Ravenclaw, it can still be second.

Therefore, wood increased the training time to five times a week - which means Harry can only do his homework two nights a week.

Even so, Harry didn't look as tired as Hermione.

Hermione took so many courses that the burden of the course finally appeared on her.

Every night, Hermione is bound to appear in a corner of the common room. On the tables in front of her are all kinds of textbooks: arithmetic charts, all kinds of magic dictionaries, Muggles' diagrams of lifting weights, and all kinds of extensive notes... She seldom talks to others. If someone bothers her, she will speak viciously.

"How did she cope?"

One night, Ron muttered to Harry that Harry was about to finish a paper on undetectable poisons arranged by Snape.

Harry looked up. Hermione was sitting behind a pile of shaky books. People were almost out of sight.

"She's been looking like Marca lately..." said Harry. "Well... What are you dealing with?"