Chapter 127

Charlotte's request is actually very embarrassing for Marca, because it's too late to make up her lessons again. And his learning style is really not suitable for other students - as can be seen from the way Harry and them listened to him talk about the theory of the patron saint curse.

Finally, Charlotte couldn't help pestering him and borrowed his notes - whether she could understand it or not, at least Marca had studied some of the knowledge in the senior grade.

A few days later

Buckbeak's appeal date was set on the 6th, which coincidentally coincided with the end date of the exam.

Unfortunately, something happened.

Just as Marca learned the date of appeal from Hermione, his owl MafA sent him a letter signed brand, his partner.

"... I have something urgent to go on a long trip recently. I hope I can take the time to come to the shop to discuss the consignment during the closing period."

After reading the letter, Maka thought it over a little and decided to go in the evening.

After all, the exam will start tomorrow, and there will be no way to run around then. Because whenever Hogwarts enters the examination period, the inspection in the castle will be much more detailed. Even if he is invisible, he may not be able to easily avoid the rotation inspection of several professors.

What's more, the exam is only a week, so there's no need to toss around.

That night, taking advantage of the dead of night, Maka skilfully avoided Filch's search route and soon got into the secret path under the beating willow.

The secret road was as dark as ever. Even if Maka had something in her hand to illuminate, the light still couldn't run far. Looking forward, she couldn't see anything.

But the number of times emaka walked through the secret Road, he could even reach the screaming hut with his eyes closed, which he was used to.

Maka kept running under her feet, bent down and trotted, and soon ran over three-quarters of the secret road.

However, at that moment, he saw an unusual thing lying in the middle of the secret Road, blocking his way!

Maka immediately paused and subconsciously pulled out the wand with her right hand.

The thing was still hidden beyond the reach of the light. From him, only a faint outline could be seen.

"... corpse?" Marca hesitated and approached slowly.

The wand in his hand was steadily aimed at the front. It seemed that as soon as there was a movement, the magic spell that was ready to go would be released immediately.

But until he saw what it was, the expected attack did not appear.

"Black?" Marca frowned and walked quickly forward. "Uncle black, wake up --"

Leaning against the stone wall of the secret path is Sirius Black. If you want to be more precise, it is Sirius Black who is completely in a coma.

His wand rolled down not far away, and his own breathing was quite weak.

When Marca checked roughly, she immediately found that the front of black's clothes had been torn more than half, and on his half exposed chest, there was a bruise as big as a fist, which collapsed slightly.

"... the rib is broken," Marca reached out and touched it, then said to herself in confirmation.

And when he simply pulled off black's coat to have a closer look, he found another bruise on black's waist. It may be lighter than the chest injury, but it may have hurt the internal organs

Maka immediately took out a bottle of potion, raised Black's neck and filled the whole bottle of potion.

While waiting for the effect to come into play, Maka fell into meditation.

This time the situation was really beyond his expectation, and I'm afraid what happened can only be known when black wakes up.

Fortunately, black suffered only physical damage. If there was any tricky magic damage, it was very likely that he would not get better in a moment and a half.

After waiting quietly for a moment, black suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hmm..." he seemed to be frightened. He suddenly supported the ground and wanted to get up, but his injury didn't allow him to do so at all.

Black snorted and fell back on the cold ground.

"Uncle black, there's no danger here," said Marca, who was also leaning against the stone wall. "What happened? How did you get hurt like this?"

Blake gave him a confused look, and it took him a while to get over it.

"... Peter," he said vaguely, in a hoarse and low voice, "that must be Peter... But... Why..."

He seemed to want to say something, but the next moment he fainted again.

"Peter Pettigrew?" Marca frowned more. "He attacked black? What's the reason?"

Pettigrew Peter is undoubtedly synonymous with timidity. It is almost impossible for him to fight black - he is still at large from beginning to end, even after he successfully deceived everyone that year.

How could such a coward attack Sirius Black, whom he has always admired and envied?

Not to mention, with Peter's strength, even a sneak attack is difficult to beat black like this. Maka has personally experienced Sirius's combat level.

However, the facts were in front of him, but he couldn't let him believe it.

"Maybe... What help did dwarf Peter invite?"

So far, Maka can only guess.

Seeing that black seems to have fallen into a deeper coma and recovered, Maka understands that the efficacy has been brought into full play. Black should not wake up again in a short time.

After thinking about it, he simply took black with him to Tyrande's store.

But he just came to the scream shed and found that there was a mess outside.

On the street, a large number of Dementors were wandering back and forth, and some figures were searching everywhere with magic wands. Maka guessed that it must be a group of Aurors - the Ministry of magic has taken action!

On both sides of the street, most houses were closed, but the light from the windows showed that the wizards were still awake.

In a room not far from the scream shed, someone was arguing loudly about something. The volume was so loud that even Maka could hear something faintly.

He could not help but lay black flat on the floor, and then leaned behind the wooden wall to listen carefully

"... you can't stay here! Just say, would you like to accompany me?"

"Oh, honey... This is my ancestral home for generations. I can't just --"

"Say these words to those Dementors outside!"

"But --"

"But what? Oh - and that evil freak, that must be a very dangerous black wizard! If you care so much about your house, discuss with him and see if he can let you stay a few more weeks?"

"Come on, honey..."

"Let go of my hand! If you want to die, my child and I have to live! Let go..."

In the scream shed, Maka thought and speculated calmly while sorting out the information he got in the conversation. But the incident was so sudden that the blind man's guess was almost worthless.

In this situation, taking black will definitely hinder the action. For the sake of safety, he decided to talk to Hogwarts first.

As for the matter here, let the people of the Ministry of magic explore it first!

However, if something has the possibility of getting worse, no matter how small the possibility is, it will appear in front of you and catch you off guard.

Just as Maka and black were going back to the secret Road, behind him, a figure shrouded in black smoke burst through the wall.

Almost at the same time, a hand with black gas grabbed at the back of Maka's head very quickly!

For a time, the strong wind messed up Maka's black hair, and the strong evil spirit was still close to the essence.

At that critical moment, as Maka bent forward, she waved her wand and sent black to the corner.

It was the moment he bowed his head and bent down that the suddenly attacked hand brushed the tip of Marca's hair, and a chill immediately spread all over his body.

It was the first time since Marca entered Hogwarts that he felt a real death threat.

Just the moment the hand brushed the back of his head, the strong wind brought by the other party's waving directly sent him a message - if he was hit by that, his brain seeds would definitely be opened.

The next second, Maka fell heavily on the floor and made a dull landing sound.

In such a crisis, the advantages of his loss of emotion were completely revealed.

Despite the severe pain caused by the whole body hitting the floor, Maka immediately turned over and rolled to the side - not surprisingly, just as he left his place, a foot with the same black gas crashed there; It was so powerful that even the floor was crushed.

"Shenfeng has no shadow!"

Maka turned over and without hesitation chose the highly damaging spell invented by Snape. The tip of his wand pointed directly at the other party's face. It can be said that the current crisis has left little scruples in his heart.

The original invisible cutting spell stirred the black air on the other party's face. However, it only made the other party look up. The next moment, the other party swung his legs again.

Is Maka's own strength too poor, or the other party's magic defense is very high?

"There are many obstacles!"

This time, Maka didn't believe in the effect of the curse too much. When he released the obstacle curse, he didn't care about his embarrassment and rolled aside again.

"Is it the effect of those black gases?" Maka calmly thought about the countermeasures while fleeing from the original place.

The strong black air completely enveloped the other party. In a hurry, it was impossible to confirm the identity of the other party. However, at this time, whether it is Peter Pettigrew or not is no longer so important.