Chapter 158

"Marca... Don't you go back to Hogwarts...?"

Hearing Willie's direct inquiry, Marca was stunned.

"... maybe!"

To be honest, although he has taken the initiative to leave Hogwarts at present, he can say whether he will come back in the future... It's really uncertain. After all, the test of royna has not been completed!

From beginning to end, he has been studying the mystery of the volume of truth; But until now, he has only found some very limited applications, and he can't even see the real hidden things.

When Willie heard the speech, she didn't ask any more questions, but turned her head and looked at Gryffindor's table.

"She... I don't like it."

"Who?"

It's not easy to get a "don't like" from Willie, and Marca looks back over there.

Willie is staring at a busbarton girl. Now she had taken off her scarf, and her long, waterfall like silver hair fell gently to her waist.

Now she had just walked up to Ron and asked. After serving a plate of miscellaneous fish soup from Gryffindor's long table, she went back to Ravenclaw.

From Maka, you can see from a distance that she has a pair of big blue eyes and white and neat teeth.

Yes, that girl is really beautiful. No wonder many students in the hall are looking back at her.

At the moment, Ron looked particularly defenseless. He looked at her blankly, his face flushed. Her beauty does not only refer to her appearance, but also her body seems to have a faint attraction. Like——

"A Meiwa hybrid," Marca said, looking at her. "That should be Furong Delacour of busbarton."

"Do you like it?" Willie asked suddenly, and then added, "Meiwa."

"Me?" Maka thought, then shook her head. "I don't like it, but I'm very interested in this blood... I mentioned a story in a magic book about Meiwa's blood."

"What?" asked Willie, turning her head at once and looking directly at him, as if she were very concerned.

"Are you interested?" Maka said. "The book records a legend about the origin of Meiwa's blood..."

While eating the food on the plate, he began to talk off and on like a story.

It is said that a beautiful girl appeared in a small desert country in ancient times. When she was a teenager, her beauty was well known in the city.

However, at that time, she was just an ordinary beautiful Muggle girl, far from being recorded by wizards.

But on the day of her adulthood, something happened to her, which suddenly produced a strong and extreme charm. Both men and women, young and old, were attracted by her charm, deeply fell into a strange fantasy and killed each other.

The girl was very frightened, but she couldn't change the situation at all. She had to run away all over the place.

It was her panic behavior that made the disaster rapidly spread to the whole country, and the bad situation seemed to get out of control.

In the end, she even influenced some ancient wizards and triggered a real disaster of national destruction.

At the end of the legend, it says:

When the unfortunate girl finally realized that her existence would only bring disaster to the world, she chose to die quietly in a silent Flower Valley. Because she did not dare to look back at the dead country, because she could no longer bear the pain of reality.

When she fell into the sea of flowers, her blood dyed a piece of soil red.

Many years later, a crystal flower with elves bloomed quietly in the dark red soil, as if commemorating the girl's pure heart

The story ended here, but Maka didn't stop.

"You may have guessed that the crystal flower should be the 'mystery crystal flower' planted by the flower seeds you brought, and the 'spirit' mentioned in the story mostly refers to Meiwa..."

At this point, he paused and bit the sausage on the fork, "I guess if it is watered with Meiwa's blood, the growth rate of 'enigmatic crystal' flower seed may be much faster..."

As he spoke, he habitually began to ponder over the research on the "enigmatic crystal flower", but Willie didn't seem to listen at this time. She just stared at Marca's side face, only repeating a word in her heart——

"This story, he, also knows..."

At this time, the dessert after the meal has been served. Everyone noticed that there are many sweets they have never seen before.

On Gryffindor's side, Ron looked at all the desserts carefully and took a fancy to a strange, white milk jelly. Then he carefully moved it a few inches from his right hand so that it could be clearly seen from ravencrouch's table.

However, the girl who was full of charm all over seemed to be full. She didn't come to serve this plate of sweets.

When the golden plates were cleaned again, Dumbledore stood up again.

With his action, a feeling of excitement and tension filled the auditorium.

Marca turned and looked calmly at Dumbledore.

"This moment has finally come," said Dumbledore, smiling at his suppressed faces. "The top three competition is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before I bring the box in..."

Dumbledore first introduced Barty crouch, director of the Department of international cooperation of the Ministry of magic, and Ludo bagman, director of the Department of sports.

Under his introduction, the auditorium burst into sparse applause.

Even the more popular bagman did not get much applause for him. After all, everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!

"Over the past few months, Mr. bagman and Mr. crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the top three competition," Dumbledore continued. "They will form a jury with me, Professor Orson and Mrs. maxim to make a fair judgment on the efforts of the warriors."

Hearing the word "warrior", the students seemed to pay more attention.

Dumbledore also seemed to notice their sudden silence. He smiled and said, "Mr. filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that filch had been standing in a corner of the auditorium. Now he came towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewelry. The box looked very old.

Everyone looked at the box and talked happily.

"Mr. crouch and Mr. bagman have carefully examined the specific events of this year's warriors competition," said Dumbledore, while filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.

"They have also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test warriors in many different aspects... Test their ability in magic, their courage and their immediate reasoning ability -"

"Of course, and their ability to overcome danger."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath.

"You already know that there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly. "Each represents a participating school... We will score them according to the quality of each competition project they complete. After the completion of the three projects, the warrior with the highest score will win the top three cup. The one who is responsible for selecting the Warriors is an impartial selector, which is the Goblet of fire."

At this point, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and knocked on the lid of the box three times. The lid creaked and opened slowly. Dumbledore reached in and took out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.

The cup itself is not impressive at all, but it is full of beating blue and white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."

"Those who want to become warriors can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, that is, Halloween night, the goblet will choose the names of the three students it believes can best represent the three schools - tonight, the goblet will be placed in the lobby, and all students willing to run for election can get access to it."

"In order to avoid the temptation of underage students..."

At this time, Dumbledore seemed to take a deep look at Marca, "when the goblet is placed in the hall, I'll draw an age line around it. No one under the age of 17 can cross this line..."

Finally, he accentuated his tone and reminded: "... Please think twice, make sure you really want to participate in the competition, and then throw your name into the cup. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night."

Dumbledore had finished, and everyone stood up and walked through the auditorium towards the gate. At this time, Marca also said goodbye to Willie and went to demstrom's students, but was stopped from behind.

"... Maka! I think we should talk, don't you think?"

He looked back at the man who had stopped him, but there was no expression on his face.

"Really, Hermione? But I don't think we have anything to talk about, do we?" Marca said calmly. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I feel a little sleepy."

"But... Hello! Maka!"

Not far away, the new professor moody was staring back and forth at Marca and Hermione with his intact eyes. But just then, Maka, who was facing away from him, suddenly turned around. The cold eyes made Moody's subconscious heart cold.