Chapter 238

If anyone can let Hermione, who still has a resentment in her heart, completely clear her unhappiness, it is undoubtedly Marca.

This time, both the editor of the Daily Prophet and Rita Skeeter, the gossip writer, completely put aside the previous remarks against Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

Today's front page headline is an exaggerated full page advertisement!

"1995 personal audio-visual show of the mysterious film emperor in the British magic world!"

"In July, the heavenly king reappears!"

"The first audio-visual feast in the history of magic, the unprecedented carnival is dedicated to you!"

"Lock your heart with my charm!"

Behind the constantly shaking and jumping advertising words, there is a black cloak that occupies the whole, hunting and dancing in the wind, cooperating with the surrounding ruins like a battlefield. It looks really cool!

At the bottom of this page, there is a line of words that are not very conspicuous, but are not so easy to miss:

"Mr. Marca McLean will provide exclusive technical and financial support for this concert. Lock your heart and lock our second grand publicity on June 23!"

"What's the matter?" asked Harry and Ron, staring at Hermione spraying pumpkin juice.

"... see for yourself."

Hermione pulled out her wand, cleaned the pumpkin juice from the newspaper and handed it to Harry sitting opposite her.

Harry reached for it and was immediately surprised by this rare large page advertisement, but when he looked more, he found that there seemed to be nothing that would make Hermione spray pumpkin juice.

Ron leaned close to Harry and was scanning the newspaper with a puzzled look on his face.

"Below, look at the bottom!" Hermione was wiping her mouth. Seeing that Harry and Ron were confused, she immediately waved her hands.

"Er... Ma Keke..."

Ron was obviously choked by his saliva.

In Hogwarts, many students have the habit of subscribing to newspapers and reading newspapers - after all, there are too few recreational activities in the magic world, so newspapers and periodicals have become one of the preferred ways of entertainment and relaxation.

Before long, some careful students spread the news. For a time, there was a lot of buzzing in the auditorium, and everyone began to talk to each other.

"What's Marca doing?" Harry asked blankly.

"Who knows?" Hermione flattened her mouth. "I guess he's planning something messy again!"

"I dare say that no matter what Maka is planning, the concert will be wonderful!" Ron said eagerly. "In July, we have a holiday... I think we can go together!"

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Hermione whispered.

But in fact, many students have the same ideas as Ron. This is a rare large-scale entertainment, and it sounds quite new!

What is "movie king"? It sounds like a person, but who will be the handsome "mysterious film emperor"?

The cost of a full page advertisement on the first page of the influential Daily Prophet is not a small number.

What's more, Maka's personal assets are actually stretched. He must not be able to get so much money.

But he can't take it out by himself, but some people have nowhere to spend it!

For Maka, this is a typical empty handed White Wolf financing means.

With this money, the Witt family didn't even blink - for them, as long as the "magic stone" can get it, it's not like playing with some gold coins?

Compared with the previous abandoned plan, his plan this time is much more cautious and covers a much wider range.

"What is this boy doing?"

On the teacher's seat, mad eyed moody saw Dumbledore's smiling face, so he leaned over and took a look. Worthy of being an experienced old Auror, he soon noticed the name of Marca at the bottom.

"Whatever he wants to do, at least it must be a stable activity," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Unfortunately, I guess I can't go to the scene to have a look..."

As Dumbledore said, at present, sporadic cases are frequent, and the hearts of the British magic community have been somewhat unstable. At this time, as long as the event can be successfully held, it will certainly make most wizards relax and gradually tense their mood.

According to Dumbledore's guess, makado probably wants to take advantage of this opportunity to win over the people. If he goes, he will certainly affect the effectiveness of his successor.

However, how could Maka leave such a powerful labor force aside?

This publicity was widely spread in Hogwarts and even in the British magic world, and everyone talked about this rare mysterious activity one after another.

But the initiator of this activity, at the moment, shut himself up in the room of responding to every request and work hard with his head covered.

This plan is equivalent to setting a time limit for himself. During this time, he must continue to deeply study the rule runes - he has a preliminary concept of the so-called "power of rules".

Rule runes can be roughly divided into three levels, and what Maka can try to understand at present is the largest number of level 1 rule runes.

The first level rule rune is a material rule, which contains the laws of various material movements and the rules of the basic structure of matter. Maka's most skilled "cooling Rune" is one of them.

But even if he can study and understand it slowly, the time spent for each preliminary understanding of level 1 rule runes will be calculated in years, which is obviously not something that can be taken out for use in a while.

Therefore, what Maka needs to do now is to selectively master one or two of them and infinitely approach the state of complete mastery.

At that time, the power shown by cooperating with the rule Rune can be called "the power of the first level rule".

Maka is so devoted to research that she returns to her work and rest rules when she was at Hogwarts every day.

Of course, it is impossible to attend class. That part of the time is also included in the research period, leaving only a small part to maintain an understanding of the external situation.

During this time, Luna was the only one who could see him and even accompany him every day.

However, please don't think that only Maka will work so hard for research.

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"Miss brova, they're just full and sleeping... Please don't stab them with a branch... Oh! It doesn't seem to be the head, the head is on the other side -"

At the back of Hagrid's hunting hut, there were several wooden shelves, each with a large flat bottom basket.

In those shallow flat bottom baskets lined with a layer of soft and fresh lettuce leaves, round and fat insects lie lazily inside, as if they were sleeping.

Willie squatted on the side of the wooden shelves and gently stabbed the insects' heads with a green branch, but it's inevitable that she stabbed them wrong, isn't it?

"Saliva, thickener," Willie said concisely.

The tall Hagrid was squatting beside her with a sad face, constantly telling her that she should come back later. But he found that he and the little girl seemed completely unable to communicate.

A fat bug in the basket seemed to be a little uncomfortable because of Willie's stabbing. He twisted his body and changed his position, and then continued to sleep deeply.

In fact, Willie has been dealing with Hagrid for some time since she wanted Hagrid to help her raise such a group of frober caterpillars.

But Hagrid didn't know that Willie seemed very concerned about these baby insects.

From that day on, she would come here to squat every day and poke it one by one with branches from time to time. No matter what Hagrid said, it didn't work.

What made Hagrid even more frightened was that although the little girl seemed very cute, she had no expression at all.

Just looking at her expressionless holding branches and stabbing strips of frober caterpillars, the scene made people uncomfortable.

Just like today, Willie also stabbed them one by one. Then she stood up, calmly turned around and left, leaving only Hagrid who couldn't be "used to it", squatting there blankly watching her leave.

"... is it fun?"

Hagrid hesitated to pick up the branch and couldn't help poking it into the basket.

"Oh! Sorry..."

His hand shrunk quickly because he found that he seemed to have poked the wrong side.

"Damn it, these little guys' heads are so hard to distinguish from P shares!" Hagrid said angrily.

On the other hand, after class, Willie ran to the observatory and began a new round of magic medicine practice. No one knows what she is doing, but at least she seems to live a full day.

"... is that ok?"

Willie knocked on the crucible with her wand, looked at the orange liquid medicine inside, hesitated and said to herself.

But after a while, she shook her head and cleaned up all the liquid medicine in the pot.

"The effect is not enough."

She sipped her mouth, lowered her head, and wrote down several lines of matching data and effect identification in her notebook.

If someone could take a closer look, they would find that most of the thick notes she had spread on the ground had been filled up.

Most of them are "red Forks" one after another.

Willie is really not good at the knowledge of magic medicine, but it doesn't seem to affect her persistence in her research. Even if she failed again and again, she never thought about whether to give up.

In silence, she put down her quill pen and began a new attempt.