Chapter 294

"Hermione, sit down first!"

Marca took Hermione back to the study, and then he sat down on the sofa first.

To tell the truth, members of the order of the Phoenix know that Maka has always been very busy, because every time they come to the study, they will see him drilling in the "hill" formed by magic books and various documents and materials, busy day and night.

Maka seems to spend a short time sleeping every day. Although everyone sometimes worries about his physical condition, he gets used to it after finding that he is in good spirits every day.

But at least, if it's all right on weekdays, everyone is used to not disturbing him in the study.

Hermione hasn't been in here several times since she lived here this holiday, but every time she comes in, she will find that the space here is constantly becoming "crowded".

"Do you have more things here?" Hermione curiously picked up a notebook piled on the sofa and turned it over, only to find that it was full of seemingly incomprehensible symbols and formulas.

"I think so..." Marca shrugged. "But at least there's a place to sit. Don't care if it's messy. It's OK to push it away."

"I think it's messy enough!" Hermione said angrily. "Won't you clean it up?"

"They are neat in my heart," said Marca with a smile. "Let's not talk about this... In fact, I planned to talk to you a long time ago. It was an opportunity just now!"

"Opportunity?" Hermione said suspiciously. "It means that I saw through your lie?"

"No," Marca shook her head. "I mean, I want Harry to make a choice... Speaking of you, me, Harry, Ron, and of course the other students."

"Among these people, only you are the smartest one I think."

When she heard that Marca was so rare to praise her, Hermione immediately blushed, but immediately raised her head proudly.

"Really?" there was a look of joy in the corners of her mouth.

"Of course it's true! You have obvious advantages, smart and diligent, and meticulous in learning... However, your disadvantages are also obvious - you're not very good at understanding things that lack logic, are you?"

"Oh - as you say, it seems so!" Hermione grabbed her messy hair in chagrin.

"Because of this, although you can quickly remember all kinds of magic knowledge, you can't study them more deeply, because most of the knowledge about magic needs' imagination 'and' perception '..."

Unknowingly, Marca led Hermione into a state of "listening". Time passed gradually, and it was time for dinner soon.

When Hermione unconsciously glanced at the wall clock, she suddenly recovered.

"Oh! Why have we been talking about study and research?" she wondered. "I thought you wanted to talk to me about Harry!"

"Harry needs to face some things by himself," Marca said seriously. "We have been fighting against Voldemort's return, and you and Harry are the people I think are most likely to become the power to protect everyone..."

"At least I want to protect a lot of people and things, and I believe Hermione you are the same. Therefore, I hope you can grow up as soon as possible, learn magic knowledge more specifically, and turn them into your own strength."

"Now Voldemort is lurking temporarily, and we can't be sure when he will make a comeback. But it can be predicted that when he appears in our sight again, the danger will become everywhere..."

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Harry finally summoned up the courage to accept Marca's task. Although he was still worried about the upcoming trip to the Ministry of magic, at least he had taken the first step by his willpower.

At dinner on Wednesday night, Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry and whispered, "I've ironed your best clothes. You'll put them on tomorrow morning, Harry. I hope you wash your hair tonight. A good first impression can work wonders."

When Harry heard this, he felt a brick suddenly hit his heart. Hermione, Ron, George, Fred and Ginny all stopped talking and looked at him.

"In fact, don't worry too much. Voldemort can't completely infiltrate the whole magic department. Just calm down and do as I say."

Harry nodded and wanted to continue eating his ribs, but his mandible suddenly became so dry that he could hardly chew.

"How can I go?" he tried to make his voice sound less concerned.

"Arthur will take you to work," Mrs. Weasley said gently.

Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table. "You can sit in my office for a while and wait until the trial time is coming."

Harry looked at Sirius, but Mrs. Weasley spoke before he spoke.

"Of course Sirius can't go with you, can't he?"

"I think that's quite right," said Sirius, gritting his teeth, and plunged his fork into the potato.

The next morning, it was half past five. Harry suddenly woke up completely, as if someone had yelled into his cochlea.

He lay there motionless, and gradually, everything about going to the Ministry of magic for trial filled every brain cell in his brain.

When he felt he couldn't stand it anymore, he simply jumped out of bed and put on his glasses on the bedside table.

Mrs. Weasley had put the freshly ironed T-shirts and jeans at the foot of the bed, and Harry fumbled to put them on.

On the next bed, Ron was lying on his back with his mouth open. He was obviously sleeping soundly!

Harry passed Ron's bed and came to the corridor outside the door. He closed the door gently with his backhand. Ron on the bed never noticed.

He walked softly down the stairs to the kitchen below.

He thought there should be no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he came to the door, he heard a low voice behind the door.

He opened the door and saw Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Tonks and lupin sitting there as if waiting for him.

Marca and Hermione were there, too. They seemed to be whispering in front of some notebooks.

They were all dressed neatly, except that Mrs. Weasley was still wearing a purple pajama. As soon as Harry entered, she stood up quickly.

"Have breakfast!" she said, drawing out her wand and hurried over to the fire.

"Morning... Morning... Good morning, Harry," Tonks yawned - her hair was golden this morning, with lazy curls.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very good," replied Harry.

"I haven't... Ha... Slept all night," she said, trembling and yawning. "Come here... Sit down!"

She pulled out a chair beside her and turned over the other chair next door.

"Don't be busy, Tonks..." Maka looked up and joked. "You often complain that you always touch things. The best way is not to touch them."

"You can control it... Ha..." Tonks didn't even have the strength to argue. He looked really sleepy.

"What would you like to eat, Harry?" cried Mrs. Weasley. "Muffins? Porridge? Smoked fish? Bread? Bacon and eggs?"

"Just... Just bread, thank you!" said Harry.

Lupin looked at Harry and said to Tonks, "what did you say about Scrimgeour?"

"Oh! That's right... Ha... We should be more careful. He began to ask me and Kingsley some strange questions." Tonks waved his hand.

Maka thought for a moment, and said, "pay more attention to whether he shows a trance expression when he doesn't speak. Scrimger is still very principled. If he isn't controlled by the powerful soul snatching curse, his credibility is still high."

"Kingsley thinks so, but the soul snatching spell is not easy to see!" said Tonks with a bitter face.

"There's really no good way. We can only observe more." Marca shrugged.

They didn't ask Harry to join their conversation, which made Harry subconsciously relieved. In fact, he was always embarrassed.

Mrs. Weasley put two pieces of bread and a can of marmalade in front of him. He ate it hard, but it tasted like chewing wax.

Mrs. Weasley sat down on the other side and began to care about his T-shirt with extra care. He slipped the label behind his neck and smoothed the seam on his shoulder.

To tell you the truth, Harry wished she wouldn't do that.

Maka seemed to see what he thought, smiled and said, "you really have to pay attention to your appearance. Those guys pay close attention to these, so it will be better for you to pay attention to your words and deeds."

"Marca, I can't be on the night shift tomorrow. I'm too... Ha... Too tired," said Tonks, yawning again.

"Let me do it for you," said Mr. Weasley. "I have nothing to do tonight, and I have to rush a report anyway."

Mr. Weasley did not wear a wizard robe, but a pair of pinstriped trousers and an old short jacket. He turned his eyes from Tonks to Harry.

"How do you feel?"

Harry tilted his head. Although his heart was full of anxiety, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It'll be over soon," Mr. Weasley cheered him up. "In a few hours, you'll have nothing... Don't care too much about the task. It doesn't have to be done, does it?"

Harry pursed his lips, looked at Marca again, and said nothing.

As Mr. Weasley said, the task given to him by Maka was not inevitable, but he felt that this was actually an opportunity given to him by Maka.

A chance to break through himself and regain his courage. In fact, he really wants to hold it firmly.