Chapter 302

"... McLean? Haven't you ever rang the doorbell before to find fault?" Sirius looked at Marca standing outside the door and said angrily.

Today's weather is actually quite good. The bright sun shines on the earth and sprinkles the heat of summer.

But probably because of a gust of wind from time to time, when it comes to heat, it is far less boring than a few days ago.

The streets are still empty, and the square not far away is still the scene of depression, which makes people feel a trace of regret for this forgotten community.

"That's why I want to try," Marca smiled casually. "Life can't always repeat the same life, can't it?"

"I think you're just looking for fault!" Sirius said angrily and turned to walk in.

Maka took a deep breath, then calmly followed in with a face, and took the door with her.

"I'll go back to my study first. I have something to do today. Don't wait for me for dinner."

Then, without waiting for Sirius to respond, he turned a corner in front of the reception room and went to the stairs.

However, just a few steps up the steps, he heard a slightly rapid sound of footsteps behind him.

"Maka!"

He turned around at the sound and looked at Hermione who hurried after him.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"What you told me before - the practice of silent mantra has nothing to do with the syllables of the mantra, right?" Hermione hurried over with a note in her left hand and a quill in her right hand.

"Yes!" Maka nodded slightly. "As long as we strengthen our understanding of the spell and remember the skills of meditation, we will succeed sooner or later... Are there any other questions?"

"Er..." Hermione was stunned for a moment and thought again, "it seems... It's gone."

"That's good. Keep trying!"

Maka smiled again, then turned around and continued upstairs.

Hermione looked at Maka's leaving figure, and an inexplicable doubt appeared on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question when making an examination paper. Although the topic is very similar to an example done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

With a puzzled mood, Hermione walked back slowly.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" Ron asked subconsciously when he saw Hermione's confused expression in the reception room.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione shook her head and put it aside first. "Keep learning! We have to increase our strength as soon as possible and help everyone in the order of the Phoenix as soon as possible!"

"You should also pay attention to rest. Don't be like McLean. You should enjoy it when you were a student!" lupin smiled gently. "That's how we came here."

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On the stairs, Maka walked up steadily and soon came to the door of the study. He gently turned the door handle and opened the door of the study.

"Yo! Bastard Maka, you're back!"

On the sofa in the study, Lenny huddled in the pile of books and looked at a book "singing contraries". When she saw Maka coming in, she waved lazily to him.

In fact, there is not much difference between the study and Maka when she left. At least Lenny doesn't dare to turn around here at ordinary times. She only saw the book singing contraries in the corner.

As always, the curtains covered the hot sun outside, and no light could penetrate.

In the study, only the magic lamp is emitting soft light. There is no temperature, only light, which can not give people a "very natural" feeling.

"Well," Maka whispered back and then said, "Lenny, you go out first! I have something to do..."

"Eh?" Lenny pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "Lenny hasn't finished reading! This magazine is so interesting - why didn't you show it to Lenny earlier! Bastard Maka!"

"Hurry out," said Marca, frowning. "Or do you want to stay and help me feed Xiao Qi?"

"No!" as soon as Lenny heard it, she immediately jumped up from the sofa, and her lazy look immediately swept away. "Lenny just went out! Hum!"

Looking at Lenny skipping away from the study, Maka closed the door, took out her wand and gently clicked the door handle. Then she supported the door with one hand and showed a slightly tired expression.

Then his breathing was no longer even and gentle, but became a little heavy.

He suffered only one injury from the end of the battle in the Ministry of magic today. Yes, except for Voldemort's sneak attack, he defended himself with magic in time.

Even if it was the black fireball of the sneak attack, he responded in time with the effect of "concentration", but in a hurry, he was still seriously injured.

Compared with the powerful power of magic, mankind itself is fragile, which has not changed since ancient times.

"It's no wonder that many wizards will try to transform their bodies and even improve their blood..."

He sat down on the spot panting, slowly took off the wizard's robe that had been changed in the Ministry of magic, and revealed the messy shirt covered with dust inside.

Of course, it's just a positive look.

At this time, behind Maka, a hole the size of a washbasin completely lost the meaning of the shirt, and the dripping blood soaked the black pants into a strange dark red.

However, what appeared in the hole in the shirt was not a bloody wound - the wound had almost healed under the effect of magic medicine.

On Marca's back, between those residual blood stains, you can see some skin. But on those skin, a strange black replaces the normal flesh color and emits an ominous smell.

In other words, Maka suffered more than physical damage this time, and the magic damage contained in it was even more disturbing.

"Voldemort is really using his brain this time!" he said to himself with a slight irony.

In fact, Voldemort's plan seemed to be no big deal, but it took no less thought than those complex plans.

After several confrontations, Voldemort also understood Maka's excellence.

Frankly speaking, Maka's strength is not only based on magic. His careful thinking and accurate judgment are the real difficulties.

Marca McLean is a real "smart man" - Voldemort thinks so.

But the more such a person is, the more he will unconsciously deepen his thinking when encountering an emergency, think of simple things as complicated, and try to find the cause of the event.

Therefore, Voldemort first stood in the perspective of Maka and imagined how Maka would act next.

At the audio-visual meeting, Maka took the initiative to draw a line between them, which made them really stand on two opposites.

So what would Maka do?

"He'll guess what I'll do next." - this is Voldemort's summary of Marca's plans so far.

In this way, Voldemort immediately thought of the plan he had just made: he had planned to let his people into the Ministry of magic and try to get the prophecy ball containing the prophecy of that year.

Therefore, Voldemort simply made changes and designed an ambush and sneak attack plan that was so simple that he felt "stupid".

Even if the plan required him to put down his pride and dignity, now, the pressure brought to him by Dumbledore's pulse made him not allowed to continue to be arrogant.

Repeatedly frustrated, even the Dark Lord will start to look at himself again.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the black dead to send an "emergency" to Marca; Then, while Maka was troubled by a nonexistent "intention", she put down her self-esteem and made a sneak attack.

This was undoubtedly a despicable and stupid way, but Voldemort saw the hope of victory for the first time - at least when the first attack was successful, he did think so.

But the reality told Voldemort that his judgment of Marca was fundamentally wrong.

Maka has been struggling to improve his magic strength. He is essentially a person who considers strength and wisdom at the same level.

In other words, when Maka decided to become a wizard, he thought that the wisdom and power of wizards were the same thing.

It was Dumbledore who made him make such a judgment.

However, even if Voldemort's plan failed again and almost was thrown into the secret arch by Maka, Maka was not easy.

Voldemort's power now comes from the bewitching monument, and this power is naturally quite not simple.

Maka has some knowledge about a small part of the mystery of the bewitching monument, but it's only a small part at best. He doesn't know the injury this time.

Through the perception of magic, he just realized that the magic in his body became sluggish because of some residual black gas.

As for the physical fatigue, it is only because of the excessive use of magic today, which is secondary.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Maka stood up again and dragged her weak body behind the desk.

He needs to find a way to get rid of the black air as soon as possible, or at least stop the black air pressure first.

Outside the house is still sunny, and the cicadas in summer have subsided a little, but the heat has not completely dissipated.

Originally, Maka would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer - he was such a person, but now he has no intention to enjoy any life.

"It's really a terrible summer vacation," Marca muttered as she looked at her notebook.