Chapter 343

At dusk, after talking about the three class hours of the day, Maka hurried back to black's old house. At present, black's symptoms are still getting worse. It's time to race against the clock, but he has little leisure to waste.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the potion preparation room underground. He didn't come out until late at night to find something to fill his empty stomach.

In the next few days, he had been running back and forth in Hogwarts and black's old house, so the catch-up time at noon every day was particularly precious.

A few days later, Maka was in the potion preparation room, staring at the evaporating dish in front of her with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid in it to decrease little by little.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly. He couldn't wait to hang some crystalline powder from the bottom of the dish, and then gently poured it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

As soon as the crystalline powder came into contact with the transparent liquid in the test tube, Maka did not hesitate to stretch out her wand and knock on the mouth of the test tube.

Suddenly, a cloud like mist like crystal rose directly from the test tube, gorgeous and blurred, but there was an incomparably dangerous smell hidden in that beauty.

"This..."

Maka retreated several steps in a row. While avoiding the dreamy crystal fog, the expression on her face changed dramatically.

"Who is it... No, is it..." Maka's face changed again and again, "how could it... No, it shouldn't be? What reason does she have to do this..."

In constant thinking, his eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and his eyes couldn't help blinking.

"No... it seems that I have to ask her myself this time!" he said to himself after a while.

While making up her mind, Maka picked up the magic medicine bottle on the table and walked quickly to the door, completely forgetting the necessary finishing cleaning.

"Marca, where are you going in such a hurry? Is there any emergency?"

By the stairs on the first floor, he happened to run into Mrs. Weasley who was going to the kitchen, but he didn't explain at all.

Moreover, the things he was thinking about at the moment were not something he could casually tell others.

"No, it's all right." Maka kept walking and just turned to smile at Mrs. Weasley. "I left something in the office. I have to get it as soon as possible..."

Before his voice fell, he opened the door and stepped out half of his body, so he resolutely turned back and took the door.

Perhaps the door closed too loudly, and Sirius's mother shouted again. The voice was so sad and sharp that Mrs. Weasley couldn't help shouting

On Maka's way to the black market, he re compared his previous speculation at the Longmans' house with the test of the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Maka herself, has a deviation in judging the effect of this magic medicine.

The wizard who took this potion was not simply "Crazy", but fell into a state similar to illusion.

Secondly, there is a more direct reason why those symptomatic wizards take the initiative to attack others, in addition to hallucinations affecting their spiritual will.

Because the people they attacked actually just "blocked" their way.

This potion will not only make people fall into some kind of illusory illusion, but also make people who take it have an extremely strange improvement in their ability to sense magic.

It's weird, because in the senses of the drug users, the surrounding magic will not be presented in front of them in every detail like Maka, but will only have a highly sensitive perception of specific magic.

If this ability to sense magic is compared to a radar that detects the source of magic

On Maka's "radar" interface, it must be more obvious that the distance is close; The wizards who have taken that magic medicine are not obvious, only the "target" will be very eye-catching.

If they say what is their "goal", it is naturally the magic contained in the potion itself.

Because of this, the night Mrs. Longman tied her husband up again, there was only one empty bottle in the house.

Because it was the couple who had sudden symptoms in their sleep and fell into hallucinations; But Mrs. Longman was the only one who could act on her own and go out to find the location of the potion.

After several days of continuous research and detection, Maka is quite familiar with the magic fluctuation of this potion. So as soon as he arrived at the black market, he quickly moved in the black market with a magic spell.

He has the ability to sense magic, which has to be said to be a luck cast by strength.

It's just

Maka stepped on the magic book and flew at high speed in the streets of the black market. His spirit has been completely concentrated and his sensing ability has almost reached the limit.

All kinds of complex magic waves around him, passing by one by one with his movement. Even he was agitated because of this high-intensity homework.

It's like driving a racing car, driving fast on a complex street full of stereos, and at the same time, you have to distinguish the different music played in each stereos.

Maka, who thought she was used to being surrounded by all kinds of magic waves, couldn't help feeling upset at this time.

"Hold on, hold on... Hold on again!"

"In order to find out the truth... We must stick to it again!"

"Calm down, calm down... Feel every source of magic calmly, and none of them can be missed..."

"I won't worry about anything this time. I must ask her clearly!"

Maka bit her teeth, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her head felt more and more swollen... It was like exploding.

Finally, his feet softened in the fast flight, and then he suddenly fell off the magic book.

Although he didn't fly very high because of his limited sensing range, the inertia of high-speed flight still made him roll and fall dozens of feet on the ground, and crash into a pile of empty wooden boxes next to a house.

"Hoo..."

After a while, he got up from a pile of boards, squinted his eyes against the wall, covered his head with his right hand and gasped.

"Why am I so impatient?"

After a rest, when his breathing gradually calmed down, he asked himself with a frown.

When he said this, his left hand was still hanging on his side, and his forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Just when she fell down, Maka broke her left forearm. At present, naturally, he was in severe pain, but this severe pain made his chaotic brain clear a lot.

"Is it because of 'she'? Yes, it should be right... But what is it? What is it for? What is it...?"

Keep thinking, asking and answering

Maka rummaged through her heart, confirming and eliminating it bit by bit, trying to find out the source of the inexplicable impatience.

Suddenly, he put his right hand in front of his eyes and stared at it.

Reflected in his pupils was a hand that had lost its blood color and trembled slightly. He clenched it, then loosened it, repeated it four or five times, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Am I... Afraid?"

Marca McLean, just a coward.

"I'm afraid again..."

Marca McLean is really just a coward.

The experience of losing emotion did not make him fearless. On the contrary, he became more sensitive to himself and his feelings around him.

When he first came to this world, he was afraid; When he was forced to wander alone, he was afraid; When he touched the blood on Luna, he was afraid

"What am I afraid of?" Maka sneered and mocked herself.

What Marca McLean fears is actually just "loneliness". He broke into the world alone. Even if he met more people, he still felt lonely.

That kind of loneliness is always wrapped in the deepest part of his heart.

It was not until the moment when he received Hogwarts's admission notice unexpectedly that his loneliness was gradually filled with an old sense of familiarity.

Since entering Hogwarts, everyone Maka meets will reduce his loneliness. This is undoubtedly an untouchable redemption for Maka.

But years of loneliness closed his heart. Until today, only a few people have opened his closed heart.

So, although he doesn't want to lose anyone, if he wants to lose the least, he still needs to count the most important people to him, right?

At the edge of the deserted lane, beside the pile of broken boards, Maka leaned against the cold brick wall and took out the magic medicine bottle with her uninjured right hand.

"... could it be you?"

He shook the bottle gently. Behind the translucent bottle wall, the liquid medicine was shaking leisurely.

"... Willie?"

In fact, when Maka saw the test results in the potion preparation room, she immediately understood one thing - in that half bottle of potion, the main component was the powder of "enigmatic crystal flower".

As for the rare, enigmatic crystal flowers, he had only seen them in Hogwarts, the mysterious flowers that Willie asked him to help grow.

Even Dumbledore said they should have been extinct. It's not easy to get.

In addition, Marka had seen Willie practice preparing potions before, and inexplicably refused his help. Among them, most of them have a very secret causal relationship.

"... at least, I will choose to believe you."

Before the words fell, Maka used a repair spell on her left arm, then pulled out the cork of the small half bottle of magic medicine and poured it into her mouth.