Chapter 422

Night tour of Hogwarts castle is a regular evening program for the little lion trio. It's not difficult to avoid professors or filch who patrol at night with a living point map that can clearly mark everyone's name and action path.

Even if one of them is still lying in the ward, the other two are still not slack. That night, Harry and Hermione set off from the Gryffindor common room again.

They first sneaked to the school hospital. After visiting Ron and Helen who had not yet awakened, they went to Maka's office of the professor of ancient magic literature.

On the way, they carefully chose a different route from filch, and very timely avoided the Pipi ghost who played tricks at night. They walked smoothly all the way.

When they both came to the door of the office, Marca, who had buried herself behind a lot of information documents, suddenly looked up, waved to the door and opened it before Harry raised his hand and knocked on it.

"Oh -"

Harry, who wanted to knock on the door, gave a small low cry and subconsciously looked into the office, but he didn't find Marca's place at the first time.

"I knew it was you..." Maka's voice sounded from behind the mountain of books and materials on her desk. "Come in quickly!"

This office is still a typical "Maka style". At a glance, the books removed are sheepskin paper, some are bundled, while others are just stacked in a pile. In addition to the increase in quantity, there has not been much change here from the beginning.

However, there is still a path for people to walk in the space from the door to the desk. Otherwise, if you don't have some skills, you really can't go to Maka.

"... well, is it all right to light the fireplace?"

Walking along the path between the book mountain and the paper sea, Harry saw a burning fireplace on one side, and the flame inside was almost licking the parchment pile on the fireplace.

"No problem," said Marca casually. "Of course I've done a good fire prevention treatment - come on! Go to your desk and turn right!"

Harry and Hermione walked around inside. Finally, after passing a back chair, they saw Marca sitting in an office chair with a thick notebook in his hand.

"Hmm?" felt as if they weren't moving. Maka turned her head and said, "ah, sorry -"

He picked up the staff leaning on the table and nodded at the two piles of parchment next to him. Just for a moment, the two piles of paper immediately twisted and deformed into two cushioned chairs.

"I don't think you need the back of the chair -" he smiled. "You can lean against the pile of books behind... Well, you look cold. Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?"

"No, no..." Hermione, who had just sat down with Harry, immediately declined. "It seems that you are still very busy. We won't delay you too long."

"It doesn't matter. I don't think I have much leisure, so it doesn't matter!"

Maka waved the staff towards the fireplace in the distance, and the teapot beside the fireplace jumped up and floated in front of him with two ordinary cups.

After pouring the coffee colored liquid into the cup, the teapot flew back to the iron frame in front of the fireplace.

"Tell me! What's the matter with coming to me so late?" asked Marca softly as she let the steaming cups float in front of Harry and Hermione. "There's no fireplace in the corridor of the castle. It's cold to walk outside."

"Because Professor McGonagall..."

Hermione took the cup of hot cocoa in front of her and took a small taste. Suddenly, a warm feeling spread in her mouth with mellow fragrance and went straight to her stomach along the throat.

"Oh - it tastes good! Well, I mean... Professor McGonagall won't let us see Ron, so we have to go in the evening."

"Marca, what did you put in the hot cocoa? It's different from what I've drunk before?" Harry said curiously.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Marca looked at him and smiled, making a layer of goose bumps behind Harry. "Have you been there? I mean the ward of the school hospital."

"Yes," replied Hermione, looking at the hot drink in the glass. "I wish Ron and Helen would get better soon..."

"Marca, I have another question for you..." Harry seemed to quickly give up his plan to inquire about the secret formula of the cup. "How's Sirius? You look in a good mood. You must have found him?"

"Yes, that's right," Marca said as she turned a page of the book. "He's still in the American magic world. This time he's hurt and needs a period of rest to recover."

"Then... Isn't there any danger?" Harry hurriedly asked.

"Of course, I've treated him. I'll give you a healthy Godfather before Christmas." Marca smiled and said, "well, but the premise is - he doesn't have another impulse to run out and walk around."

"I'm afraid it's difficult..." said Harry with some worry. "Sirius never stopped moving forward."

"Well..." Marca shrugged. "It was like this before, but this time I'm really not sure."

When he said this, the two sisters immediately flashed in his mind. He smiled and shook his head.

Sirius and Harry's father James Potter are friends of the same age, but now that Harry is so old, Sirius is still accompanied by his hands, which is not a commendable good thing.

"Look at Dumbledore and greenward! Can you say that as a wizard, the stronger the magic power, the easier it is..."

The more you think about this problem, the more information you will find. Maka choked the idea to the bottom of her heart so that she wouldn't get caught.

"... Marca, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked strangely when she saw him muttering to herself.

"Hmm? No, nothing -" Marca shook her head again and again. "Cough, by the way, go to Hagrid's tomorrow evening. We have to go to a special funeral."

"Funeral?" Harry was startled. "Who died? People we all know?"

"Well... To be exact, it's not 'people'." Marca said with a little emotion, "you'll know when you go."

"Can't you say it now?" Harry was uneasy when he heard that there was death again.

"It's not that I can't say, but..." Maka thought, "I remember you shouldn't have seen it, but it has a fate with you..."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

Maka looked back and forth at them, and felt a trace of regret for the unclear past.

In the chamber of Secrets incident of that year, Maka put herself in the shadow and guided the event with her own strength. In order to be safe, avoid risks and put the deviated road back on track, he skipped some unstable processes.

Therefore, the little lion trio, who should have known aragok, has not seen it until now.

But although Maka regrets now, she doesn't regret it. Harry, they won't do anything good just because they meet aragok. Let the past drift with the wind.

"In short," Maka looked up and said seriously, "its name is' aragock ', which is an eight eyed giant spider raised by Hagrid. Some time ago, it and its children were seduced by Voldemort, so today's spider attack happened."

"It's a big spider?" Hermione said incredulously. "I thought Hagrid was dangerous enough to keep a fire dragon. He even kept a big spider? And he had so many children and grandchildren?"

"Alagok..." Maka sighed. "In fact, he is a good guy."

He said, looked down at the book in his hand, and then turned a page again.

"... Marca, you've been reading this book since just now," Hermione looked over her head. "What's the first thing here?"

"It's a rare ancient language, which is different from today's," Maka explained casually. "I'm making some preparations to strengthen Hogwarts's defense."

"Is it another kind of ancient magic writing?" Hermione smelled it and even put on a happy look.

"No, it's not magic, it's just a simple language." Maka said quietly, "facts have proved that it's very important to learn more foreign languages!"

"Foreign language?" Harry said in surprise. "What does this have to do with strengthening the garrison? Do you want any foreign wizards to help us guard Hogwarts?"

"Almost!" Marca replied with a smile.

After that, the three talked for a while. Finally, under Hermione's reminder, Harry proposed a plan to open the study group of defense against the dark arts to Marka, and Marka agreed on the spot.

So they booked the time after the funeral from Hagrid tomorrow evening.

After Marca watched Harry and Hermione leave his office, he sat back in his chair, but he thought about a chat topic again.

"... Helen Shane." Marca chewed the name gently and guessed it secretly.

Judging from the way Hermione mentioned the girl as a child, she has a great affection for the girl. According to all the behaviors she described, it was really a lovely little girl who knew how to be measured.

For example, when Hermione was embarrassed about whether to let her join the defense study group, she immediately "wisely" took the initiative to give way.

In Maka's view, such a move that knows too much about advance and retreat is so deliberate.

"Anyway, she's still unconscious in the hospital bed. Let's observe it again for the time being!" thought Marca.