Chapter 425

The fat old man finally slipped away through the back door.

No way, there seems to be death eaters outside the door... Or someone else, secretly watching here. Maka's trip did not hide anything, so his arrival was obviously discovered.

Of course, in fact, Maka has already noticed the other party. The reason why he didn't choose to avoid sight is just to follow the trend.

If he could urge the old man to make a decision, he would undoubtedly be happy to see his success.

So when Slughorn suggested an emergency retreat, Marca didn't catch the watcher, but left the house with him.

"... I'm going to live in Hogwarts before the beginning of next school year!"

This condition put forward by Slughorn obviously hit Marca's heart. Needless to say, he welcomed him on behalf of Professor McGonagall on the spot.

Not to mention the old man's inconsistencies, in terms of his ability, inviting him back to Hogwarts is quite worthy of celebration.

"At least working in Hogwarts, no one will say 'heart drilling curse' to you because of failure!" Slughorn was terrified before the phantom shift at the back door.

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As Professor McGonagall reminded this morning, Maka also scheduled classes this afternoon. And he didn't have to leave today, so he went to class honestly.

To be honest, although the content of the ancient magic text course is very different from that in the past, the new appearance of all kinds of magic text in Maka's hands has also opened the eyes of all students.

But in essence, this is still a relatively boring elective course.

After all, not everyone can always have an indelible enthusiasm for all kinds of strange characters. Especially when they understand that they can't quickly reach the level of smooth application.

Recently, there are obviously fewer young wizards who come to attend classes than when Maka first took office. Although this is reasonable, Maka is also guessing at the same time - there may be some reasons why he lets everyone study by himself from time to time.

In class, Maka takes each runevin apart and explains it separately. From mountains and lakes, thunder and showers in nature to very abstract spirit and will, this all encompassing feature is the mystery of the conceptualization of "all visible and invisible things in the world".

In the past, successive professors of ancient magic literature would analyze and describe the meaning of runic characters, but no professor could speak more clearly and easily than Maka.

Because Maka can really show the power of every character.

Whenever a gust of wind blows in the classroom or a light suddenly shines, everyone will gradually deepen their understanding of the symbol in surprise.

Maka believes that as long as they continue to work hard and try to have a deeper understanding of those seemingly monotonous characters, they will one day make these characters bloom real brilliance.

Even he himself initially completed his preliminary understanding of the Rune of the cooling rule without sensing his own magic. Even if it needs to be repeated again and again, once it is really mastered, the sense of achievement will be unparalleled.

Today's ancient magic writing class is scheduled for the last class. After class, Maka, Hermione and Luna go to the ward of the school hospital together.

Harry's last class was professor flavy's spell class, which was obviously closer to the school hospital. When Marca and they entered the ward with Mrs. Pomfrey's permission, Harry had arrived first.

"Hey! Ron... Feels good?" Marca said hello to Ron sitting on the hospital bed with a smile.

"Oh - I still feel a little heavy," said Ron bitterly. "Mrs. Pomfrey said it was my illusion, but I clearly found it difficult to lift my legs?"

Maka looked at him and tried to lift his legs. She couldn't help shaking her head.

"Don't you think it may be because the quilt in winter is too thick?" he couldn't help reminding.

"Ah!" Ron quickly opened the quilt and tried, then embarrassed, "well, I think you're right..."

"Stupid!" Hermione glanced at him.

Luna, standing on the other side of Maka, didn't care much about Ron. Her trance vision had been on Helen opposite since she first came in.

"Well, by the way -" said Marca casually, "I asked Mrs. Pomfrey for you just now, but unfortunately, she thought you needed more rest. So - lie down!"

"What depressing news!" Ron sighed. "Personally, I think we should let our body exercise at this time!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey is probably worried that the petrification has not been completely relieved!" Marca shrugged. "You can imagine what would happen if you were jumping with a stone kidney in your stomach?"

"... will the kidneys recover more slowly? No?" Ron covered his stomach with a frightened face. "Marca, come and check for me - I really tried to jump when I went out for convenience!"

"Since you are still convenient, it means that the kidney is working well!" Marca waved her hand.

After chatting with Ron, Maka was about to tell him about going to Hagrid's side, but a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"... Maka, is she poisoned?"

That's Luna talking.

When Maka heard the speech, she put aside what she wanted to say and looked back at her back.

In the hospital bed opposite Ron, Helen Shane is still in a coma.

Her face was not very good-looking, pale, and her ruddy lips turned into a morbid purplish red. Her beautiful long chestnut hair seemed to have lost its original beauty and was scattered between the pillows, giving people the illusion of whether it was dry or not.

"Well, it's quite complicated spider poison. Professor Snape is trying to make an antidote." Marka nodded. "I don't think she can wake up yet."

"Oh - what a poor girl." Hermione couldn't bear to say.

"Ron," asked Marca suddenly, looking at Helen's pale face, "Hermione just told me that you took her back to the castle?"

This sentence seemed to provoke the guilt in Ron's heart, and his expression immediately became heavy.

"Yes, that's right..." he answered softly, "if I could pay more attention to my surroundings at that time, maybe - no, not so. At that time, I was always thinking of going back to the forbidden forest to help, so I let her alone on the way..."

"... she separated from you later?" when he said this, Maka couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"How can you --"

Hermione was about to complain about him, but Marca reached out to stop her.

"No, I don't think so -" said Ron, with a guilty look on his face. "Just a few steps back, I was attacked."

"Sneak attack? Is it a wizard or a spider? Or something?" Marca immediately asked.

"Should it be a spider?" Ron thought. "I don't know. I'm not sure - I didn't have time to see anything at that time, but it was dark in front of me. When I woke up, I was already in this hospital bed."

"Really..."

Maka said casually, but her heart was secretly considering these words. After a few seconds, she subconsciously glanced at Helen in her coma.

While he was thinking for himself, Luna stretched out her hand and pulled at the hem of his robe.

"What's the matter?" Marca turned her head and looked at her.

"I think she's really like 'ponlock' -" Luna looked at Helen and said softly, "don't you think?"

"Punlock?" Marca blinked inexplicably.

Luna's "punlock" is a small creature with an average height of only two feet in adulthood. They are not only covered with soft fur, but also have a large number of manes on their heads. They usually hide among the horses to guard the horses.

In Marca's opinion, what she had to say was that Hermione with dishevelled brown hair was more like them.

"Helen is not like pomlock at all," Hermione retorted at this time. "She is very enthusiastic. Why is she so shy and afraid of strangers like pomlock?"

Maka looked at Luna and Helen in the hospital bed and subconsciously put this sentence in her heart.

Maybe others will think Luna is often crazy, and she will always stare at the air alone. But Maka knew that she was unusually sharp in some ways.

He decided to pay more attention to the girl named "Helen Shane". Perhaps there were some other stories hidden in it.

Just then, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Mrs. Pomfrey appeared at the door with a sullen face.

"Visiting time is over! Get out! Now!"

She seemed afraid of disturbing the patient, so she deliberately lowered her voice. But now the two patients in the ward actually don't care about other people's shouting.

First put aside Helen, who could not hear the voice. Ron, who sat in bed bored all day, wanted more noise in the ward!

"Mrs. Pomfrey, let Maka and them stay a little longer?" he said with a look on his face. "Or... In fact, I think I've completely recovered! You see!"

He lifted the quilt and threw up his legs flexibly.

However, Mrs. Pomfrey only urged Maka and others to leave the ward. After they all went out, she said "have a good rest" with a straight face, and then closed the door immediately.

"Oh -" Ron had to sigh, "I knew Harry would have sent them something to kill time..."