Chapter 439

Marca is back.

When he returned to Hogwarts, the sun was almost going down. The clouds lingered with the high-altitude air flow and drifted down, scattering snowflakes leisurely.

His trip could not be said to have been fruitless - at least this time, he left the positioning mark at the gate of the magic tower, and he could pass again at any time.

But his original goal has not been achieved yet.

But he was not worried about it at all, because he could vaguely understand that as long as the next step could be completed, the elves would take the initiative to move to Hogwarts.

"Hermione? Is Hermione there?"

Maka stood by the newly opened portrait of the fat woman and looked into the Gryffindor common room. Most of the little lions were making fun of themselves, which made him smile.

At any time, these Gryffindor college students will not be too calm, and their fearless spirit is hidden in the bottom of their hearts.

"Eh, Marca?" Ron, who was working with Harry on his homework paper, raised his head and quickly waved here. "Professor McGonagall called you twice today! He said he wanted you to go to the school hospital - the man you sent here woke up and said he wanted to see you!"

"Oh?" Marca nodded. "I see. I'll see it in a minute... Where's Hermione? She's not here?"

"She said she was going to the library to check the information. Should she still be there now?" Harry followed, "but it's almost dinner time now. She may be on her way to the auditorium!"

"All right!" Marca shrugged. "Then I'll look for --"

"Why don't we go to the auditorium together? Hermione will certainly go in the end anyway!" Ron quickly stopped Marca who was trying to leave. "We're going to go too!"

"That's OK," Marca thought, and simply walked to the lounge. "Then you should clean up quickly!"

He casually found an empty armchair by the fireplace and sat down. Harry and Ron immediately packed up their learning tools, stuffed them into their schoolbags, and then hurried to the door leading to the bedroom.

"Ma - Professor McLean, may I take a picture of you?"

As Marca waited leisurely for Harry and Ron, Colin krivi, the last younger than Harry, immediately came up excitedly. The little boy quickly pointed his camera at Maka.

But before Maka agreed, he didn't dare to press the shutter immediately.

"Of course not," said Marca with a smile. "Besides, outside class, just call me Marca."

Colin is a fanatical fan of stars, and are there any stars more shining than Marca in Hogwarts? But Maka is always haunted. It's really difficult for Colin to find more opportunities to get close to him.

As a result, Colin, who had to take the second place, always focused on Harry, the "boy who survived the disaster".

At present, it was a chance to get close to Maka. Colin even felt his fingers trembling on the shutter button.

By the way, his younger brother, who just entered school last year, is also excited.

"Bang -"

Harry and Ron came back from the bedroom with the sudden flash of the old Muggle camera they had bought from nowhere.

"Oh, thank God, poor Colin can finally take a picture of you!" Ron smiled. "Marca, you may not know - he thought about looking for you every day last semester! But he missed it every time."

"... so I became a substitute," Harry said helplessly.

"All right, let's go!" Marca stood up and said, "I've been busy all day. I ate a few pancakes in the afternoon. I haven't had time to have a good meal."

"What are you doing again?" asked Harry curiously. "I always think you're busier than before - have you done something earth shaking again?"

When Maka heard the speech, she was a little embarrassed. This time, he came back from a flat meal.

"Well..." he said, "it's a trip?"

"Oh - that's cool!" Ron cheered up as soon as he heard about the tour. "Is there anything interesting? Our family's last trip was a long time ago - the one to Egypt!"

"Fun?" Maka shook her head. "I've been flying on the sea for almost half of the time. In addition to water or water... Well... There's a whistling sea breeze?"

As they chatted, they walked along the stairs and corridors, and soon came to the auditorium. As soon as she stepped into the aisle, Maka saw Hermione sitting on the table opposite the aisle from a distance.

Instead of taking a seat at the teaching desk, Marca sat directly on Gryffindor's long table, diagonally opposite Hermione.

"How are you today?" Marca said hello to her.

"OK!" Hermione replied absentmindedly, poking the food in the plate with her fork. "Just a little information can't be found..."

"What information?"

While continuing the inquiry, Maka caught a glimpse of Professor McGonagall in the middle of the teaching staff seat looking at him. By the way, he pointed to the direction of the school hospital and nodded to indicate that he already knew.

Professor McGonagall also nodded slightly, and then turned his attention back to what Professor spraot said.

"It's the patron saint curse you taught us before," Hermione said reluctantly. "I can summon the patron saint smoothly, but the time I can maintain is always very short, and it will dissipate immediately if I leave a certain range."

She paused, a little bored and said: "... I can't find the reason! I haven't written any book!"

Ron, who was eating deeply, looked up and looked at Harry. Obviously, they were all thinking - Hermione, this is beginning to find out again.

"Oh?" Maka looked at her and thought for a moment, "why do you suddenly think of studying this? The patron saint curse is not difficult, but if you want to improve your strength, wouldn't it be better to start with other spells?"

"No, I --" Hermione hesitated and subconsciously glanced at the ceiling.

Maka followed her and looked over her head. The ceiling of the auditorium with framing and imaging magic was synchronously showing the sky that had just darkened outside. Among the snowflakes, it was like a dream.

But in addition, it seems no different than usual.

"Ah!" Maka suddenly realized something and showed a flash on her face, "is it because you saw the patron saint I released yesterday?"

"... well," Hermione nodded softly.

"That's what Dumbledore taught me. It's a more advanced use of the patron saint curse." Marca explained to her while cutting fresh lamb chops with a dining knife. "About maintaining the existence time of the patron saint, we can't rely on happy memories alone."

"Remember what I said? The will to protect others can also be used to cast the patron saint curse. And this will can even make the patron saint stronger!"

He put a piece of freshly cut mutton into his mouth and said something vaguely while the delicious gravy overflowed his mouth.

"... that is to say, as long as you try to join the 'guardian will' and make it more firm when casting spells... Then the existence time of your patron saint, as well as the flexibility and stability of control, will increase accordingly."

Hermione listened carefully. Every time Marca said a key point, she would nod her head and try to remember them word by word. Harry and Ron, who didn't care much, also heard God.

They also mastered the patron saint curse. Harry has the same level as Hermione, but Ron is relatively worse.

But no matter which of them, they are eager to be closer to their use.

"But --" Maka suddenly raised her fork, lit a point in the air and motioned them to pay attention to the next words, "these contents I just said belong to the basic usage category of the patron saint mantra. The advanced usage developed by Dumbledore needs to reach a certain level on this basis to try to learn."

Speaking of this, he emphasized: "to let the patron saint curse leave your activities, you need to borrow some knowledge of phantom development. Let's wait until you have a phantom development class!"

"Oh, no -" groaned Ron. "Phantom development class? That's 17!"

To tell you the truth, Maka herself didn't dare to teach casually about this. His own phantom shape shifting mantra was never used well. Although it could appear smoothly every time, it was always in the wrong position.

Moreover, the error in this coordinate is usually irregular.

If the phantom movement of other wizards is compared to point-to-point movement, his phantom movement is a sector. The farther the distance is, the greater the error range is.

If he had set the coordinates of the phantom on the other side of the earth, maybe he could send himself directly into outer space! If so, it would be terrible

So far, even if he studies, he only dares to try in a very small range. But even after repeated research for countless times, he couldn't find the culprit who led to his coordinate error.

"Well, don't complain!" Marca shook her head. "The phantom shifting mantra really can't be underestimated. You'd better not underestimate it... Well, by the way! Hermione, I have a good idea about your 's.e.e.s' (house elf spiritual liberation Association)'! Do you want to know more about it?"