Chapter 633

"Harry and Ginny, you did well today! Although the Quidditch cup slipped away, it's nothing if you want me to say..."

"Oh, thank you! I think Ginny is the best one today!"

On the way back to the castle, Marca soon caught up with Harry and got involved in the conversation quite naturally.

"Yes!" Marca couldn't help laughing when she heard Harry boast about Ginny. "Ginny, you did a good job in the game, and what you said is even more beautiful! With your wonderful performance today, Professor Dumbledore will think that my halo 2000 was not sent to the wrong person!"

"... well... I'll try to make it the brightest broom in Hogwarts!"

Although Ginny said so confidently, her cheeks were still a little red. It was obvious that she couldn't stand everyone's repeated praise. Although she is so brave and valiant on the court, it is only limited to the situation of hot blood rushing into her brain. Ginny is still a very warm and watery little girl.

After a logical mention of Dumbledore, Marca peeked at Harry with her remaining light.

"Speaking of Professor Dumbledore..." he asked casually. "Harry, I asked you to read that book carefully that day. Have you read it? Have you got anything?"

"Oh -"

As soon as Marca brought the topic here, Harry's mind flashed the accident that had happened on the field before.

"Well... Yeah..." his words hesitated slightly, and it was obvious that his mind had not been completely extracted from that short memory. "I read it, but... It seemed to be just a story book, you know, about Godric Gryffindor's experiences. That was very interesting, but if you want to say the harvest... Anyway, I don't have a clue."

"Really?" Marca looked at Harry's expression and nodded if she knew something. "Well... It doesn't matter, if... I mean if - if you think of anything, or feel you need to tell me, remember to come to my office at any time!"

He could feel that Harry did respond to his temptation, but since he didn't say it in front of everyone, it showed that he probably didn't want to disturb everyone's rhythm with his troubles.

Recently, Hermione and others are in good condition. While focusing on the o.w.ls test, they also don't forget to regularly take time to strengthen their personal ability. In addition, now Harry has officially come together with Ginny. While tasting the sweetness, most of his heart has a sense of protection and responsibility as a boyfriend.

Because of this, Marca decided to respect Harry's rather weighty choice. After all, after understanding the reason for Harry's situation, he knew that the actual harm was not great. As long as Harry continues to increase the progress of brain closure practice, things will be solved naturally.

"Oh, yes!" Harry nodded immediately. "If I find anything in the book, I'll tell you right away!"

As for the book entitled "golden Griffin from the wilderness", Maka had actually turned it over in the ward. In fact, it is indeed an ordinary story book. There is nothing worth paying attention to. If you have to say what you can get from it, I'm afraid it's a few simple and easy to understand educational significance.

What is the educational significance? The story of Godric is nothing more than the spirit of bravery, selflessness and adventure! These things are picked up and sung by the branch hat every year. It's really a cocoon to hear.

Before long, several people went back to the castle with other little wizards.

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The last game of the Quidditch cup is finally over. Whether the result is pleasant or not, it is a thing of the past. At the end of the busy semester, everyone's focus is still on the exam, including the "Heroes" who have been active on the field.

So, in theory, the competition day is a rest day, but most of the little wizards are still reviewing their lessons hard in the library or public Lounge - at least for fifth and seventh graders.

However, don't forget that there are two leisurely guests in Hogwarts castle at present!

That afternoon, the hornheim brothers and sisters who had finished lunch in the auditorium temporarily said goodbye to Maka, who was going to correct the students' homework, and walked leisurely to the lake beside the castle.

The weather has been good these days. It's spring again. The sun is bright and the wind is gentle. Looking around the lake, the lake is even more wavy. It's like someone threw a bunch of gold leaves into the lake. All eyes are glittering gold.

In such a beautiful environment, everything is particularly intoxicating, but only one thing is particularly touching.

"Is this where Mr. Albus Dumbledore was buried?"

At the moment, Sarah is standing in front of the ice coffin, which is almost one person high. The ice blue translucent coffin still emits wisps of cold air in the sun and keeps surging on the green grass.

What's surprising is that the thing condensed into the coffin is clearly some kind of extremely cold ice. Standing near, it only makes people feel a little cool. Even the grass is still growing nearby.

"My father said that this ice coffin was made by Maka on the spot on the day of the funeral..." the fat man beside my sister looked surprised and said, "although I have seen it once a few days ago, no matter how many times I have seen it, it is still so beautiful... But how long can this ice last?"

The fat man was right. Under the sun, the ice coffin diffused dazzling light. It looked bright and extraordinarily beautiful. In the ice coffin, Dumbledore's face remained the same as before, half unchanged, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Sarah ignored the fat man's words. She just looked at the big ice inlaid with the man. After a while, she bowed to Dumbledore, and then walked gently to a tree by the lake.

"Brother Noah, Sarah won't go to busbarton," she said leisurely. "We'll go home in a few days and tell Dad that I'll come here to school from the second half of the year."

"Eh?" the fat man said strangely, "last time I mentioned it to you, didn't you say you didn't want to go to Hogwarts? Why now..."

"That Mr. McLean is very interesting," little Sarah said softly with a wink. "And he's really powerful. He may know some mysteries that others don't know... If possible, I think I'll need him to help me solve some doubts."

"True or false?" the fat man said in surprise. "I think you always hate him. I thought you didn't want to stay here for a long time!"

"No," Sarah said, "I'm just... Surprised and scared..."

The fat man was not surprised that she gradually stopped calling herself by her own name. In fact, when she really took it seriously, it was like this.

But the fat man was particularly surprised by the word "fear" in Sarah's mouth.

"Er..." he wondered, "afraid?"

"Yes!" Sarah nodded calmly. "After a test, I have roughly understood how far I am from him... The book is right. When the exploration of alchemy and magic reaches a certain depth, there are many things that can be connected - especially spiritual refining and soul magic."

She said, and then continued: "I think... Compared with what ancient magic text, his research on the soul has gone deep to a quite incredible level."

Compared with Sarah, who is already quite good at studying spiritual refining, the fat man who takes material refining can't catch up with her. But no matter what he said, he was also the young master of the hornheim family. He knew something about Sarah's words.

Of course, he is still confused about the details.

"So... Do you want to find something to refer to through his research direction?" the fat man asked half wisely. "If you just want to discuss with him, I don't think you want to study in Hogwarts? Just borrow dad's words - you don't have to go to school at all, do you?"

"It's not just for research..." Sarah said, looking back at Hogwarts castle in the direction of Maka's office.

The fat man tilted his head and stared at little Sarah. His doubts and curiosity became more and more prosperous.

"Hey," he suddenly joked, "dear sister, do you say... You have a crush on my good brother Maka? If so..."

"Don't say these boring words." Sarah shook her head slightly and interrupted the fat man's interest.

"Why on earth is that?"

This time, however, Sarah turned back and looked at the lake again, pursed her mouth and kept silent. Seeing that she didn't speak, the fat man scratched his scalp hard. Then he gave up and shrugged indifferently.

Has the final say, "well, that's what you think, and you have the final say! Well, then, when do you plan to go home?"

"... see in a few more days!" Sarah stared at the beautiful light of the lake for a long time before she said a non answer.

On the other side, Marca, who is still in the office, can't see the direction where they are. But he didn't secretly observe, but it doesn't mean he didn't know. He also noticed what Sarah said to the fat man in the stands this morning.

But although he felt a lot of secrets in Sarah, there was nothing suspicious, so he limited his actions to some temptations.