Chapter 752

"... it can expand the specific desires of organisms and control them. It is observed that the fundamental manifestations of the affected are 'self affirmation', 'ridicule others',' chasing power and power '..."

Still in Maka's own office, he wrote on his desk with a quill in his hand. Every word and sentence seemed to be written without thinking at all.

This is because what he wants to write down has actually gone back and forth in his head several times.

But this time, when he wrote about "chasing power and power", his hand holding the quill suddenly gave a slight pause, and a touch of hesitation flashed on his face.

"No, No."

After thinking about it, he suddenly reached out and gently brushed the sentence over his head. The original handwriting immediately disappeared as if it had been absorbed by paper.

"Chasing is just a process, not a cause or a result... So what will Draco do after gaining enough strength... Superior? Arrogant? Have fun?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Maka threw the quill back into the ink bottle, and then turned the book in front of her a few pages forward. There is a word written in a larger font - the monument of bewitchment.

In fact, in recent years, no matter what he is busy about, he has never stopped his research on magic. To say which research he is most concerned about, it must be something in this book.

The book of sin - since he got it from the "future self" at the beginning, he has rarely read the "original". Those stories are too true and too heavy, making it difficult for people to rise the desire to read them again and again.

But now the notebook spread out on the table, but he still named it "the book of sin", not even a word has changed.

This is no doubt that he always reminds himself that there are some things he must always keep in mind.

As for the second edition of the book of evil, what is recorded is the unfinished research and records in the "original edition", that is, for the "root causes of evil" full of disaster possibilities.

The words he was writing just now belong to a small part of the research on the "monument of bewitchment".

"Call -"

After hesitating, Maka closed the book again and stuffed it into her waist pocket.

Then he pulled the curtain behind him with his backhand, and the afternoon sun outside the window immediately spread all over the office. The room that seemed rather dark just now suddenly lit up.

Slightly lazily leaning on the back of the chair, Maka stared at the very fine dust particles in the light, emptied her brain and silently felt the hard won silence, so she stretched herself.

"It's still early for dinner! Otherwise, go to Hogsmeade to relax?" he bathed in the gentle sunshine on his back, gently rubbed some swollen temples with his right hand, and whispered to himself, "although some things must be decided as soon as possible to have more space to deal with, if you are too anxious, it will affect the efficiency..."

In this world, there are many things that can't be shared with others, and here in Maka, he can't tell others more than ordinary people.

If he didn't know how to adjust himself, he would have been completely overwhelmed by many bad things.

With this in mind, Maka put away her legs kicking under the desk when she was stretching, and stood up gently holding the edge of the table.

The dust floating in the air suddenly collided with the air flow he got up, and some of them disappeared into the shadow of the data pile with the leaving Maka.

"Oh, yes," Marca said casually while pushing open the door of the office room, "at this time, you should find someone who thinks straight to the point to have a drink with..."

As he spoke, he walked out, and the door behind him closed automatically.

"... I hope he won't have classes next."

"Bang!"

With a soft noise, the door closed.

……

Affected by the terrain and airflow, Britain is plagued by falling rain all year round. But the altitude and location of Hogwarts Castle determine that the weather here is usually not bad.

It's the same today. The mountain wind on the front lawn is gentle, and the grass leaves are swaying with the breeze. If you think of the recently demolished alchemy competition, this sense of emptiness is even more fascinating.

Marca remembers that Dumbledore also liked to take a walk on the grass in front of the castle as a small relaxation for him.

However, the thought that he only left this land for the last moment of his life makes people a little unhappy.

Maka wandered out of the entrance hall of the castle and walked slowly forward.

The first thing he thought of was naturally Hagrid. If someone invited him to sit on Three Broomsticks, he would be very happy to go with him.

It's just a pity that when Maka ran to the hunting house and knocked on the door, only the hound teeth locked in the house for self entertainment responded to him.

No way, since he can get to the school gate a little further, he won't be stupid enough to run back.

Just in a blink of an eye, Maka, who walked slowly out of the school gate, quietly disappeared in place. When he showed his figure with a burst of space expansion, he had come to the alley on the side of the pig head bar.

If he is not accompanied, he would rather come and sit here for a while, because there is his favorite "pig head bar for butter beer".

"Clang -"

The bell hanging behind the door suddenly rang, and the sound was still dull. It sounded somewhat disappointing. It seems to have the same virtue as the host here - no matter what guests patronize here, he won't welcome them.

"Boss," Marca smiled at the bar, "you know, the same."

"Sit down!"

In the bar, aberforth's beard spread on his chest trembled slightly, and his tone was as indifferent as ever. However, his movements were very sharp. After a while, he pulled out a dirty wine bottle from under the bar and opened it.

"Here you are."

The bottle of butter beer was casually placed on the table together with a tie cup. Because of overexertion and even splashing some foam, A Buforth was immediately wiped away.

Yes, even Maka, who is already very friendly, can only ask him to give him an additional "bottle opening service". Want a drink? Then pour it yourself!

Of course Marca didn't mind. He knew Dumbledore's brother's temperament long ago.

He picked his finger, let the bottle float, poured the yellow liquor into the glass, and looked around the store as usual when he came here.

Since Charlotte came here to work from time to time, this bar full of dirt has obviously changed a lot in detail.

For example, some small hanging decorations above the bar, as well as a more detailed and clear price list, show signs of improvement everywhere.

Of course, the tone here remains unchanged - the windows are still so dirty, and the accumulated dust makes it difficult for the outside light to penetrate, making the bar look so dim day and night.

"Poof -"

There were still not many guests in the bar. Just sweeping around casually, Maka put everything around in her mind. Then he turned his head again, stretched out his index finger and touched the wall of the glass.

A faint invisible spark swirled around the cup and disappeared again in an instant.

"Ah, by the way -" he suddenly looked up at aberforth as if something had sounded. "Is dobby still with you? HMM... I mean the house elf before?"

"He left long ago." aberforth frowned. "What can I do for him?"

"Oh, no!" Maka shook her head gently. "It's just that I suddenly thought of him when I met his old master today..."

"Really?" aberforth glanced at Marca. "If you want to find him, you can try your luck in Germany."

Maka knew as soon as she heard it. It was probably aberforth who told the elf about his mistress. Only after that, Lucius went to get Narcissa back soon - the little guy must have been in vain.

"I said, just ask..." Marca shrugged and somehow turned to say, "after Charlotte came, your business will be much better here?"

For Maka's chat mode with no words, aberforth seemed very cold. He then frowned again and looked around at Maka. His eyes were more or less impatient.

Seeing that aberforth didn't respond, Maka looked down again, as if looking for something.

"Hey, where's the sheep I gave you -"

"You've had enough!"

Aberforth suddenly patted the bar, which made not many customers in the store look back, but he stared back.

"Boy, what are you doing here today? If you want to talk to someone, go to three brooms to find the girl Rosmerta. Don't come to me and mutter that you have nothing to do -"

Seeing this, Maka shook her head helplessly, then picked up the glass and drank a few mouthfuls.

"It's not that you're looking for trouble," he said with a smile, "just looking for someone who doesn't care much about anything... For example, you don't call it a big thing in your heart?"

Aberforth stared at the smiling Marca and sighed helplessly after a while.

"What's the matter with you?" he said with a little doubt. "What's the trouble? You've solved a lot of trouble. I haven't seen you as tired as you are now?"

Maka thought, put away her smile and sighed.

"Maybe... Just tired?"