Chapter 968

Throughout the room, the concentration of magic has reached an unprecedented level.

More than ten hours have passed since Marca began to lift the curse for Willie this morning. During this period, except for a pause in dealing with halbo who invaded St. Mungo, he has been silently separating the curse substance from Willie's blood.

At the same time, he also needs to use the soul Rune to resist the curse on Willie.

Perhaps because of this, he was constantly mobilizing his magic every minute and every second, so that even the escaping magic gradually accumulated in Willie's bedroom.

To tell the truth, even if there is a staff that can save the use of magic, Maka feels quite tired.

Fortunately, however, more and more curses were accumulated in the potion bottle on the ground. In terms of the weight inside, it must be that this first stage has finally come to an end.

During this period, there seems to be no more accidents in San Mungo, and Haier Bo has not been able to escape from that "trap".

Things are going in a good direction.

Willie was still lying on her side on the bed, sleeping quietly with her arms on her back, breathing softly and long.

But Marca knew that she didn't really sleep - after all, she slept too quietly. She didn't even move much.

Without paying too much attention to Willie in her sleep, Maka continued to repeatedly pull out the red light spot, while thinking again about the blood curse of the brova family.

As far as the curse power felt by Maka himself is concerned, he has more or less begun to believe that the essence of the curse is definitely one of the soul rules.

Just like the stone of bewitchment, the mirror of swallowing, the dagger of pain... And even the Gryffindor sword in the branch hat, the power of this curse can also cause terrible disasters.

However, the "source of disaster" in Willie's body is obviously very different from several other things.

Thinking of this, Maka glanced at the blood red mysterious substance in the potion bottle, and thought about it secretly.

If you put aside the curse... Or the special nature of carrying rules, the substance in this bottle is almost no different from blood.

However, the value of a substance that can carry complete rules goes without saying.

In fact, despite the crisis, Maka came to brova castle on time. In addition to abiding by the agreement with Willie and Mr. brova, it has to be said that there are reasons for the curse itself.

If he could not only help Willie smile again, but also gain something from dealing with halbo, he would definitely be worth his trip.

Therefore, at the moment, Maka also has some expectations in her heart.

So, after not knowing how long it was, Maka gently put the last light grain into the medicine bottle, and then couldn't help but relax.

After a whole day, I had to go through a long-distance confrontation with Haier Bo, and this first stage was finally over.

He picked up the medicine bottle on the ground, put the cork on the bottle for the first time and applied a magic spell. Then he took the bottle to his eyes and observed it closely.

As like as two peas, the sticky red liquid is really the same as blood.

"Is this... A curse?"

It was so cold that Willie had climbed out of bed and came to Marca. While she asked softly, her clear eyes stared at the medicine bottle in Maka's hand, looking a little curious.

But judging from her still expressionless appearance, pulling these substances out of her body obviously hasn't made her get rid of the interaction between curse and seal.

"No, this can only be regarded as a 'part' of the curse!"

Marca didn't say anything more. He put the medicine bottle into his waist pocket, and then pushed Willie's shoulder to drive her back to the bed.

"You'd better go back and lie down!" he smiled. "Next is the next stage. If nothing happens, this is the last step. Well... You may feel a little sleepy later. I think you can really have a good sleep this time."

Naturally, he was teasing Willie about her fake sleep. Unfortunately, Willie has always been immune to it. But after hearing Maka's words, she nodded seriously.

"Well, good night."

"Oh, of course, good night!" Ma Ka nodded. "If you think you may not adapt to waking up tomorrow, I think you can practice in your dream first."

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When Maka began to make final preparations for the subsequent stage, everyone in St. mangori seemed... To feel a little idle.

In fact, until it was getting late, many patients put out the lights with a little uneasiness. Everyone has been very tired after this day's toss.

As a result, the R.A. members no longer had to come and go to take care of the patients. Except for the person in charge of the first patrol, the rest gathered in the hall for rest.

Due to the temporary isolation of St. Mungo from the outside world, the sumptuous meals previously praised by old Victor are gone. Tonight we all eat some very ordinary dry food reserves.

However, at present, we don't even have a complete guarantee of life safety, so no one cares about the quality of food - even if it's all right to put a big table in the hall at this time, not many people will be happy about it.

Without saying anything else, just looking at the pairs of people in the hall who occasionally look at each other and sometimes look away carelessly, we can roughly feel the stagnant atmosphere here.

"Harry and Neville are over there. Have they been talking for half an hour? What do you think they're talking about so much?"

Ron leaned against a wall post in the hall, tilted his head and looked bored at the door. Although he was really curious about the dialogue between Harry and Neville, he didn't bother to bypass so many places to listen to the song.

On the other side of the wall column he was leaning against, Ginny subconsciously shook her head.

Of course, she also cares about Harry. These two days - especially today, Harry often shows a slightly strange side. Although she could feel that it was not the influence of Haier Bo, it was difficult for her to relax.

"I don't know," Ginny shook her head, and no matter Ron sitting on the other side of the wall pillar couldn't see her movements, "it's just... I think Harry must be working hard! He's not like you, lazy and useless."

"Hey, does anyone say that about my brother?"

Ron rolled his eyes, his wand swayed between his fingers, and then fell to the ground.

"But you're right... Don't be lazy, at least I'm really 'useless'."

"Ron!"

Ginny on the other side suddenly looked at Ron with her head on the floor. Then she raised her hand and slapped her brother on the head.

"Ouch! What are you doing!" Ron covered his head and said helplessly.

"What are you doing?" Ginny glanced at him. "You're still not a Weasley child... Doesn't dad often say, 'we can't do it because we can't do anything'? I just said it just now. Do you really think it's useless?"

"Then tell me where I can be useful?" Ron picked up the wand on the ground and patted the scattered dust on it.

Ginny thought about it for a while, and finally used an uncertain language:

"Well... Know Maka?"

"Oh, my sister!" Ron raised his hand and patted her weakly on the shoulder. "I know you want to urge me or maybe give me some encouragement... But are you sure it's a kind of encouragement and comfort?"

"It's not because you're really useless."

Ginny glared at him again, then shrunk her head and went back to the wall post.

Ron also leaned back to his original position, scratched his scalp hard, and then sighed silently.

"Birds flock."

He flicked his wand in front of him, and several birds flew out of the tip of his wand, chirping and dancing in the hall.

He tilted his head, controlled the birds to and fro for a few weeks, and then called them back to his bent knees.

This spell is not difficult, but it is not very easy - it requires a certain degree of deformation skills to cast.

Through practice in recent years, Ron's strength is actually very good. He can cast many magic spells that only adult wizards can cast, and even several magic spells have effects comparable to Auror.

If so many messy things had not happened, but in the calm and stable magic world in the past, he would have graduated from Hogwarts with quite good grades.

However, to his extent, it seems that he is still a long way off.

What is the measure?