Chapter 1037

Perhaps this is what a really "powerful" person should look like?

Keep moving forward, moving forward, moving forward again, constantly crossing obstacles and surpassing yourself. Even if there is a high wall near the cliff in front of you, you can find the confidence to continue climbing with your own strength.

Come to think of it carefully, isn't this Harry who has been working silently?

"Bang!"

Marca gripped the staff and knocked back Harry who rushed towards him again. Then he leaned on his stick and watched the figure who would get up again from the ground

Marca's chest also fluctuated slightly.

Suddenly, Maka glanced at the wall on the right - there was a huge scar, which was gradually recovering with the unstable distortion.

Yes, it's undoubtedly the masterpiece of Gryffindor's sword.

In fact, it hasn't been long since time passed, but we have to suppress them without hurting each other. Even for today's Maka, it seems a little reluctant.

As expected, this time, out of control Harry was surprisingly strong.

Not only is the strength and speed far beyond the limits of the past, but even the Gryffindor sword, which was originally sharp and plain, also has a special effect that can cut through the flow of magic.

If you don't use magic with enough strength, it's just one more sword in front of "Harry".

However, even so, Marca's trouble is not actually how to suppress Harry. What he is looking at now is the "other" Harry who is struggling in confusion and madness.

Harry, who had just got up, didn't immediately wave his sword again.

From Marca's eyes, Harry was holding Gryffindor's sword in his hands, his muscles were tight, and the whole person was shaking.

He seemed to be trying to restrain something - with his own willpower.

In contrast, Maka, who looks more powerful on the surface, always easily buries herself with books, materials and calculations.

The scroll of truth, the monument of bewitchment, of course, there are countless magic books and ancient books written by predecessors... These are Maka's dependence.

Even the perception of magic was acquired under the trial of loina and Luna's serious injury.

Maka knew that there was nothing wrong with relying on the wisdom of his predecessors. After all, his efforts were well known. But compared with Harry now, he always has less things that only belong to him.

Yeah!

Marca McLean has never been "strong" in fact. Isn't that something he has already understood?

"Hold on, Harry."

Marca pestles the wand on the floor and looks at Harry, who is still trying to grasp himself:

"Maybe Professor Dumbledore is right - I need your help!"

It seemed that Harry, with red eyes and sharp green tendons, suddenly raised his head when he heard Maka's words, but the Gryffindor treasure sword in his hand began to emit a hazy luster again.

Seeing this, Maka couldn't help laughing and said:

"Never mind, just come on! As long as you can insist, I'll call you back several times - who calls me Marca McLean?"

For Harry, Marca is undoubtedly his eternal goal. It is precisely because Maka knows this, so at this moment, he has to play this role better.

"Bang!"

At the moment when Harry rushed with his sword, Marca leaned forward and disappeared from where she was, and then Harry flew back.

Again, again, again... Because the speed of the two is faster than each other, the time of the fight is not long, but they can frequently use this way to steadily overwhelm Harry, which is also a great load on Marca.

But there's no way. If you don't want to hurt Harry, this is probably the most appropriate choice.

"Bang!"

"Keep going! Don't care what's in front of you. All you have to do is focus on finding yourself. Just leave the rest to me!"

Suddenly, Harry got up and stopped again. Sometimes his body was ready to move, sometimes a little relaxed, and finally he stood there with a sword.

"Oh! Come on, come on... I'm so tired! Listen, Dumbledore and McLean, don't call me again in the future!"

Marca looked at the branch hat that had been fastened on Harry's head from the beginning and said so. Even if she fell soft on the floor with a "pop", she realized that Harry had really passed the most difficult level.

Yes, the boy with great perseverance finally survived.

"Dumbledore, we did it! Next, we just need to wait until he has finished the last part of his journey -"

He hurried back and looked at the place where the white shadow had been.

Unfortunately, the figure had long disappeared completely, leaving only the closed old book on the bench.

……

The next day, instead of going out, Maka chose to stay in the room and continue to study the destroyed magic stone.

In this way, the windbreaker wizard naturally had no reason to leave Hogwarts.

"Mr. McLean, i... will go to class with Hermione and them today?"

At the door of the room, she stood there and whispered a question to Marca's back.

"Well," Marca looked back slightly and said with a smile, "that's good - ah, are you asking my opinion? In fact, there's no need..."

"OK." the windbreaker immediately nodded. "Well, I'll be right there... I'll bring you breakfast."

After carefully closing the door, she stood at the door for a while before turning and walking to the auditorium. As for what she thought in front of Maka's door, no one knows.

Not long after, she went from the sub fort to the lobby of the main fort, and entered the auditorium through the side door.

"Come on! This way, this way!"

When the windbreaker heard the sound, even if she turned to look at the old positions at the long table of Gryffindor, then she saw Luna sitting next to Hermione, waving happily at her side!

Speaking of, Luna has often mixed with Gryffindor recently, but she doesn't seem to have a sense of conflict. Even the students of Ravenclaw didn't seem to feel any different.

Seeing this, the windbreaker wizard had to go through Luna's repeated calls.

"Cough... Good morning, everyone."

"Oh, good morning!" Luna dragged her hand and let her sit in the empty seat next to her. "This is reserved for you. Just sit here!"

Ron on the other side couldn't help whispering:

"Luna, I think you might as well turn to Gryffindor."

"Shut up and eat your roast intestines!" Hermione on the other side looked at him with a white eye.

After habitually offending Ron, Hermione looked at the windbreaker and asked:

"Where's Marca? He didn't come with you?"

Seeing Hermione asking about Marca, the windbreaker wizard who had just picked up the fork couldn't help a little meal in his hand.

"Oh, Mr. McLean is still busy studying the magic stone," she said. "As for breakfast, I'll send it to him later."

"Isn't Maka going out today?" Luna said with her head tilted. "In that case... I'll go with you later?"

"Luna!" Hermione waved her hand. "Don't go - since Marca is going to do research, we'd better let him finish it quietly. Going will delay his work."

"Really?" Luna blinked and nodded. "Well... I wanted Maka to see my new spell!"

"New spell?"

Luna's words attracted everyone's attention at that time.

You know, developing magic spells is not something that ordinary wizards can do. They need talents and opportunities, and sometimes the degree of danger is not low.

On the last point, just think about Luna's mother.

"What spell?" Hermione hurriedly asked, "what is it used for? What formula is used? How practical is it?"

Listening to Hermione's questions, Luna couldn't help touching her cheek, and her face was a little confused.

No way, there are so many questions that she doesn't know which one to answer.

At this moment, there was a sudden flutter of wings outside the auditorium - owls came with today's letters and parcels!

"It's not very powerful, but it's very interesting," Luna said excitedly. "You can see it!"

Before the words fell, a large group of owls flew in immediately outside the gate. They flew over the four long tables with the sound of the wind at the gate of the auditorium.

Needless to say, there are a lot of people here.

As soon as Luna saw it, she hurriedly took out her wand and threw it into the air without scruples.

"Plop, plop, plop!"

As she read the slightly strange mantra, an invisible wave spread from the tip of the staff and rushed to the owls on the long table.

At the next moment, the owls flying near her seemed to lose control of their body. They fell on the table, splashing many pies, corn kernels, oatmeal and so on.

"Float off!"

Fortunately, Hermione reacted quickly.

Almost as the owls fell, her floating spell was cast in a hurry. Although he failed to catch the poor owls, he managed to control the flying food in mid air.

Then, the big guy looked at the owls in shock and got up from the table unharmed, but they all looked like drunk, and some even fell into the milk pot.

"Look! Isn't it interesting?" Luna laughed.