Chapter 1059

"Maka, what did lupin say to you just now?"

Seeing Ron's posture of sitting down and asking questions, can Marca not know what he's thinking? But even if the other party has this heart, Maka can't tell him something directly.

"Why, want to help?"

Looking at Marca's noncommittal smile, Ron shook his head in a depressed way.

"In fact, I also understand that with my ability, I can't help!" he said helplessly, holding a cup of butter and beer. "But... Marca, I won't mention those disguised words in front of you. Yes, I just want to do something - just like Neville and Harry!"

"So you're actually here to ask me if there's any way to catch up with Harry?"

Marca nodded and simply said what Ron meant. Ron's attitude this time was no longer ambiguous. After hearing Maka say so, he immediately admitted the other party's statement.

"Marca, you know!" Ron said sincerely. "I've been trying, but -"

"Well, you don't have to say, I know." Maka smiled at him again and said seriously, "not only me, but everyone has seen your efforts... If I say, in fact, you are already very strong, but you haven't noticed it yet!"

Ron could not help sighing after only a brief meal.

"Marca, don't comfort me... I don't know how much power I have! Forget it, I also know that this talent is useless even if I'm anxious, and magic power can't be obtained by opportunism..."

The more she listened, the more funny she became. At last, she suddenly interrupted him:

"Oh, one thing I want to make clear to you - I wasn't comforting you just now! After all, sometimes people can't see clearly is themselves, especially the type like you..."

On the way, Maka picked up her glass and took a gulp of butter and beer. Then she continued:

"After all, do you understand what magic is?"

"Ah?"

When Marca suddenly asked a strange question, Ron was dazed.

"'What is magic '..." he looked at it for a while and then said with some uncertainty, "it is a law that recites' syllables with magic' according to a specific rhythm, guides it with the help of the track of the wand, and finally makes all natural and non natural forces happen..."

"The answer is very standard, just like reciting it from a book," Marca nodded with a smile, but soon shrugged. "Unfortunately, I asked about the concept of magic itself, not the way to make magic happen."

After explaining the question again, he continued:

"Of course, it's better for you to recite the word 'law' first. At least I don't have to explain it later. The so-called 'magic' includes every magic spell you know - they are actually a phenomenon formed by our hearts and resonating with a 'law'."

"Can you understand?" Marca pointed to her chest. "Remember, all magic is not a tool, but the expression of our inner will. In fact, our inner strength is the most direct and effective guarantee that can make the magic strength strong!"

As for this, he suddenly said:

"In other words, as long as your will is firm enough, even for a moment, it will bring you more power than you can imagine."

"The strength of the heart?" Ron said with a frown. "Marca, you tell me the heart... You know, I'm not a strong man."

"Is that true?" Marca said noncommittally. "Then I ask you, if Ginny was taken away by some black wizard like that... What would you do?"

"Of course, don't hesitate to save her!" Ron patted his thigh. "Whoever dares to fight Ginny, I'll fight him even if I risk my life!"

"Very good."

Just when Ron thought that Maka wanted to say "this is the strength of the heart", he heard Maka say again:

"Well, what if you finally find out that the 'black Wizard' who took Ginny is your best brother, Harry? Can you still deal with him?"

Ron was stunned.

"I..." he hesitated and shook his head hard, "I don't know."

"Look! That's proof that you can't see yourself clearly," Marca pointed to his nose. "Listen, I can assure you that even if Harry stood in front of you at that time, you would do it! Remember? You almost beat me for Hermione!"

"Oh! Marca, don't mention that..."

Seeing Ron's ashamed expression, Marca couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha! OK, I won't say this first. Just remember to think about it yourself later! It's just..."

At this point, he suddenly stood up and walked to the open space next to the table. And then Ron saw him waving to himself.

"There's another thing I want to tell you about strength," he said. "Come on! Take out your wand and use a disarming spell on me - if you can take away the half cup of butter and beer in my hand, I'll tell you a way to get stronger quickly!"

"What?" Ron was stunned, so he even said in surprise, "isn't it? No, no, no... Rob something from you with the disarm curse? How can this be done!"

"Well, maybe not! If you don't say 100%, at least 99% can't be done." Maka smiled.

"Are you trying to tell me that if you don't try, you really can't do it 100%?" Ron shrugged his mouth and scratched his head with a subtle expression.

However, Maka said strangely:

"It's good for you to think so, because it's really a very positive idea. Just... I actually want to ask you, why don't you fight against the 'one percent' possibility? I won't fight back?"

Before saying anything, Ron suddenly took out his wand from his sleeve and threw it straight at him. Immediately, a red arc of light crossed between the two and came straight to him.

Unfortunately, Ron saw Marca reach out to the side, and the red light was led aside by the track drawn by his palm, fell on the ground and blew up a pile of dust.

"Hey!" joked Maka. "You want to sneak into me? You're so close!"

"I said no!"

Ron immediately collapsed on the armchair with a frown on his face. But if you look carefully, you can find that a relaxed arc has been aroused in the corner of his mouth.

Yeah! Didn't Marca say that before? Strength does not necessarily have to be reflected in magic?

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"You just started with Maka? What's going on?"

Since Ron returned to the other side of the dance floor, he was immediately surrounded by Hermione and others. Obviously, more than one or two people are curious about the disarming spell just now.

"Look! The guests are looking at you... Tell me, what happened?"

"Really nothing!" Ron said innocently. "I'm just talking to Marca and asking him to guide me. The disarming spell just now is also a way for him to test me."

"What did he teach you?" Neville hurriedly said. "Did he teach you any new spell casting skills? Tell me, and I'll learn it!"

"No," said Ron, pushing away Neville who was too close. "He just told me some truth, such as..."

After that, Ron probably knew he couldn't do it without talking, so he confessed everything just now.

Hermione and others, who learned that Maka really only enlightened Ron, naturally knew Ron's inner entanglement by the way. So they comforted him one after another.

But seriously, such comforting words will actually make Ron more insecure. If it had been put before, he might have smiled and said he understood, but he would only be more and more lost in his heart.

Fortunately, after Maka's words just now, Ron has found a goal. Even if the goal is not very clear, he finally knows what to do next.

Unconsciously, the lively wedding of Fred, George and Olson sisters also gradually went to the stage of night.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's dinner is ready! Please come to the tent and enjoy our carefully prepared wine and delicious food!"

The sun has sunk into the west mountain, and the stars and the rising silver moon add a bit of coolness to the earth.

At that high altitude, the two ran in different directions and threw out the special star point of "small tail", which brought more mystery to the night.

At night, Mr. Weasley stood at the door of the glowing tent, greeted the guests with a smile and invited them to have a big dinner.

It was at this moment that Maka, who was always sitting on the outer edge, suddenly nodded at lupin and Sirius, then put down the empty glass and got up and walked towards Mr. Weasley.

"Sorry, lupin and I have something to do. We'll owe you for this dinner first!" he said with a smile. "When I come back to visit again, remember to prepare more madam's meat pie for me!"

"Oh, are you leaving now?" Mr. Weasley heard the sound, but soon nodded. "Then I won't ask what it is... Be careful anyway! Our family can be preparatory members of the order of the Phoenix if necessary!"

"Thank you!" Marca said solemnly, "of course, enjoy the wedding of her two sons today! Remember to drink more!"

After lupin and his colleagues talked to Mr. Weasley one after another, they quickly bypassed the tent and disappeared into the shadow behind.