"Kiwi pudding."

In front of the stone beast at the entrance of the headmaster's room, Professor McGonagall said today's password. The stone beast leaped open at the sound, and the stone wall behind it split in two, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the principal's office.

The stairs rotated automatically and sent several people to the entrance of the principal's office.

"Please come in." Dumbledore seemed to know they were coming. Before someone knocked at the door, his old voice came from inside.

Professor McGonagall pushed the door in, followed by Marca and Snape.

"How's it going?" Dumbledore looked at Marca and smiled, then looked at Professor McGonagall.

"The students have gone back, and the troll has been solved - by Mr. McLean." Professor McGonagall looked at Marca and told Dumbledore the details.

Dumbledore nodded as he listened. After Professor McGonagall had finished, he began to speak.

"Oh, yes, I see," said Dumbledore. "Mileva, go on searching and see if there are any students running outside."

"Severus, you help Professor Chilo get the troll away."

"I don't think it's necessary. Chilo can handle it alone." snape still said expressionless.

"I think so," said Dumbledore, looking at Snape.

"... if you insist," snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, then turned away quickly.

Marca found that there were only him and Dumbledore left, which made him a little uneasy, but he didn't show it.

"Would you like some Kiwi pudding?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Well, why not?" Marca adjusted her mind and tried not to think about what she had.

I have to say, the headmaster's taste is quite good this time. After a while, a pudding went into Marca's stomach. During this period, Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile and didn't say a word.

"Well, it tastes good." after a while, Maka was a little embarrassed.

"I think so too," Dumbledore finally said, "how do you feel about Hogwarts's study life?"

"It's interesting, full, and has made a lot of friends." Maka tries to choose some optimistic answers to fill in, although she doesn't know whether it works or not.

"To tell you the truth, you're one of the smartest children I've ever seen." Dumbledore shook his head and didn't seem to care about Marca's answer. "No one has ever learned so many things at the age of 11, not one during my teaching. And I haven't heard of it in the history of Hogwarts."

"Well, thank you for your compliment, but... Isn't it a bit exaggerated. For example, my deformation is very general." Marca tried to recall her situation.

"I don't think so," said Dumbledore. "I began to pay attention to you when you triggered the first magic rampage. For your behavior and experience, I think we can communicate in a relatively equal adult form."

This time, Maka was a little nervous. He was surprised and said, "magic rampage? In fact, I've wanted to ask this since I received the admission notice. Why don't I remember when I had magic rampage?"

"Oh, yes, because your magic rampage happened at a bad time," sighed Dumbledore, "although I don't know if I should say --"

Maka was stunned when she heard the speech, and then suddenly stood up: "it was my mother... At that time?"

"Yes, when there was a car accident, your magic suddenly ran away and protected yourself." Dumbledore looked at Marca kindly with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"In other words, even if she didn't rush up..." Marca murmured in a trembling voice and fell back into the armchair as if she had lost all her strength.

Dumbledore looked at Marca in silence, as if regretting it, and as if observing his reaction.

Suddenly, Maka recovered and sighed heavily.

"The dead are gone... That's why I'm more eager to protect others." Marca suddenly raised her head, looked directly at Dumbledore for the first time and said firmly.

"This is your heart, I can feel it." Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and showed a gentle and wise smile again. "Death is usually the end of life, but it will always be the starting point of others. Remember, death is not terrible."

Marca knew that Dumbledore had seen Voldemort in his body. Fortunately, he had no evil thoughts and passed the test.

Dumbledore and Snape are actually the same kind of people. They never lack strength and ambition, but they will give up everything, including their own life, because of "love". The difference between the two is that Dumbledore's love is universal love, while Snape's love is only open to Lily.

And Marca doesn't know what she will be like?

That night, Maka lay in bed and couldn't help thinking. Many things happened today, and he learned an amazing fact from Dumbledore, which made him fantasize. He didn't finally fall asleep until late at night.

……

After entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as quenched steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground. Students must always pay attention to their feet to prevent a big somersault.

Maka sat at the table, eating today's breakfast, and he was surrounded by people.

I don't know who said it - it must be Ron. In short, almost half of the students have heard of Marca's glorious deeds. He killed a twelve foot monster alone! This is incredible!

Now Maka has become a celebrity. Many students come up to talk to him, and even several first grade girls come to ask him for an autograph!

Maka felt that she enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by others, not only because of vanity, but also because it was really warm!

This is no excuse, trust me! What I said is true! If you don't believe it, find a bunch of people to surround you.

Recently, Hagrid was wrapped in a long mole fur coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots to defrost the flying broom on the Quidditch court.

This clearly expresses one thing - the Quidditch season has begun!

To tell you the truth, Marca really wants to join Hufflepuff's Quidditch team, but unfortunately, he has always been too busy. Moreover, the Quidditch team generally does not allow a first-year student to participate.

"I believe Harry's kind is just a special case." Marca looked at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were whispering. Marca guessed that they must be talking about it.

However, Marca is more concerned that he has not heard of the news that Harry joined Gryffindor as a seeker. Is it difficult that wood, the captain of Gryffindor, plans to use Harry as a secret weapon or something?

"Well done with confidentiality," Marca murmured in a vague voice, chewing and swallowing the food in her mouth.

However, when match day came and Marca saw Harry walking to the viewing seat like him from a distance, he was a little silly.

"What's the matter?" Marca's face was full of undisguised surprise as he watched Harry disappear on the stairs leading to Gryffindor's viewing table.

"What's the matter? What are you looking at, Mr. knight?" Charlotte said with a smile, hooking Marca's shoulder. "Are you looking at your princess Granger?"

"Er, ah - No." Marca shook her head, glanced at Gryffindor's viewing seat again, turned back and climbed the stairs on her side with Charlotte.

Quidditch was a wonderful game, but Marca didn't have much heart to watch.

From time to time, he looked at the teacher's viewing gallery - there was no Harry's Quidditch game, and he didn't know what would change Chilo's action.

Until the game was decided, there was no accident in the game. At the moment without Harry, it seems to cut off the possibility of Chilo's action from the root, but Marca can't guarantee whether he will find other opportunities for Harry.

"At least, it's a good thing to avoid an inevitable crisis?" Marca was not sure whether it was so, but he had no clue about it for the time being.

Gryffindor's game against Slytherin was over. Maka glanced at the scoreboard before leaving. It was 60-210. When the score was tied, Slytherin's seeker caught the snitch and ended the sticky game.

Marca didn't have time for this. After a glance, he walked to the Gryffindor crowd.

"Hey, Harry!" Marca tried to look normal. "Don't worry, the game isn't over yet. It's just beginning."

"Oh, yes. But losing to Slytherin was still unpleasant." Harry sighed.

It seems that even if he didn't join the Quidditch team, he still likes the sport very much.

"Well," Marca sorted out the speculation she had just thought about in the competition, and then asked, "I heard earlier that Neville almost fell down in your first flight class. Is it true?"

Harry nodded and said, "yes! If Mrs. Hodge hadn't reacted quickly, Neville would have to go to the school hospital, I'm sure."

"Yes! He jumped so high!" Ron said with a smile.

"Then what happened? Didn't Malfoy embarrass him?"

"Oh, yes, yes, that bastard always laughs at others. I can't wait to give him a monster curse!"

"The duel that night was because we had a quarrel in class," Harry said angrily.

"Well, that guy is really not a good thing."

As Maka readily agreed, she gradually straightened out the causes and consequences - so it was!