Maka never thought that his casual words could change the track of history, which was something he should have thought of but could not predict.

Neville was not injured because of him; Malfoy therefore did not pick up the memory ball; Harry was also discovered by Professor McGonagall for his Quidditch seeker talent because he didn't compete with Malfoy on a broom.

In the eyes of others, everything was normal, and even Harry would not have any sense of disobedience.

But Marca was not. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. It can only be said that the world he lives in is a real world that can be seen and touched - a truth he understood when he lived in Plymouth. But only just now did he really realize what it meant!

He should maintain the world in his memory; Or should we give up the past and touch and feel it with our own body?

Thinking of this, Maka couldn't help shaking her head.

Perhaps, from the moment he was here, he shouldn't think about these annoying things. The butterfly's wings are always waved instinctively inadvertently. It can never predict the consequences of this change in air flow. Instead of worrying about these uncontrollable things, it's better to calmly face the unknown future.

Maka never thought she was a great person. She might have some small achievements, but that's all.

"It's right to enjoy life!" Maka sighed.

"It sounds like a grandpa's argument." Hagrid also came over - he was also watching the game on Gryffindor's side.

"Yes! Marca always likes to say things that old men like to say." Ron also laughed.

"This is wisdom! You don't understand!" Hermione has always admired Maka since she was saved from the troll stick.

"It's wisdom! You don't understand!" Ron said to Harry in imitation of Hermione's tone, and Harry laughed.

"Hum!"

Hermione is ashamed and angry. Don't look away from Ron. But Maka was walking next to her. Hermione turned her head, just in line with Maka's line of sight.

"..." Hermione was stunned, blushed slightly and turned her head away.

After the troll incident, Hermione's relationship with them was not so stiff, which seemed to be because Harry and Ron were the first to arrive in the bathroom. Maka is not clear about the specific details, but the three people in the lion yard can continue to be friendly, but it is a good result.

After a while, they and Hagrid returned to the hunting cabin near the forbidden forest. The owner was making them a cup of strong tea. Marka obviously wanted to continue his practice of preparing magic potions here with Hagrid this time - he had been here several times.

"It's Snape," Ron was explaining to everyone. "Harry ran into Snape at Filch's, and one of his legs was badly hurt."

"Snape is hurt?" Hagrid said curiously. "What did he do?"

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Marca exchanged eyes and didn't know how to tell him. Finally Harry decided to tell the truth.

"I found something about him," he said to Hagrid. "On Halloween, he wanted to pass through the big dog with three heads. It bit him! We think he wanted to steal something guarded by the big dog.

Hagrid put down the teapot heavily.

"How do you know three headed Luwei?" he asked seriously.

"Three headed Luwei?" said Harry.

"That's the three headed dog we saw."

"Yes! It's mine. I bought it from a Greek I met in the hotel last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to guard -"

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"All right, stop asking," Hagrid said rudely. "That's secret one, okay?"

"But Snape wants to steal it!"

"Nonsense," added Hagrid. "Snape is Hogwarts's teacher. He would never do anything like that."

"But why did he get... Yes, Rowe - bitten by it?" cried Harry. "I heard him say that with my own ears!"

"I tell you, you're wrong!" Hagrid said angrily. "Listen to me, all three of you listen to me! You're meddling in things that have nothing to do with you. It's very dangerous. Forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding. This is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicole may --"

"Aha!" said Harry. "So there's a man named Nicole LeMay involved, isn't it?"

Maka looked at Hagrid helplessly. He was only involved in one of the whole thing, but he almost understood the whole situation.

And Hagrid was standing there in a rage - he was angry with himself.

The original plan should be cancelled first. At present, Hagrid is angry. He doesn't think it's a good choice to stay and prepare magic potions now.

……

As time went by, the years flew around. Although it hadn't snowed in Hogwarts, it was already very cold.

One thing I have to mention is that with Maka's unremitting efforts, he has successfully developed a new stealth agent. Not to mention the long-time practice, even the potion formula has been changed again and again, and the hardships are really hard to say.

Fortunately, however, it was finally completed.

That night, Maka drank the potion and plunged into the forbidden area of the library. He can't wait for those dangerous and mysterious black magic!

Before, he had learned and even learned some spells related to black magic through the magic books ordered in Licheng bookstore, but those were screened by the Ministry of magic and Professor Hogwarts. If you want to really understand the essential difference between black magic and white magic, you still have to go to the forbidden book area to have a look.

"Uh --"

The first book opened by Maka has unusual characteristics of black magic. As the reader opens it, a frightening face will protrude from its page, sending out a shrill cry that frightens the soul.

He quickly pointed with his wand and smoothed the magic wave. The face then calmed down and restored the original face of the book.

"This cry seems to be a cry from the soul, not an actual physical sound wave." Maka frowned and thought about it, and then turned to the title page of the book.

"The weight of the soul comes from the unbearable lightness of sin. -- Ragnar Bastos"

He saw that under the word "weight", several small numbers and letters - "0.675ocm" were written.

"Ancient ounce unit?" Maka had some speculation. "This is the weight of the soul? How did you measure it?"

He quickly browsed the directory and found that this is a book for in-depth study of soul magic. Although it is full of theoretical research and has no practical application records, it is undoubtedly a very typical black magic book.

After reading for a while, Marca found something wrong - there was still a subtle magic wave in the book, which made him a little uncomfortable. It was not until he closed the book that the uncomfortable wave disappeared.

After that, he read several books in succession, which are the contents of in-depth exploration of all kinds of dangerous and mysterious magic knowledge. Some of them still resist being opened and struggle to close themselves again.

"The more you try to touch the black magic knowledge of the essence of magic, the more closely related to human personality. What does this mean?" Maka left the forbidden area and sat down by the window of the library, relaxing her nerves that were constantly strained because of all kinds of dangerous black magic.

Filch seemed to have come to inspect because of what had happened just now, but Maka didn't even look at him, but took a step aside when he passed to avoid being directly hit by him.

Mrs. Loris looked suspiciously at Marca, who was invisible, but found nothing.

In Maka's view, the contents of those banned books are all torturing the reader's personality and heart. Some books are even directly enchanted by such effects, so that readers always feel the questioning from the depths of their souls.

"No, I can't read some of them at the moment." Maka wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and dragged her tired body back to the dormitory to sleep. He needs to empty his head and have a good rest.

A few days later, Maka, who prepared half a dozen new stealth agents, pasted small waterproof labels on the bottles of those agents. The new name given to them by Maka, Xianyin agent, was clearly written on the labels.

It seems very good. In fact, he just reorganized the words "Fairy" and "invisibility", and his lazy nature is undoubtedly revealed.

Then he sneaked to the site of the beating willow outside the forbidden forest.

Some time ago, at Maka's request, Professor sprott of the herbal medicine class often took him to take care of the strange plants that like smoking in this class.

Professor sprott is the dean of Hufflepuff. She is a very kind and optimistic person, and she always shows an undisguised preference for her college students.

Maka, with outstanding achievements, has definitely become her favorite student in her heart. As for Marca's request, Professor sprott has no record of refusing to help!

It even includes the license of "borrowing part of the second greenhouse area" applied by Maka; And take care of the beating willow with her, which is forbidden to other students.

Of course, although some of the reasons are curiosity about this plant, Maka mainly focuses on the secret road leading to Hogsmeade under its roots.

At this time, standing out of the reach of the beating Liu, Maka did not try to rush in to find the so-called "Scar" that could calm it down. There are so many tree scars on the trunk. He doesn't know which one it is, and he's not interested in trying one by one.

He took out a small metal whistle, put it on his mouth and blew it gently. The silent sound wave rushed straight at the willow, and it trembled immediately.

"It looks beautiful, green," Marca looked at it. "If you don't move around."