The weather has gradually changed recently. There are more and more clouds in the sky, which looks a little gloomy. The temperature dropped again and again, so that the students in Hogwarts put on warm sweaters and lined waistcoats under their robes.

In such weather, the library also becomes a little cold.

Many students gather in the common room with fireplace to do their homework. During this period, they can also loudly discuss the recent anecdotes with their peers. Here, we don't have to worry that Mrs. pince, the librarian, will emerge from somewhere and shout angrily "no noise".

As a result, there are fewer students in the library.

Maka is happy to be quiet. Learning in places with few people is obviously more conducive to the improvement of efficiency. As for things like the cold weather, he easily thought of a convenient and simple strategy to keep out the cold.

After mixing the blood of the salamander slightly, he made a continuous liquid that can keep the body warm. This thing is very simple. It only needs to make the fire energy in the blood of the salamander disperse in the body at an extremely slow speed. It can't even be called a medicine.

But because of this, it has a disadvantage - you have to drink more water, otherwise the water in your body will gradually decrease, making your skin dry. Of course, you will understand without saying, because you will often feel thirsty after drinking this liquid medicine until the effect evaporates.

At the moment, Hermione was sitting next to Marka, listening to him talk about some advanced principles of the floating spell.

From time to time, they picked up the cup on the table and poured a mouthful into their mouth. Even there was a big teapot on the table in front of Maka. Obviously, Hermione also tried Maka's gadget. She felt good. She was very warm and comfortable.

When Maka talked about the practical application of the floating spell, they both heard a clear sound of footsteps behind them.

"McLean, I've heard your rumors. Maybe we can be friends." the visitor paused and continued, "my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Maka turned her head and smiled at Malfoy, who was blond and pale. "Oh, of the course. I don't seem to have any reason to refuse this offer, Malfoy."

Hermione looked at Marca, but didn't speak - although she didn't like Malfoy at all.

"Yes! I think you're different from that stupid Potter. You have a smart mind." Malfoy seemed happy, and the slander came at random.

"No! I think people who insult others at will are really stupid! Harry is a smart man. He knows how to defend his friends!" Hermione couldn't help it. She retorted loudly.

"No noise!" Mrs. pince looked this way in the distance.

Marca nodded apologetically over there. Before she could speak, Malfoy spoke.

"No one talks to you, you stinking mud!"

Although Hermione didn't understand the meaning of the word, it didn't prevent her from knowing that it was an insulting word. She stared at Malfoy like an angry hen.

"Malfoy, I must remind you that insulting others at will is not the behavior of a noble!" Marca frowned. "And I am also the so-called 'stinking mud seed' in your mouth."

"You are not pure blood --" "all petrified!"

Malfoy's surprised expression solidified on his face, and several sporadic students nearby stood up in horror.

"Oh -- Marca, you shouldn't --"

Hermione also became uneasy, but she took it back in the middle of her words. After the giant monster incident, her idea of violating school rules has changed at the root.

But the uneasiness still existed, and she was worried that Maka would be punished in the future.

"I didn't do anything wrong. Besides, the whole body binding spell is no worse than the crushing spell, and it doesn't do much damage to the casting object." Maka raised her wand and waved it quickly, "the petrification is relieved!"

Malfoy immediately fell to the ground, gasping for breath, unable to say a word. I can see that he was frightened.

"It's just a punishment for being rude to you," he said with a smile. "You can tell the teacher, but I don't think it's a good idea."

Marca put the wand back into her sleeve and sat down calmly in her chair.

As a result, Malfoy did not say, but the news soon reached professor sprott's ears - Mrs. pince reported it.

That evening, Maka was called to the office of the professor of herbal medicine next to the greenhouse. He found Professor McGonagall waiting for him there.

"Mr. McLean, I have to say, why are you always making trouble!" Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"Well - I think there must be some reason why you used the spell on Malfoy? Can you say it for us to hear?" Professor sprott obviously looked like a short protector.

"Ah, yes," Marca nodded. "I can't stand Malfoy insulting Hermione by saying she's a 'mud seed'. You know, I said before that she's my friend."

"Oh! Mud seed! What a terrible word!" Professor sprott said in surprise. "This is discrimination. It shouldn't appear in Hogwarts."

Since its founder, Helga herchpach, herchpach college has always supported Muggle born children to become wizards. Until now, excellent Muggle wizards and mixed race wizards emerge one after another, which has almost become a general trend, which proves how correct Helga's initial persistence is.

"As for your feelings for your friends, I understand that Malfoy will be punished for his extraordinary words and deeds," Professor McGonagall said seriously. "However, your behavior of casting a spell on your classmates violates the school rules. Do you understand?"

After that, she looked at professor spraot, obviously reminding the other party that it was time to punish him accordingly.

"Uh."

Professor sprott looked at Professor McGonagall in embarrassment. For a moment, she didn't know what to do - she didn't want to punish Marca at all.

"Professor sprott, Professor McGonagall is right. I should be punished." at this time, Maka agreed with Professor McGonagall, "only by punishing students who violate school rules, can we establish a correct concept for other students, let them avoid detours in the future and form excellent personality..."

Marca said something that even he didn't think so, but Professor McGonagall showed a satisfied smile in front of him.

"In that case, stay in the third greenhouse and take care of the plants until bedtime tonight!" Professor spruot nodded happily.

After that, the two professors sent Maka to the door of the third greenhouse and went to find Malfoy. Maka looked at their backs as they left. After a while, she got into the greenhouse.

All right! The effect of a big talk was quite remarkable. Professor McGonagall left without even deducting points, which was a windfall. Originally, Maka just wanted Professor McGonagall to feel better about him, so she took the initiative to ask for punishment.

"Huh?"

As soon as Maka entered the third greenhouse, she immediately found that there was a man in it. To be exact, the mysterious Slytherin girl!

She is skillfully replacing the plants with new soil with a small shovel in her hand! From her fast and smooth movements, she can't see that she is the clumsy girl who hasn't done anything in the library for half a day.

Although she is still that expressionless indifference.

"Well, hello."

Maka was stunned for a moment and thought it would be better to ask first! Although he estimated that the other party would not pay attention to him.

But Maka obviously guessed wrong again.

"Hello." the girl immediately nodded here and said in a tone of no emotional change.

"Well," Marca walked up to her and began to help her change the soil. "If you don't mind, can you tell me your name?"

"Willy brova." she kept her hands, just lowered her head to deal with the matter in hand, but answered quickly.

Marca couldn't see through the girl, but the girl named Willie was different from Snape and Dumbledore. She gave Maka the feeling that the girl didn't have any complicated thoughts or even emotions.

"It's like a puppet," Marca thought for no reason.

"Do you like plants very much?" he continued the conversation in order to further understand the mysterious girl.

"Yes." the answer was still simple and plain.

"What plants do you like?"

"All."

"There's always one or two things you'll hate? For example, Babo tubers or something?"

"No."

"Do you often come to the greenhouse to take care of them?"

"Yes."

"Will you yourself..."

In this pale question and answer room, everything at hand was completed, but Willie was surprised by Marca again. When he wanted to come, Willie must have turned and left without saying a word, but she didn't move.

After putting the gloves back on the sundry rack, Willie folded her hands in front of her and continued to answer empty questions with Marca. She didn't mean to go at all.

"Well, I mean, won't you go?" asked Marca curiously. "Just like the first two times."

"Say that and go." Willie said faintly.

"Well... If you can't finish, you'll always stand here with me and talk?" Marca felt that her IQ was a little insufficient. He couldn't understand Willie's logic circuit.

"Yes." - I'm sure.

"Do you think it's interesting to talk to me?" Marca tried to ask the conclusion she could think of as a question.

"I don't think so." - don't you think it's interesting!

"Then why go on?" Marca couldn't help saying the truth in her heart.

After hearing this sentence, Willie paused, looked at Marca and thought for a while before she answered, "mom said you can't leave before others finish."

"It's polite."

With the last four words, Willie completely sank the dull looking Marca.