It is still cloudy in London today.

The humid air makes people want to take off their clothes and twist them to see if they can wring out water.

The sun was completely blocked by the clouds, and only some gloomy morning light could be seen, announcing another time that would be threatened by rain and fog.

Maka had just left the black market with Charlotte. At the moment, they were walking aimlessly by the shining Thames River, stepping on wet road bricks and watching street lights go out one by one, which seemed a little leisurely.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte finally couldn't help opening her mouth first.

"... primary school brother, are you... Really going to fight Voldemort?" she looked worried and perhaps blamed herself.

But anyway, that's not very important to Maka.

"Why should I go against Voldemort?" he asked with a relaxed shrug.

The entanglement between him and Voldemort has long been unclear. The contradiction between the two is like a bomb, which is destined to explode.

With Maka's efforts, the time bomb just dismantled the timing device and became a remote-controlled bomb that can be detonated at any time.

As for whether to grasp the detonator or throw it away as a mine... To be honest, Maka can't make a decision until now.

When he had a choice, he was not a decisive person.

But all this has nothing to do with Charlotte.

"By the way, sister, what are your plans next? I suggest you go to Hogwarts to avoid it first!" Marca planned to put aside the previous topic in a brisk tone, but Charlotte didn't keep up with him.

"But..." Charlotte pursed her lips and said uneasily, "haven't you promised grandpa to rob the magic stone from Voldemort? You have signed the magic contract and even borrowed three books as a deposit..."

Marca smiled indifferently.

"The contract only said that after I captured the Sorcerer's stone from Voldemort, the Witt family and I studied and used it together. But what if I didn't want to grab it at all? What if the Sorcerer's stone wasn't in Voldemort's hand at all?"

There was another thing he didn't say: in fact, the magic stone had been destroyed by Dumbledore. Where can I find it?

This transaction was not established from the beginning. It was just the wishful thinking of the old Victor family owner.

"Well... You really don't have a word of truth..." Charlotte was obviously surprised by Maka's fraud, but she never thought that someone could frighten everyone with just one mouth.

But Maka smiled and shook her head.

All tenable lies are paved with the facts known to the other party.

Only when the other party recognizes the "true" part of the lie, will he subconsciously connect the other part of the "false" with the "true"; Only by letting the other party put the two parts together, can they be convinced.

Everyone has a self righteous side. The more confident and proud people are, the more they will commit this problem, which even Maka herself can't be spared.

They walked forward a few steps, and Maka suddenly remembered a question before.

"Sister, I want to ask a question -" he turned his head and asked Charlotte, "why is the Witt family... Or why is the family with ancient wizard inheritance so low-key? Judging from what I see today, at least the Witt family is still full of details, obviously deliberately hiding the influence of the family?"

This question is obviously not easy to answer. Charlotte pondered for a long time and finally hesitated to shake her head.

"As far as I know, every generation of family leaders in the family will strictly order family members not to publicize their actions. As for why... The family leader only said that he was following the family instructions of an ancestor..." she said, thinking and then said, "However, the reason is certainly not that simple - it is said that there are two secret rooms in the basement of the family residence. The first floor can only be entered after passing the test of ancestors, and there is the magic book abatair inherited by the Witt family from generation to generation; while the second floor is only allowed to be entered by every generation of family owners..."

"So if there is an answer, it must be in the two-story secret room?" Maka said thoughtfully.

"... and probably on the second floor," Charlotte nodded and added.

After that, they chatted casually, and saw that Maka suddenly turned his head.

"McLean, you've had a leisurely night? Throw your business to that sneaky guy and mind your own business everywhere?"

It was mad eyed moody who suddenly appeared behind Maka after disappearing all night.

Maka smiled and greeted her, casually spread her hands and said, "Professor moody, I'm just making more effective use of my time! Since talino's work is good, I must make the best use of everything, don't I?"

"Let me see, you're just wandering!" moody said with a dissatisfied face on his crutch.

"OK, I believe the werewolf will soon..."

In the middle of what Maka said, she turned her head with moody and looked at a familiar figure coming out of the alley not far away.

"Look! The person reporting the results has arrived."

"Mr. McLean, there's good news!" talino quickly came to several people and said with a smile, "I've found the current stronghold of the werewolves, and they won't change to the next stronghold at will for at least three days. But..."

At this point, he frowned again and said, "but greyback is not in the stronghold and has not left any news. His whereabouts are unknown at present."

"Is the news reliable?" Marca asked immediately.

"Of course, the source is a coward wandering on the edge of the group of werewolves. He was just driven out of the group some time ago. Now he is hiding and mixed badly... I got a lot of news with only two jingarons."

Talino said with a proud smile.

"In that case, I'll go there tomorrow night." Maka nodded clearly and handed the deposit certificate directly to talino. "Cash it out yourself! The remaining half doesn't have to be given to me first. It's just the reward I paid you in advance - there will be tasks in the future."

"It's on me!" talino patted his chest and said, "if you have something to tell me, you're on call!"

"After all, it's robbed. It doesn't hurt to spend it at all?" moody said sarcastically looking at talino's back.

"It's better to spend the ill gotten money earlier. It's a little hot to stay in your hand!" Maka said jokingly.

"Junior brother... What kind of ill gotten gains? Tell me about it?"

Dressed in morning dew, they walked away under the hazy sunrise and finally disappeared at the end of the street.

……

When Maka and the three returned to Hogwarts, the little wizards had already dined in the auditorium.

Hermione's hand injury is better, but her mood still doesn't seem to recover. Ron looked at her from time to time and opened his mouth several times in a row, but he couldn't say a word.

On the other side, at Slytherin's long table, Willie was eating breakfast and carefully turning over her notes.

During this time, she has been writing and drawing in the notebook. Although she will stay for a while as usual from time to time, it is obvious that she spends a lot of time on the notebook.

When there is no class, she will run to other places alone. She will disappear for most of the day.

As it happens, Slytherin didn't have a course this morning. After slowly eating breakfast, she walked towards the Tianwen tower with a notebook and a handbag.

Today's wind is not small. Instead of going to the top of the tower, she padded a piece of parchment in an open space in the tower and sat down.

Then she moved a lot of things out of her handbag. Looking at the tools inside, such as test tubes and crucibles, she seemed to want to do some magic practice.

However, Willie is not a person who is good at doing these delicate jobs. On the contrary, her every move seems a little clumsy.

Before doing each step, she would carefully look down at the notes, and then do it.

One hour, two hours

Time flies, but failure comes faster.

When the test tube burst because of some wrong steps, Willie still packed it expressionless, and then tried again undaunted.

It was not until near noon that she picked up all the tools on time and recorded some experience in her hand.

When everything was over, she went downstairs silently again and went to the auditorium for lunch.

I don't know since when, this life has become Willie's daily life. Calm, regular, step-by-step, as if she had been doing it all the time.

Today, Marca, who just came out of the principal's room and was going to have lunch in the auditorium, finally noticed a sign in Willie.

"Willie?"

Maka stopped the quiet girl walking up the stairs with her bag in hand.

"... Marca?" Willie looked back, then stopped and looked at him calmly.

"Your sleeves are broken." Marca pointed to her slightly long robe sleeves. "And here are some... Is this thickener?"

He reached out and twisted Willy's sleeve, then put it under his nose, smelled it a little, and immediately recognized what the sticky thing was.

"What potion are you refining?" asked Marca curiously.

Willie raised her head, looked at Marca, blinked, and whispered, "practice... It's hard."

As always, her words were concise, but at least this time she expressed her meaning very clearly, so as not to let makado guess.

"I remember... You don't seem to be good at magic medicine?" Marca thought. "Can I help you?"