Maka's action was still very quick. When he packed the petrified werewolves one by one with the shrinking curse, he took Lenny and Lena out of the almost destroyed basement.

He was going to take the two werewolf girls to Hogwarts, and I was sure Dumbledore would arrange them.

As for Logan, he did not follow Marca to Hogwarts castle. As he said before, he plans to start with the rest of the ordinary werewolves and move towards his desired goal step by step.

To tell the truth, although Marca can show enough respect to every ambitious person, he is not optimistic about Logan.

In addition to the popularity of wolf venom, it is obviously the most realistic and effective way for wizards to have a sense of identity with werewolves.

However, Logan obviously does not have this ability.

Of course, there are always many ways, and in this regard, Maka will not assert that he will never succeed.

"I'll support you," Marca smiled. "Of course, I mean spiritual."

Logan took a deep look at the werewolf sisters, then waved his hand. Without saying anything more, he turned and left.

"I dare not expect your support. Thank God if you don't object," he muttered in his heart as he walked away.

Standing on the side of the street, looking at Logan's fading back, Maka turned her head as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Hungry!" Lenny said impolitely, "do you want me to bite?"

Lena stretched out her hand and pulled her, but she didn't care. Instead, she looked up and looked at Marca.

"Hey... From now on, your recipe should be changed."

Marca pushed her aside by pressing her face, then walked past her and walked forward, causing a burst of dissatisfaction.

"Where's Lena?" he suddenly asked again. "I think you're much more reliable than your sister... What do you like to eat?"

"... shredded pork with green pepper."

"Ha?"

……

The next morning, in the common room of Gryffindor college.

"Hermione!"

Hermione, who had just come down the stairs leading to the girl's bedroom, was suddenly stopped by Ron, but she didn't want to stop at all. She still walked forward quickly.

It was as if she hadn't noticed another person nearby.

But Ron reached out and grabbed her arm.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Hermione threw away his hand and didn't look back. "First let Lavender steal my things, and now want to apologize? Do you think I'll forgive you?"

"No... Hermione..." Ron's voice came from behind her and sounded a little dry. "I have something to tell you... I... I like you!"

"Sorry, but I don't like you."

Hermione answered decisively and quickly, as if she were trying to get rid of something as much as possible.

"I know..." Ron continued after a slight silence. "How do you know that I asked lavender to steal the dress?"

"Up to now, is it still meaningful to ask this?"

Hermione said coldly and planned to leave again. But as soon as her leg was half raised, Ron grabbed her arm again.

"You..."

"Hermione! Listen to me!" Ron continued stubbornly, grabbing Hermione's arm. "Did you hear my conversation with Marca?"

"So what? No?" Hermione asked, standing where she was, still with her back to Ron.

"If so, it's easy to say..." Ron clenched his teeth. "Hermione, I know you've never liked me... I'm here today just to explain to myself."

"I know, Maka is right - I can face up to my weaknesses now, and if I want to grow further, I must break my weaknesses!"

"But... I thought for a long time after I went back... And then I understood. I'm not Maka, and I don't have the ability to be him or replace him!"

"All I can do is to confess my heart to you like this today, and then wait for your rejection."

At this point, Ron closed his eyes and shook his head in pain.

"For me, 'giving up' is my greatest courage."

This sentence seems to have consumed most of Ron's strength, and the whole person is full of a sense of detachment.

But at the next moment, he suddenly raised his drooping head and looked at Hermione's back.

"But Hermione, you are different." he said firmly, "you are much smarter than me... No, you are smarter than most of your classmates! I think only you can keep up with Maka's footsteps... You should go and make it clear to Maka!"

"... 'give up' is only my courage. It's definitely not for you!"

Ron's words were so loud that many students in the lounge looked this way.

Hermione turned back, but her eyes fell elsewhere.

She gently shook her arm and said expressionless, "let go... You hurt me."

"Er... Sorry..."

Ron subconsciously released his hand, but Hermione suddenly glanced at him.

"Needless to say, I won't give up," Hermione looked at him. "But I won't go to Marca - at least not now! Marca has a very important plan, and I will never interfere with him!"

With that, Hermione turned decisively and walked to the rest room.

But after a few steps, she paused again, leaned over and said "thank you" to Ron.

Smart as Hermione, she has understood why Ron stole her dress. And her "thank you" is not so much a gratitude to Ron for taking great pains to think of her, but rather a final "Redemption" she gave Ron.

Ron looked at her back as she left, rubbed his face with a bitter smile, and then took a long breath.

"Well, it's all over at last!"

"What's over?"

Harry had just come out of his bedroom. He didn't know that he had missed a lot of wonderful programs recently.

"My love!"

Ron looked at Harry, finished with a serious face, and then burst out laughing at himself.

He felt that he was much more relaxed now - he didn't have to think about those boring things, and he could enjoy the fun of life again.

Although life is not always satisfactory, he still feels inferior because of some facts. But he thinks that this is his real self, not anyone else

As Ron said, the recent mess is almost over - at least for Harry three.

Soon, the summer semester began inadvertently.

As usual, the beginning of the summer semester means that Harry and his team will step up their training and prepare for the last Quidditch game of the season.

But this year, the last event of the top three competition completely occupied the position of this school event - even though the warriors still know nothing about the content of the third event.

Finally, in the last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept Harry and Hermione after the deformation class.

"Potter, Granger... You go down to the Quidditch stadium at nine tonight," Professor McGonagall told them. "Mr. bagman will tell the warriors what the third project is there."

Yes, under the auspices of Dumbledore, the top three competition went on as usual, and there was no change due to the emergence of the black devil mark.

So at 8:30 that night, Harry and Hermione separated from RON in the Gryffindor tower and came downstairs. As he walked through the hall, Maka was coming up the stairs in the basement.

"Marca?" Harry said strangely. "Where are you from?"

"Professor Snape's office..." Marka replied casually. "Well, to be exact, it's Professor Snape's private potion preparation room."

He seems to be thinking about something and seems a little absent-minded.

Hermione looked at him several times without saying a word.

"What do you think it would be?" Harry asked Marca as the three walked down the stone steps and melted into the cloudy night. "I heard that miss Delacour seems to be nagging about the underground tunnel. She thinks we're looking for treasure."

"That's not bad," said Marca perfunctorily. "You can borrow a basket of sniffs from Hagrid and leave it to them..."

They walked down the dark lawn towards the Quidditch court, and then entered the court through a passage between the stands.

"What did they do there?" Harry stopped abruptly and said in surprise.

The Quidditch stadium has completely changed!

Although the surrounding lawn is still flat and smooth, there is an incredible hole in the middle of the court!

"Is it really an underground tunnel?" said Harry, carefully walking to the edge of the huge hole and looking down.

But he just looked at it with a probe and immediately stepped back.

"God! This... This is too deep?" he said loudly.

"Hello!" cried a cheerful voice.

Ludo bagman appeared behind them, followed by Furong.

Harry turned around and walked towards them. When Maka came near, Furong smiled at him, but Maka continued to think about something unconsciously.

"What do you think?" bagman asked happily when he saw everyone approaching. "Good progress, isn't it? In another month, the layout will be completed completely. Don't worry!"

He saw some unhappy expression on Harry's face and said with a smile, "as soon as the competition is over, your Quidditch stadium will be restored! Well, you can guess what test you are going to face?"

"Underground cave treasure hunt?" Furong seemed very happy. She thought she guessed right.

"No, it's not..." bagman smiled. "Of course, before publishing the correct answer, the first thing we have to publish... Is the score of the second item!"