At the moment, the Hogwarts auditorium is particularly beautiful and spectacular because of a large number of Christmas decorations.

The wall is covered with hanging flower ribbons composed of holly and mistletoe. A whole dozen towering Christmas trees are standing all over the room. Some trees are hung with shiny little icicles, and some are glittering with hundreds of candles.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall and Professor flavy skillfully decorated the place with magic, Maka couldn't help but want to make some small attempts here.

He found a small snow-white bottle from the inside of his robe and carefully dropped a few drops of cold liquid on the support under a Christmas tree.

"What did you pour down there?"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, but he didn't get angry immediately. It seems that Maka's strategy of leaving a good impression on her last time really worked.

"Oh, Professor, you'll know in a moment," Marca said with a smile.

As soon as Maka's voice fell, the effect of those drops of liquid appeared. I saw a hazy white cold fog rising from under the Christmas tree. It didn't sink like other colds, but curled up around the Christmas tree and floated to the enchanted ceiling.

In the white fog, there are faint dots of crystal brilliance, which gives this Christmas tree a very unique beauty.

"This is a semi-finished product I tossed out when I studied magic medicine. It looks beautiful, but it's a little cold." Maka looked at her masterpiece and felt quite satisfied.

"Yes, it looks good!" Professor McGonagall said with a rare smile. "Give some drops to the other trees! I think albus will like this... I mean, Professor Dumbledore."

Not far away, Hermione looked at the white mist shrouded Christmas tree with a bright light in her eyes.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione said to Harry.

"Yes! That's great!" Harry seemed to like it too.

"I prefer professor flavy's golden bubbles. They look golden." Ron saw Professor flavy spraying a string of golden bubbles with his wand and hanging them on the branch of the newly moved tree.

Hagrid was also watching all kinds of decorations, but suddenly seemed to think of something. He turned to the three and asked, "how many days are there for vacation?"

"Only one day!" said Hermione. "Oh, that reminds me - Harry and Ron, we have half an hour to eat. We should go to the library."

"Oh, yes, you're right," said Ron, looking reluctantly away from Professor flavy.

"The library?" said Hagrid, as he followed them out of the auditorium. "Is it too hard to read books for the holidays?"

"Oh, we're not reviewing our lessons," Harry said happily to him. "We've been trying to find out who Nicole LeMay is since you mentioned him."

"What!" Hagrid looked frightened. "Listen to me - I told you, stop! What the big dog is guarding has nothing to do with you."

"We just want to know who Nicole LeMay is, nothing else," Hermione said.

"Are you willing to tell us so that we won't bother so much?" Harry added. "We've turned over at least a hundred books these days, but we haven't even found his shadow - just give us a hint! I know where I've seen his name."

"I won't say anything," Hagrid said dryly.

"Well, why don't you ask Marca, Hermione?" Ron said to Hermione.

"They all said no, Marca has been very busy recently, and I don't want to disturb him." it seems that this is not the first time Ron proposed to ask Marca, but Hermione didn't seem to agree.

"He's not idle at the moment! You see he's still there to help the professors decorate the auditorium!" Ron looked at Marca, not far from them, and said in wonder.

Hagrid stood beside with an angry face and watched the three children discuss the matter in his face. He didn't know what to say.

"I said no!" Hermione couldn't help shouting at Ron.

Her voice was obviously a little loud. Maka looked back in doubt. After talking to Professor McGonagall, she came this way.

"What happened, Hermione? Why is it so angry again?" he asked curiously.

"No, nothing -" Marca, who's Nicole LeMay? "" don't ask! "

She answered three times in a row, which made Maka look back and forth at Hermione, Ron and Hagrid in surprise. Then she smiled and said, "Hey - two to one, then I won't say it."

"Well, do you really know who Nicole LeMay is?" Hermione asked subconsciously when she heard that Maka seemed to know.

"Do you want to know? I'll tell you if you want to know." Marca thought - you'll know sooner or later.

"No, No." Hermione pursed her lips, hesitated, and shook her head.

Unlike Harry's worry, Hermione really just wants to know who Nicole LeMay is. After seeing that Maka's progress has far exceeded her, she just wants to catch up with him by her own efforts, even if it's just such a small thing.

Although she was a little curious about what important things were hidden behind the three headed dog Luwei, for Hermione, how to obtain knowledge with her own efforts was the only thing she attached importance to at present.

"Then we'll have to find it ourselves." Ron was a little angry when he saw that Marca didn't answer.

He felt that Marca had always been his good friend, just like Harry - even before he knew Harry. But now, he refused to tell himself a small answer. He knew who Nicole LeMay was!

Of course, Ron is just a little unhappy. After all, friends are still friends, and Marca always shows him his homework when he needs it.

"Well... I'm going to the library." Hermione saw Ron leading Harry to the door, looking at her now!

"It's all right, go!" Marca smiled. He didn't have time to pay attention to Ron's childishness. Anyway, he would definitely come and ask him to borrow his magic history paper in two days.

He waved to Hermione, but his mind had flown elsewhere.

Yes, Nicole LeMay. As early as that night, Marca had checked the relevant information of the great alchemist after she met Luwei, a three headed dog. What made him hesitant was that he was not sure whether he wanted to ask Dumbledore to introduce himself to the legend.

You know, before long, the only magic stone in the world that can give people eternal life will be destroyed.

But not to mention whether Dumbledore would agree to his request. The point is, even if he successfully met Nicole LeMay, what should he do next?

Do you want to tell LeMay - Oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes. You know, you can't use those about the Sorcerer's stone anyway!

In fact, Maka felt that he couldn't understand alchemy even if it was put in front of him? He doesn't have a clue.

After pondering, he finally gave up - Dumbledore didn't intend to use the magic stone to renew his life. Obviously, there must be some reason. He and LeMay have been good friends for a long time.

After rejecting this tempting plan again, makaso left here and went to the responsive house. He wanted to make some preparations for this year's Christmas.

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The expected Christmas holiday finally came. Many students chose to go home for Christmas. Some families even planned a Christmas short-term family travel party long ago. For wizards, traveling is as simple and convenient as going to work every day. Nearly three weeks of Christmas holiday can hardly be used up!

On the way to Hogwarts Express, everyone laughed and discussed. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to this Christmas.

Maka still carried his light suitcase, let the owl MafA stand on his shoulder and secretly left the platform of Hogwarts Express train - he had to go to Hogsmeade first, deliver the recently prepared medicine in person, and calculate the income so far.

Xianyin medicine is very popular. Each batch of medicine will be sold out in a very short time. Although this makes people happy, the serious shortage of production has gradually emerged.

In fact, there is no way. The profits from preparing simple magic drugs are usually very transparent. In the magic world with weak human resources, what you earn more is always high-quality products.

"Those magic medicine chains that make money by making small profits and quick turnover are supported by domestic elves!"

When Maka and his partner Mr. Tyrande talked about this, the other party clearly told him the news.

"Behind those chain stores, there is usually one or even several pure blood wizard families, which are the industries of dignitaries."

"Well, my dear Mr. Tyrande, wish us good business again!" Marca smiled. "I should go - do you mind if I use your fireplace?"

"Oh - of course not, cough... Don't mind, please feel free to use it." Tyrande seemed to smile on his bandaged face.

God knows whether he smiles or not. It can only be guessed. He can't see it anyway.

"Lovegood's house" "boom!"

"Oh - cough cough - May and Merlin are on!" Tyrande trembled with fear at the high green flame in the fireplace. "How did he do it? Cough --

He is not the first person to be frightened by the vision generated by Maka's use of flyer powder, and he will certainly not be the last. The poor guy, he has a greater sense of awe for the mysterious Maka.

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