"In the beginning, something must have been buried at the bottom of the pit-I even saw the round prints that were pressed out of the dirt. And that thing had obviously disappeared with Maca ..."

"Of course, the strange wizard I mentioned just disappeared."

In the reception room of Blake's old mansion, Lupin is telling the whole process and certain details he has observed for Flivi and Hagrid who have just arrived from Hogwarts.

It is worth mentioning that even Snape came here rare this time.

After listening to Lupin's statement at this time, Flitwick even asked:

"What you saw at that time was only a burst of gray light without any distortion of space. Are you sure?"

"Yes, that's it," Lu Pin shouted. "That's why I think it's not a magic item like a door key, but something that has other utility!" & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"Well ... the magic of gray ..."

With Lupin's affirmative answer, Flitwick suddenly mumbled and lost his thoughts. It wasn't long before he turned his head again and looked at Snape, who was silent.

Since arriving here, he has been sitting on the chair near the long table near the door, and seems to have no intention of joining the discussion.

Although a few people here already knew that he was such a temperament, but why are you here tonight?

Fortunately, Sirius, who is the least apt to deal with with Snape today, is not here-he and Kingsley and Tonks are taking advantage of the night and going outside to check out the situation around the location where Maca disappeared.

"Severus, do you have any opinion on this 'gray light'?"

"Unclear." & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Snape shook his head decisively, and closed his mouth immediately after speaking.

The little man Flitwick then turned around and spread his arms at Lu Ping, frankly:

"There are too few clues, and since they are related to Haierbo, they are mostly connected with ancient magic-I can only say that maybe they are related to soul or space, and I really don't know anything else."

"Ok!"

Lupin scratched his scalp and sighed with a frown.

But just then, Snape took the initiative to speak again--

"Don't worry so much," he said lightly. "Maca and Naherbo fought not once or twice. Even if they were caught off guard this time, they would not lose their lives ... the alchemy detection equipment Kingsley. Did they all take it? Is there anything? "& 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"No," Lupin replied.

"Is there more of the kind of" mimicry "that Maca used for guidance?" Snape asked.

"what!"

With Snape's reminder, Lupin's eyes lighted up, and an idea flashed in his mind.

Obviously, as long as the previous Maca process is not repeated again, no one will know if there will be new gains-maybe the translucent "balloon" will lead everyone to some clue. To go forward?

Only very quickly, there was a little helplessness in the expression on Lu Ping's face.

"Speaking of which, Maca did have a well-prepared idea at the time. So after he successfully cultivated one, it didn't end there ... Now the magic formation he left in the potion preparation room underground It is still running, and the second time should be almost the same. "& 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

At this point, he suddenly shrugged.

"But the question is, who can understand the magic formations that Maca has developed? Even if I know, what 'floating spirit' floats in the middle of that formation, I can't get it done Come out?"

Looking at Lupin's slightly relaxed expression, Flivi standing on the chair waved his hands immediately, sternly:

"Don't think about it that much, anyway, take us over and take a look!"

"... I won't go."

From the moment they talked about these things about magic theory, Hagrid honestly acted as an observant onlooker, and it wasn't until now that he knew how to intervene.

However, when Lupin, Flitwick, and Snape went to Macka's underground potion preparation room and looked at each other, the three of them couldn't help but feel that they came down and Hagrid. Big difference. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"Does this really extend from the discipline of" Ancient Magic Literature "?"

On the open space in the middle of the potion preparation room, a rune array is slowly exuding a faint blue light, and a large number of various symbols are floating in the ocean of light, one after another.

At the very center of those symbols, a large orb was stained with the same color as the surrounding light.

Snape could only twitch the corners of his mouth with a subtle expression on Frievey's feelings.

"I read the book compiled by Marka carefully," he said. "If you ask whether this is not in the category of magic literature, my answer is 'yes' ... but this is the same as in the past Hogwarts There is no relationship between the ancient magic literature courses, and I can only say that it is 'basically not much related.' "

"Oh?" Flitwick immediately turned his head. "So ... you understand this stuff?" & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"Well," Snape heard, smashing his tongue at the time, "Isn't there so many ancient runes in that book ... Is that the Phoenician? And what ... what ghost symbol? "

"Otherwise ... shall we go back up?" Lupin said weakly beside him.

But the next moment, Snape seemed to think something again, and his expression changed again. But he saw his eyebrows stretch suddenly, then frowned again.

Then he heard him chuckle:

"Just as we stay here, it's better to invite our 'Miss All-Practice'-maybe she can see something from it."

...

When Snape made a rare suggestion to find Hermione in the past, the latter didn't know that he was named by the old bat who had always intentionally ignored himself. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

At this moment, she was on the bed in the bedroom, and she could see God in the bright moon outside the window.

This evening, by going to Professor McGonagall to ask questions, she inquired a little bit about the recent situation of Marka.

Of course, even the "question of Maca's situation" is actually an excuse. She just wanted to figure out some ideas from the other side of Professor McGonagall's expression and attitude.

"Professor McGonagall, I've been thinking, I don't know when I can help Maca-you know, he is always doing such difficult and dangerous things by himself, it is really too hard. "

I remember when I said that.

But after that, Professor McGonagall's response was nothing special at first glance. It's nothing more than telling yourself that as long as you continue to work hard and stick to your heart, you will be able to catch up with Maca. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Immediately after, the other side implicitly praised her for her previous performance in the London disaster.

But now lying in bed thinking quietly, Professor McGonagall's words seemed to contain some other emotions, as if ... a little regret for Maca.

"Yes, Maca is also a student of Professor McGonagall ... and he didn't even finish school in order for Hogwarts to survive the crisis ..."

This idea flowed gently in Hermione's heart. While resonating with Professor McGonagall's mood, the initial temptation finally had a result.

She understood that Professor McGonagall's kindness to the students would never make it easy for everyone to get involved in danger unless necessary. If she tries to find the other party for the possibility of leaving school, she will probably only receive a decisive rejection on the spot.

"Sure enough, I'll wait for tomorrow. Let's watch Neville go out and explore the situation! If there are no major problems, it would be better." & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

The worst plan is to sneak out of secret passages-with the current strength of everyone, it must be more or less helpful, isn't it?

Pouting, Hermione closed her eyes and finally was ready to fall asleep.

But after more than ten minutes, before she could actually fall asleep, the door of the bedroom was suddenly opened silently.

"Miss Granger? Awake, please—"

"Well?"

Hermione opened her eyes again, and then she saw the moonlight coming in from the window. Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a robe, appeared by her bedside.

"Oh! Mai--" "Shh."

McGonagall raised his finger and motioned Hermione to stop talking, so as not to wake other students in the same bedroom. She then made Hermione get dressed and went to the public lounge outside to find her. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Hermione hurriedly put on her clothes with a lot of doubts, no matter how long her mess had been, she picked up her wand and walked outside the door.

"Professor McGonagall, are you looking for me so late?"

Scratching two heads indiscriminately, Hermione asked softly.

McGonagall still seemed a little hesitant, but after a little groaning, he said:

"That's it ... I must tell you first, Maca will definitely be fine, so don't worry about what you hear next."

"'Maca will be fine'? What do you mean?"

"Don't worry," McGonagall quickly reached out his hand, and gently placed it on Hermione's slightly thin shoulder. "In fact, Maca suddenly disappeared in one place yesterday afternoon ..."

With the explanation of Professor McGonagall ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Hermione finally understood what was born, and what kind of news the owl in the metamorphosis class brought at the time.

Later, she learned about Snape's proposal over Black's old house.

At the end, McGonagall continued:

"Professor Flitwick is waiting for you in the lobby now, and you can come and see him ... Miss Granger, I know you have been working hard, and have achieved a lot of results ... I'm proud of you!"

"But remember, you have to be careful. Don't risk doing things that you can do, you see?"

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