"... Mr. McLean, that's the case," said Celine. "To be honest, my mother just fainted for a while and soon woke up. So we didn't bother too much."

"But then, my mother's health became weaker and weaker ... we also went to St. Mungo many times to see it, but we couldn't find out why."

Maka nodded and suddenly asked, "So, is there nothing else in that swamp?"

Sailin shook her head and said, "No ... or, we didn't see anything. After all, the poisonous fog there was too thick, there was no way to go deep."

"Manchak Marsh ..." Maca pondered, "Ghost Marsh ... Voodoo ..."

A few words popped out of his mouth, and that was some information he knew.

But after a while, Maca shook her head after all.

"On the other side of the United States, you have to do some field inspections ... send your mother back to the bedroom first, and I think of a way ... at least you must first get those things attached to your soul down." Ma Ka said.

"... in your mother's state, that's a critical point, and it's absolutely impossible for us to come back from the United States."

This time the problem is really troublesome. As far as Maca is concerned, he is not sure that Celine's mother can fully recover.

The soul that has been swallowed can make those things spit out again?

看来 "It seems that I have to trouble Headmaster Dumbledore this time ..." Maca thought, frowning his frown.

To be honest, although it is all a matter of soul, the situation of Catherine's mother has nothing to do with his own emotional isolation. This matter can already be confirmed.

But judging from reason, it is a matter of course to stay away from this obvious trouble-in fact, Snape probably does.

He Ke has been negating this kind of judgment, trying to find his emotions, but has not chosen to avoid it.

He said, he is really interested in the stuff that can only eat the soul.

I came out of the "Snow Witch", and it was already snowing outside, and it looked like I couldn't stop for a while.

Maca tightened her robe tightly, staring at the snow and walking towards the secret road ...

Hogwarts Castle is still empty, and students are still enjoying a happy vacation, and it will be a while away.

But Dumbledore never had much time for vacation.

At this moment, he was still sorting out various materials in the principal's office, and by the way, he had to prepare the documents for the Ministry of Magic. To tell the truth, Dumbledore had a few days of real free time all year round.

When he was immersed in various matters, he seemed to notice something and suddenly looked up to look at the door.

At the same time, after a few regular knocks, a voice came in.

"... Professor Dumbledore, my name is Maca McLean, and some things need your help."

When I heard this voice, the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face seemed to stretch out.

He's been waiting, waiting for McLean's child to come to him for help, even if it's just a little help.

孩子 This child is really quite smart and very opinionated. Judging from his dealings with people, he doesn't seem to have to worry too much.

He is not like Tom Riddle, he is better than Tom, and he is more capable. But Dumbledore valued it, but his sincere heart, which he hid deeply.

As a wizard, a wizard who will eventually become stronger, this is especially important.

At the moment, McLean is on the same path that he once gave up. The road was too rough and difficult, and the burden to bear was pressed one after another, so that Dumbledore could not go on.

He was really worried about whether this child would be crushed or crushed, and he went the wrong way in confusion.

As a teacher who taught students like Voldemort, Dumbledore chose to wait this time.

He will no longer rashly encourage the students he values, but he will not interfere and force corrections. What he is doing is just trusting a smart boy and giving him pointers when he actively seeks help, and that's it.

"Come in," Dumbledore said in a loud voice.

The door opened automatically, and Maca walked in without hesitation.

教授 "Professor," said Maca, "you must have heard about the witch yesterday-"

Dumbledore nodded and motioned him to continue.

"When I went to visit her mother today, I noticed something strange." Maca continued. "At my judgment, St. Mungo's therapist misdiagnosed her mother's condition, so I personally made one for her an examination."

He aggravated his tone and said solemnly: "I found something strange in her mother's soul-it was a smoke-like thing, they were constantly eating and devouring the soul ..."

"And now, her mother's soul is incomplete."

When Dumbledore heard this, he could not help sulking his face.

He devours the soul, and everything that involves this situation is generally not a trivial matter.

Immediately after, Maca briefly talked about the Manchak Marsh, but Dumbledore immediately shook his head.

"I know that place," he said calmly, "you can never go there unless you have to."

He said to him, "Make her mother here again ... or, do you want me to do something else?"

Maca shook her head and said, "No, it's just this thing, it's a little bit beyond my ability-for the soul, I just know some fur."

"For the time being, there is no way to start, and her mother can't wait."

Dumbledore stared at Maca for a moment, before he said, "That's it, McLean, bring her to me."

After Makassar passed, he hurried away again.

"The mind is firm and the goal is clear ..." Dumbledore looked at the closed door and nodded secretly, "I lost my feelings, but I was not immersed in this efficient and clear mind, and still affirmed the past. That one ... this is the most precious thing. "

Uh ...

After New Year's Day, everyone went back to school, and Moban unexpectedly returned to Ron's bed, which pleased him a little bit--but it looked even more listless.

The next day, the school begins.

It was the coldest January morning to stay on the playground for two hours, which was the last thing everyone wanted to do; but Hagrid ignited a large fire, all of which were fire monsters, for everyone to enjoy, and the students went to The lesson was unusually good—they collected dead branches and leaves to keep the fire alive, and the lizards who loved the flames leaped on the burnt, reddish wood.

的 The first divination class in the new semester is much worse.

Professor Terry Lowney now teaches palmistry, and she missed the opportunity to tell Harry that the lifeline on his hands was the shortest she had ever seen.

Soon, the morning class is over.

"He is still sick, isn't he?" Ron was talking about Professor Lu Ping in the last class in the morning.

They are walking in the corridor and going to lunch.

"What do you think of him?" Ron said curiously.

At this moment, a loud and impatient "beep" came from behind them. It was Hermione, who had been sitting under a set of armor, sorting her schoolbag. There are too many books to pack together.

"What do you say to us?" Ron asked her impatiently.

"That's the car horn ..." Harry explained, afraid Ron wouldn't understand.

"Nothing," Hermione said proudly, and put the bag back on her shoulder.

"No, there's something." Ron said, "I just said I didn't know what was wrong with Lupin, you just—"

啊 "Ah, isn't that obvious?" Hermione said, with a sense of superiority that made her mad.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't say it!" Ron exclaimed.

"Okay," Hermione said arrogantly, and then left.

"She doesn't know," Ron said, staring angrily at Hermione. "She just wants us to talk to her again."

Harry shrugged and said, "You should be more polite. Didn't Hermione specifically bring Professor McGonagall for the spot ... although the spot was gone ..."

"Yeah, yeah," Ron sighed ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Well, I think I should ... But I couldn't help seeing her look! "

"She also resisted telling Professor McGonagall about the fire and crossbow, you can bear it!" Harry was really in a good mood now, and he would ride the best broom to ride the field!

And recently, his patron saint has become more and more proficient, which is also an exciting thing.

"Let's continue to talk about Professor Lupin ..."

One week after the start of the semester, Ravenclaw and Slytherin played one match.

Slytherin won, but the score was close.

According to Wood, this is good news for the Gryffindor team. Because if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw, it would still be second.

Therefore, Wood has increased the training time to every Friday-which means that Harry only has two nights a week to do his homework.

Even so, Harry didn't look as tired as Hermione.

Hermione chose too many courses, and the burden of the course finally appeared on her.

Every night, Hermione is bound to appear in the corner of the common room, with textbooks spread out on the tables in front of her: arithmetic charts, various magic dictionaries, Muggle lifting diagrams, and various ranges Extensive notes ... She rarely talks to others, and if someone disturbs her, she will be nasty when she talks.

"How did she cope?"

One night Ron muttered to Harry, at which point Harry was about to finish a dissertation on Snape's various undetectable poisons.

Harry looked up, Hermione was sitting behind a pile of crumbling books, and everyone was almost invisible.

"She looks like Maca recently ..." Harry said, "Hmm ... what should I do?"