If anyone could let Hermione still have a grudge in her heart to completely empty her unhappiness, it would be no doubt Maca.

This time, both the editor of The Daily Prophet and the gossip writer of Rita Skeeter, have left all previous remarks on Hogwarts and Dumbledore completely aside.

Today's front page headline is an extremely exaggerated full-page promotional advertisement!

"1995 Personal Audiovisual Show of the Mysterious Movie Emperor of the British Magic World!"

"Peak in July, King of Heaven reappears!"

"The first audio-visual feast in the history of magic, an unprecedented carnival dedicated to you!"

"Use my charm (charm) ① to lock your heart!"

Behind the sentence, which is constantly jittering and jumping, is a magic photo occupying the entire first edition. It is amazing that in this huge and even costly huge photo, there is only a mysterious back wearing a hooded cape.

The black cloak hunted and danced in the wind, matching the surrounding ruins of the battlefield, it looked really cool!

And at the bottom of this page, there is a line that is not very conspicuous, but it is not so easy to miss:

"This concert, provided by Mr. Maca McLean, provides exclusive technical and financial support. Lock your heart and lock in the second grand promotion of this newspaper on June 23."

"What's wrong?" Harry and Ron asked Hermione staring at the squirting pumpkin juice.

"... see for yourself."

Hermione pulled out her wand to clear the pumpkin juice from the newspaper, and passed it to Harry, who was sitting opposite her.

Harry reached out to take it, and was immediately stunned by this extremely rare oversized advertisement, but when he looked a few more times, he didn't seem to have anything to make Hermione spray pumpkin juice.

Ron was next to Harry, glancing at the newspaper with a dumb look.

"Below, look at the bottom!" Hermione was wiping her mouth. She saw Harry and Ron both bewildered, and immediately waved.

"Uh ... Ma Ke Ke Ke ..."

Ron was clearly stung by his saliva.

In Hogwarts, many students have the habit of ordering and reading newspapers. After all, in the magic world, there are too few entertainment activities, so newspapers and magazines have become one of the preferred ways of entertainment and relaxation. .

It didn't take long for some attentive students to spread the news. There was a lot of buzz in the auditorium for a while, and everyone started talking to each other.

"What is Maca doing?" Harry asked blankly.

"Who knows?" Hermione flattened her lips. "I guess he's planning something messy again!"

"I dare say, no matter what Maca is planning, this concert will definitely be exciting!" Ron eagerly said, "In July, we are already on holiday ... I think we can go together!"

"I don't think that's a good idea ..." Hermione muttered softly.

In fact, many students have similar ideas to Ron. This is a rare large entertainment and it sounds quite new!

What is "The Emperor"? It sounds like a person, but who is the handsome “mysterious film emperor” with the back?

It is not a small figure to publish a full-page advertisement on the influential "Predictor Daily" first page.

What's more, Maca's personal assets are actually a bit stretched, and he certainly can't afford that much money.

But he couldn't take it out by himself, but some people were running out of flowers!

For Maca, this is a typical empty-glove white wolf financing method.

With this little money, the Witt family didn't even blink their eyes-for them, as long as the "magic stone" can get it, isn't it a bit like playing with some gold coins?

Compared with the previously abandoned plan, his plan this time is much more cautious, and the scope of consideration is much larger.

"What is this guy doing?"

On the teacher's seat, Mad-Eye Moody looked at Dumbledore with a smile on his face, and took a look. It is indeed an experienced old Auror, and he soon noticed the name of Maca at the bottom.

"No matter what he wants to do, at least it must be a stable activity." Dumbledore smiled. "Unfortunately, I don't think I can go to the scene to take a look ..."

As Dumbledore said, there are frequent piecemeal cases, and the minds of the British magic world are already a little unstable. At this time, as long as the event can be successfully completed, it will surely make most wizards relax and become tight.

According to Dumbledore's speculation, Macaldo is taking advantage of this opportunity to gather people's hearts. If he goes, it will definitely affect the success of his successor.

However, how could Maca leave such a powerful labor force aside?

This propaganda was enthusiastically spread in Hogwarts and even the British magic world, and everyone talked about this rare and mysterious activity.

But the initiator of this event, at the moment, locked himself in a room where there was a request.

This plan is equivalent to placing a time limit on himself. During this time, he must continue to study the rule runes in depth. He already has a preliminary concept of the so-called "power of rules". Already.

Rule runes can be roughly divided into three levels, and what Maca can currently try to understand is the largest number of first-level rule runes.

The first-level rule runes are material rules, which contain the rules of various material movements and rules of the basic structure of materials. Maca's most skilled "cooling runes" is one of them.

But even if he can study and understand slowly, the time it takes to first understand the first-level rule runes will be calculated in years, which is obviously not something that can be used for a while.

Therefore, what Maca needs to do now is to selectively master one or two of them and get close to the state of complete mastery.

At that time, the power displayed in conjunction with the rule runes can be called "the power of the first-level rule".

In this way, Maca is in a state of devoting herself to research, and returns to the daily routine of schooling in Hogwarts.

Of course, it was impossible to attend the class, and that part of his time was also included in the research period, leaving only a small part to maintain the understanding of the external situation.

During this time, Luna was the only one who could see him or even accompany him every day.

However, please don't think that only Maca will work so hard for research.

...

"Miss Blois, they have just eaten their stomachs and are sleeping ... please don't poke them with branches ... oh! It doesn't seem to be the head, the head is on the other side--"

Behind Hagrid's hunting hut, there were several wooden shelves, each with a large flat basket.

Those shallow flat-bottomed baskets were lined with a layer of soft and tender lettuce leaves, and the plump, plump bugs were lying there lazily, seemingly sleeping.

Willie was squatting beside the wooden shelves, and gently rubbed her head with a turquoise branch, but it was inevitable that there were mistakes, didn't she?

"Saliva, thickener," Velly said concisely.

The tall Hagrid was squatting next to her, frowning, telling her that she should come again later. But he found that he seemed totally unable to communicate with the little girl.

A fat bug in the basket seemed to be slightly uncomfortable by Willie, twisted her body and changed her posture, and then went to sleep.

In fact, Willie had been dealing with Hagrid for some time, since she wanted Hagrid to help her raise such a group of Frobe caterpillars.

But where did Hagrid know, Willie seemed very concerned about these baby bugs.

Since that day, she has come here every day to squat, and from time to time she has to scoop up one by one with branches, no matter what Hagrid says.

What's more frightening to Hagrid is that although this little girl looks cute, she has no expression at all.

Just looking at her holding a tree branch ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ with expressionless expressions, the scene was uncomfortable.

Just like today, Willie was very obsessed with finishing them one by one, and then she stood up, turned quietly, and left, leaving only Hagrid, who could not be "used to", squatting blankly and watching her Leave.

"... Is this fun?"

Hagrid picked up the branch hesitantly, and couldn't help but reached into the basket and stumbled.

"Oh, sorry……"

His hands quickly flinched, because he found that he seemed to be on the wrong side too.

"Damn, these little guys' heads and P shares are too hard to tell!" Hagrid said angrily.

On the other side, after the class, Willie ran to the observatory and started a new round of potion practice. No one knows what she's doing, but at least she seems to live a full life every day.

"……that's it?"

Willie tapped the crucible with her wand, looked at the orange liquid inside, hesitated to herself.

But after a while, she still shook her head and cleared all the medicine in the pot.

"Effective, not enough."

She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and wrote down a few lines of matching data and results in her notebook.

If anyone could take a closer look, she would find that the thick note she had laid on the ground was more than half full.

And most of them are "red crosses" one after another.

Velly is really not very good at potions, but that doesn't seem to affect her obsession with research among her opponents. Even if she failed again and again, she never thought about giving up.

In silence, she put down the quill in her hand and started a new matching attempt.