"... McLean? Haven't seen you knock on the doorbell before, find a difference?" Sirius looked at Maca standing outside the door, unhappy.

Today's weather is actually quite good. The bright sun shines on the ground and radiates the summer heat.

But probably because of a gust of wind from time to time, when it comes to the heat, it is far less boring than it was a few days ago.

The streets were still empty, and the plaza not far away was still a depression, which made people feel sorry for this forgotten neighborhood.

"That's why I want to give it a try," Maca smiled indifferently. "You can't repeat the same life all the time, don't you?"

"I think you're looking for a difference!" Sirius said angrily and turned to walk inside.

Maca took a deep breath, and then followed in calmly, bringing the door in hand.

"I'll go back to the study first. There's something wrong today. Don't wait for me for dinner."

Having said that, he did not wait for Sirius to respond, and turned a corner in front of the meeting room door, and went to the stairs.

However, as soon as he stepped up the steps, he heard a slight rush of footsteps behind him.

"Maca!"

He turned back and looked at Hermione in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You told me before-the practice of the Silent Mantra has nothing to do with the syllable of the mantra, is it?" Hermione ran over with a note in her left hand and a quill in her right hand.

"Yeah!" Maca nodded slightly. "As long as you strengthen your understanding of the curse and keep in mind the technique of meditation, will you succeed sooner or later ... Are there any other questions?"

"Uh ..." Hermione froze for a moment, then thought again, "seems like ... gone."

"That's good, keep working hard!"

Maca smiled again, then turned around and went upstairs again.

Hermione looked at the back of Maca's departure, and an inexplicable doubt appeared on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question while doing a test paper. Although the problem is very similar to an example problem that has been done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

In a puzzled mood, Hermione walked back slowly.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked subconsciously, seeing Hermione's confused expression in the meeting room.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione shook her head and set the matter aside. "Let's continue studying! We need to increase our strength as soon as possible and help the Phoenix Society members earlier!"

"Also pay attention to rest, don't have days and nights like McLean, you should enjoy it as a student!" Lu Ping smiled mildly. "We are here too."

...

On the stairs, Maca walked on a steady foot, and soon came to the door of the study. He turned the doorknob slightly and opened the study door.

"Yo! You **** Maca, you are back!"

On the sofa in the study, Leni shrank into the pile of books, and flipped over a book "Singing Contradictions." When Marka came in, she waved at him lazily.

In the study, it ’s not much different from Maca ’s departure. At least, Lenny usually did n’t dare to flip around here. She only saw the “Singing Contradictions” in the pile of books in the corner.

As always, the curtains covered the fiery sunlight outside, and no light could penetrate.

In the study room, only the magic lamp emits a soft light, there is no temperature, only light, and it cannot give people a "natural" feeling.

"Well," Marka responded softly, and then continued, "Lenny, you go out first! I have something to do ..."

"Huh?" Lenier pursed her lips, reluctantly, "Lenie hasn't finished reading it yet! This magazine is so interesting-why don't you show it to Lenier earlier! Mix Maca!"

"Hurry out," Maca frowned, "or do you want to stay and help me feed Xiao Qi?"

"Just don't do it!" When Laini heard it, she immediately jumped up from the sofa, and the lazy look suddenly disappeared. "Laini is out! Huh!"

Watching Lei Ni bounce out of the study, Maca closed the door with her hand, and then took out her magic wand and gently clicked on the door handle, only to hold the door with a slight tired expression.

Immediately after, his breathing was no longer even and smooth, but he became slightly thicker.

He suffered only one injury from the end of the battle that he encountered at the Ministry of Magic today. Yes, with the exception of Voldemort's sneak attack, he defended with magic in time.

Even if it was the black fireball that was attacked by surprise, he also responded in a timely manner by virtue of the "gaze" effect, but in a hurry, he still suffered a serious injury.

Compared with the power of magic, human beings are vulnerable, and this has not changed since ancient times.

"It's no wonder there are so many wizards who try to transform the flesh and even the blood ..."

He sat down panting, and slowly took off the wizard robe that had been replaced in the Ministry, revealing the messy shirt covered with dust.

Of course, this is just a positive look.

At this time behind the maca, a hole the size of a washbasin completely made the shirt meaningless, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black pants with a strange dark red.

However, what was exposed through the hole in the shirt was not a flesh-wound wound-the trauma had almost healed under the effect of the potion.

On the back of Maca, a little skin can be seen between the remaining blood stains. But on those skins, a strange black color has replaced the normal flesh color, and exudes an ominous breath.

In other words, Maca suffered more than physical damage this time, and the magical damage it contained was even more disturbing.

"Voldemort really used his brain this time!" He whispered slightly ironically.

In fact, Voldemort's plan seemed not to be a big deal this time, but the effort involved was no less than those complicated plans.

After several confrontations, Voldemort also understood the excellence of Maca.

To put it bluntly, Maca's strength is not based solely on magic. His meticulous thinking and accurate judgment are the real difficulties.

Maca McLean was a real "smart guy"-so Voldemort thought.

But the more such people, the more they will unconsciously deepen their thinking when encountering unexpected situations, complicate simple things, and try to find the cause of the incident.

So Voldemort first stood at Maca's point of view and imagined what Maca would do next.

In the audio-visual conference, Maca has drawn a line between them, which makes them really stand on two opposite sides.

So, what will Maca do?

"He'll guess what I'll do next." — This is a summary of Voldemort's plans for Maca so far.

As a result, Voldemort immediately thought of his plan: he had planned to get his people into the Ministry of Magic and tried to get the prophecy ball with the prophecy that year.

Therefore, Voldemort made a very simple change and devised an ambush attack plan that was so simple that he felt "stupid".

Even if the plan required him to let go of the pride and dignity in his heart, now the pressure that Dumbledore's vein has brought on him prevents him from continuing his arrogance.

Repeatedly frustrated, even the Dark Lord, will start to reexamine himself.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the Black Dead to send Maca a "emergency situation"; then, while Maca was troubled by some "intent" that did not exist, he put down his self-esteem and proceeded. Sneak attack.

This is undoubtedly a despicable and stupid way, but it made Voldemort see the hope of victory for the first time-at least when the first attack was successful, he really thought so ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but realistic But told Voldemort that his judgment on Maca was fundamentally wrong.

Maca has been striving to improve his magical strength. He is essentially a person who considers power and wisdom at the same level.

In other words, from the moment Maca decided to become a wizard, he thought that the wisdom and power of the wizard was basically the same thing.

It was Dumbledore who gave him such judgment.

However, even though Voldemort's plan failed again, even Maca was almost thrown into the secret arch, but Maca was not happy.

Voldemort's current power comes from the monument of confusion, and this power is naturally not simple.

Maca already knows a little about the mystery of the Bewitching Stele, but it's only a small part at best. This time, he doesn't know much about the injury.

Through the perception of magic power, he was only aware of it for a while, and the magic power in his body was retarded by the residual black gas.

As for the physical exhaustion, it's just because the magic is overused today, which is secondary.

Sitting on the ground for a while, Maca stood up again, dragging her weak body behind the desk.

He needs to find a way to get rid of the black gas as soon as possible, at least he must first control the black gas.

The outside was still sunny, and the cicadas of summer had subsided slightly, but the summer heat had not completely dissipated.

Originally, Maca would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer-he was this kind of person, but now, he has no heart to enjoy what life.

"It's really a terrible summer vacation," Maca muttered as she looked at her notebook.