()"boom!"

The door of Blake's old house was pushed open with a violent force and slammed against the wall.

"Ah-which wild cub arrived? This is our Black family house. Do you want to demolish this place ..."

Sirius' mother shouted again.

Lu Pingren, who was discussing the recent cases in the meeting room, certainly heard it. They all left their seats with doubts and ran to the hall.

"Maca? You ... what's wrong with you? Okay ..."

When seeing Maca walking inwardly, Mrs. Weasley hurriedly greeted her, reaching out and supporting Maca's arm.

"Well ... it's okay, leave me alone."

With a weak hand, Maca pushed Mrs. Weasley away, and then she reached for another move. Two stiff human figures suddenly appeared behind him, and fell to the floor of the hall.

"Lupin, step up to interrogation ... they are the wizards responsible for distributing that potion ..."

"Hey ... hey! Don't you ..." Lupin didn't move, he just stared at Maca's low face seriously. "Did you drink that potion yourself?"

"It's so annoying ... stop talking nonsense, and take it for questioning."

Maca shook her head, trying to make herself more awake, but almost fell because her vision was shaking again. Mrs. Weasley was busy supporting him again.

"Answer me!" Lupin still didn't move, but the stubble-faced face became more determined. "Did you drink the potion yourself? Can only people who have drunk find the right place?"

"Ah ... yeah, that's right ... that's it." Marka couldn't help him, and had to answer irritably.

"Why not let someone else do it? Or, just go find a victim ..." It seemed a bit wrong, Lupin paused, but continued, "Otherwise, let Kingsley lead the way. Is it true that I would be willing to do so if he did! "

"Impossible ..." Maca closed her eyes slowly and said dryly, "I must do this myself ... otherwise ..."

"What the **** is going on? Marka, why are you doing this?" Mrs. Weasley asked excitedly.

"For what ...?" Maca said dreamily, "For what? Probably ... I think it's my responsibility in this matter ..."

"Responsibility?" Of course Lupin couldn't understand, and the answer was not enough for him to accept, "No matter what it is, even for everyone, you shouldn't do it!"

"You know, for the current Order of the Phoenix, you, Marka McLean, are very important! You should not be so reckless!"

Having said that, Lupin paused.

"I said, this is nothing like you?"

When Maca heard the words, she shook her head slightly, her expression seemed a little lonely.

"Ah, you know what?" He said leisurely, "the sorting hat is really amazing! You can see through the nature of a person ..."

"What?" Lupin cast a doubtful look on him subconsciously.

"I mean, I don't have the courage of Gryffindor." Maca chuckled, "Well ... Actually, I'm scared! I'm afraid of losing important people, so scared that I want to hide and cry; Scared ... want to make any friends. "

"Only then can I be this 'Maka McLean' and I can face the world sensibly."

"But since I started at Hogwarts, I have respectable people and friends I want to associate with ... I have a girl I really like ..."

"So, I, coward, are getting scared."

Hearing such a word from Maca's mouth, everyone in the audience had the feeling of knowing him for the first time.

To be honest, in the past, the impression that Maca brought to the people around it was nothing more than a "magical genius", "more like an adult than an adult", or even "heir of Dumbledore".

But that was just a series of affirmations of his ability.

However, most people do n’t know much about “Maka McLean”.

It was only when he first heard his voice that everyone felt it. No matter how strong and genius he is, he is still just an ordinary person who has troubles, weaknesses, and even fears.

"Haha ..." Lupin laughed coldly. "Hey, I said ... is that little girl in Lovegood's house?"

"what?"

Maca, leaning on Mrs. Weasley, lifted her head.

"I mean, is the girl you really like, the little girl in Lovegood?" Lupin repeated with a smile.

"Hmm ..." Maca waved her hands. "Yeah, shouldn't anyone know about this?"

"That girl is nice and weird," Mrs. Weasley said with amusement.

"Oh, I feel the same way--" Lu Ping said halfway, suddenly his face changed. "Hey! Is it that she was so involved this time, was she involved in this case?"

"No, no," Maca said weakly, "not Luna, but a friend of mine-one of my most important friends!"

"That is……"

"Lupin, don't ask ... you take them down for interrogation, I'll take care of them ... you know."

Marka interrupted Lupin's questioning firmly, then waved to Leni and Lena, who were standing aside.

"Mrs. Weasley, can you help send a secret letter to Professor Snape? Thank you." He said, "I'm fine here, just let them help me up."

"Mr. McLean, please be careful."

Sister Rainie Lena left and right, helping Maca to the study.

Along the way, Lena was no different than in the past; but Lei Ni, who had always been non-stop, did not say a word, which was somewhat abnormal.

"Lenny, what's wrong?"

When Maca sat down on the sofa, he asked the little girl.

"Oh ... nothing, **** maca ..." Lenny turned away unnaturally, "that ... are you all right?"

"Rarely can you care about me," Maca smiled. "It's okay, you can go out first!"

"That one……"

"It's okay." Maca patted her head and repeated it seriously.

"Ok……"

Afterwards, Lenny took her sister's hand and hurriedly left the study.

The door was gently closed by Lena, and Maca took a deep breath immediately, then turned out a stack of records, and spread it out on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Is it a hallucinogenic potion ..." He glanced at the data while pondering, "No, rather than a potion, it is better to exert the effect of the" mysterious flower "as efficiently as possible. "

"In terms of the recipes tested, this intent is obvious ... and, in some paradoxical places, it's like mistakes made by students."

Thinking of this, he could not help but smile.

"Veli, she is really not good at potions ..."

But at that moment, he made a sudden tap.

"Well ... it was originally a moonstone powder used to reconcile emotions and keep people calm. It actually makes the composition of mysterious crystal flowers more adherent ... Is it a coincidence that happened because of mistakes? Willie is a blind cat Run into a dead mouse? "

He worked on the analysis of the potion in the study alone, trying to find an antidote that could clear the potion's effectiveness.

Although he forced himself to stay awake with a tenacious spirit and strong willpower, this state was not long after all.

And once you really sink into the hallucinations, it is difficult to wake up again.

More than thirty minutes later, the door of the study suddenly opened, and Snape strode in as usual.

"Are you a Frobber caterpillar? Actually go and drink that kind of thing yourself--" he said with a somber face, politely, "No, Frobber caterpillars are better than you, at least they can sleep besides eating. ... you kid, are you afraid to sleep now? "

Maca paused for a moment with the quill in his hand, and then looked up strenuously.

"Don't say that, the Frober caterpillar is great ..." He smiled weakly.

"There is still energy to waffle, and it seems to be at least a while ..."

Snape dragged the pile of materials on the sofa to the ground, then sat down, grabbed the stack of paper in front of Maca, and hurriedly looked.

After a while, when he saw the paper in his hands, his face was obviously worse.

"What the **** are these? Can this be called a" potion "? The guy who made this recipe is looking down on the potion?" He said awfully, "If this is a student in my potion class, zero Minute!"

"Ah, it's not easy at all, I still think I have worked very hard ..." Leaning on the sofa, Maca waved softly.

He didn't want to tell Snape that lightnovelpub.net ~ In fact, the creator of this potion is most likely a student in his class!

"This potion can have this effect. It's basically all mysterious crystal flowers, isn't it?" Snape threw the information in his hands in front of Maca. "As for the antidote, you should have no problem with your thinking ... ... "

He said, pulled another piece of manuscript paper, and picked up a quill to write and draw.

"I am responsible for the calculation of the chain reaction and the anti-magic formula. You continue to do your pharmacological backstepping ... hurry up! Your boy, are you running out of time?"

"It sounds like I'm going to die soon, but the flag () can't stand up ..."

While muttering lazily, Maca took another breath and leaned over to continue writing.

Suddenly, the study room was quiet again, only the sound of rustling on the paper surface with the tip of a quill, and the sound of a heavy breath from Maca.

Outside the window, the darkness grew thicker and thicker. It was a night without the moon and stars.