A night tour of Hogwarts Castle is a regular evening show for the Little Lion Trio. In the case of a live point map that clearly marks everyone's name and course of action, the professor or Filch who avoids night inspections is actually not difficult.

Even if one of them was still lying in the ward, the other two were still slack. That night, Harry and Hermione set off from the Gryffindor common room.

They first went to the school hospital secretly. After visiting Ron and Helen who had not yet recovered, they went to the office of the professor of ancient runes at Maca.

On the way, they carefully chose a different route from Filch, and avoided the Pippi, who was a prankster at night, in a timely manner, and it was smooth and smooth along the way.

When they both came to the door of the office, Maca, who had buried herself behind a pile of information files, looked up, waved at the door, and opened it before Harry raised his hand and knocked.

"Oh--"

Harry, who wanted to knock on the door slightly, whispered a little, and looked subconsciously into the office, but didn't find Maca in the first place.

"I know it's you ..." Maca's voice rang from the pile of books and materials on the desk. "Come in now!"

This office is still a typical “maka style”. At first glance, the books are parchment papers, and some are bundled, while others are just piled up in a random pile. Apart from the increase in numbers, there hasn't been much change here since the beginning.

However, there is still a path for people to walk from the doorway to the space in front of the desk. Otherwise, it would be impossible to go to the front of Maca without ordering something.

"... Uh, is it okay to light the fireplace?"

Walking across the path between the paper mountains and the sea, Harry saw the burning fireplace on one side, and the tongue inside was almost licking to the pile of parchment paper by the fireplace.

"No problem," Maca said casually. "Of course I did a good job of fire protection-come here! Go to the desk and turn right!"

Harry and Hermione walked inside, and after passing a backrest chair, they saw a maca sitting in an office chair with a thick notebook in their hands.

"Huh?" Feeling like they weren't moving, Maca turned her head and said, "Ah, sorry--"

He picked up the staff leaning against the table and nodded towards the two large parchments of parchment next to him. In just a moment, the two piles of paper were immediately distorted and transformed into two upholstered chairs.

"I don't think you need the back of a chair—" he smiled. "You can lean on the pile of books behind you ... well, see how cold you are, would you like a cup of hot cocoa?"

"No, no need ..." Hermione, who had just sat down with Harry, immediately evaded, "It looks like you're still busy, and we won't delay you for too long."

"It's okay, I don't think I've ever been busy, so it doesn't matter!"

Maca waved his staff towards the distant fireplace, and the tea kettle next to the fire in the fireplace suddenly leaped high and floated in front of him with two ordinary cups.

After pouring the brown liquid from the pot into the cup, the tea kettle flew back to the iron stand in front of the fireplace.

"Tell me! What's the matter of coming to me so late?" Maca asked softly as he floated the two steaming cups in front of Harry and Hermione. "Isn't there in the hallway of the castle?" Point at the fireplace, it's strangely cold outside. "

"Because Professor McGonagall ..."

Hermione picked up the cup of hot cocoa in front of her and sipped it a little, and then a warm fragrance wrapped in mellow fragrance spread in her mouth and went down the throat to her belly.

"Oh-this tastes so good! Well, I mean ... Professor McGonagall didn't let us visit Ron, so we had to go at night."

"Maca, what did you put in the hot cocoa? How is it different from what I've had before?" Harry said curiously.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Maca glanced at him and smiled, making Harry goosebumps behind him. "Did you ever go? I mean the ward of the school hospital."

"Yes," Hermione looked at the hot drink in the cup, and replied in her mouth, "I hope Ron and Helen get better soon ..."

"Maca, I still have a question for you ..." Harry seemed to have quickly given up on the secret formula of the things in the cup. "How is Sirius? You look good, it must be Already found him? "

"Yes, that's right." Maca turned the book over a page and said while looking at it. "He is still in the American magic world. This time he was injured and needs some time to rest. restore."

"So ... isn't it dangerous?" Harry asked quickly.

"Of course, I have already treated him, and you must be a healthy godfather before Christmas." Maca smiled, "Well, but the premise is-he should not rush out and run blind himself Just walk. "

"I'm afraid it's difficult ..." Harry said, worried, "Sirius has never stopped moving forward."

"Hmm ..." Maca shrugged. "It used to be like this, but this time I'm not sure."

When he said this, the two sisters flashed involuntarily, and he shook his head with a smile.

Sirius and Harry's father, James Potter, are friends of the same age, but now that Harry is so big, Sirius is still with his hands as companions, which is not a good thing to praise.

"Look again at Dumbledore and Greenward! Could it be said that as a wizard, the stronger the magic, the easier it is ..."

The more you think about this question, the more information you will find. Macadam will choke this idea to the bottom of his heart, so that he wo n’t be unlucky.

"... Maca, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked strangely, seeing him muttering secretly.

"Huh? No, it's nothing--" Maca shook his head again and again. "Ahem, by the way, we'll go to Hagrid tomorrow evening. We have to go to a special funeral."

"The funeral?" Harry was shocked. "Who died? People we all know?"

"Well ... it's not 'people', exactly." Maca said with a little emotion, "you will know when you go."

"Can't you say it now?" Harry felt uneasy when he heard death again.

"It's not impossible to say, but ..." Maca thought for a while, "I remember you guys haven't seen it, but it has a fate with you ..."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

Maca glanced back and forth between the two of them, and could not help feeling a little regretful for the lingering past.

In the back room event of that year, Maca put herself in the shadow and guided the incident with her own strength. In order to be safe, to avoid risks, and to get the deviated road back on track, he had skipped some unstable processes in the middle.

Therefore, the little lion trio who should have known Alagok has never seen it until now.

But Maca, although regretful now, did not regret it. Harry, they wouldn't have any good things just because they met with Alagok. Things that have already passed will let it drift away with the wind.

"In short," Maca said, earnestly, "It's called" Aragog ", an eight-eyed giant spider raised by Hagrid. Some time ago, it and its children were seduced by Voldemort. Before the spider attacks like today. "

"Is it a big spider?" Hermione said incredulously, "I thought Hagrid was dangerous enough to raise a fire dragon. He even had a big spider? And he gave birth to such a large number of children and grandchildren? "

"Aragog ..." Maca sighed. "Actually a good guy."

He said, looking down again at the book in his hand, and turned a page again.

"... Maca, you've been reading this book since just now," Hermione glanced over and said, "What's the subject here?"

"This is a less common ancient language ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It's not the same as it is now," Maca explained casually. "In order to strengthen Hogwarts' defense, I'm making some preparations. . "

"Is it another ancient rune?" Hermione heard that, even though she looked like a hunter.

"No, it's not a magic text, it's just pure language." Maca said quietly. "It turns out that learning a foreign language is very important!"

"Foreign language?" Harry wondered, "What does this have to do with strengthening your defense? What foreign wizard do you want to hire to help us guard Hogwarts?"

"Almost!" Maca replied with a smile.

After that, the three chatted for a while. Finally, under Hermione's reminder, Harry proposed to Maca a plan to start the Black Magic Defense Study Group, and Maca agreed on the spot.

So, tomorrow evening, after attending the funeral from Hagrid, they were booked together.

After Maca watched Harry and Hermione leave his office, he sat back in his chair again, but thought about some of the topic of chat just now.

"... Helen Schoen." Marka chewed the name lightly, and muttered quietly.

As far as Shicai Hermione mentioned the girl's childhood, she had a pretty good opinion of the girl. According to the behaviors described in her mouth, it was indeed a cute little girl who knew a lot about scoring.

For example, when Hermione made it difficult for her to join the defensive study group, she immediately and "sensibly" took a step back.

In Maca's view, such an overly knowledgeable move would have had such a deliberate taste.

"Anyway, she's still unconscious on the bed, so let's look at it for a while!" Thought Marca.