Chapter 125 Enlightenment from the Moon
Everyone has a funny dream in their childhood.
Some children will want to be a scientist, some children may choose the police, and some children even hope that they will become a wizard with powerful magic power in the future.
He really can't remember Maca's dream when he was a child, but he can be sure that he will never...
Never wish to be a bird!
...What kind of bird thing is this? Maca couldn't help complaining, but when the words came out of his mouth, they turned into a few soft low chirps.
Yes, Maca never expected that his Animagus form was actually a bird—and it was a blue hermit hummingbird with bright fur!
Forget about fighting power—how can a hummingbird barely 2 inches long have any fighting power? It's just that he can't even stand firmly at the moment, and if he doesn't practice well, he won't even have the ability to fly.
Maca struggled to master the balance, but this required the cooperation of the head and the tail, which could not be accomplished in a short while.
Of course, what's worse is that he has consumed too much mana, at least he can't change back in a short time.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared for this.
Since it's okay to be idle, let's take two steps first... Maca yelled Jiu Jiu Jiu.
Speaking of which, when was the last time you learned to walk?
He staggered while walking, and fell down from time to time, and he looked cute in that small appearance.
However, the sins I committed, I still have to pay for myself—Crookshanks, who was dozing off in the corner of the room, came over...
Night is the time when most felines are full of energy.
Crookshanks was a very clever cat, and he was probably the first creature other than Maca to recognize that Scabbers was not a real mouse.
And just now, it watched Maca's transformation process completely - it already understood that the delicious-looking snack in front of it was actually Maca himself.
Jiujiujiu... Maca turned around and happened to see Crookshanks who had quietly walked behind him.
It doesn't want to eat me, does it?
Crookshanks leaned up to sniff, then nudged again. Just when Maca felt relieved, Crookshanks enthusiastically swung a cat fist at him...
In the following time, Maca finally understood what is called true knowledge comes from practice.
Crookshanks seemed to want to play with him for a while, but when the size gap was too big, there would be accidents if he played like this!
Maca ran up in a daze, and Crookshanks was chasing after him, almost running a few steps before he would use the pads under his paws to snap him down.
After a long time, Maca discovered to his surprise that at least he would not lose his stability and fall down...
However, running alone is certainly not enough to escape Crookshanks' clutches, and after being fed up with the hell of having to touch the floor every few steps, he decided to try flying.
It can be said that Maca riding on a broomstick must be at the level of a king, but if it relies on its own wings to fly, it can only be at the level of plastic.
When he flapped his wings several times, but was rubbed against the floor by Crookshanks' big hairy face, he finally decided—let's run first and then talk!
Theoretically speaking, moving more muscles and bones is good for the body, but Maca is not sure whether exercising in the deformed state of the Animagus will have any effect.
Until Crookshanks got tired of playing, Maca was exhausted and turned into a dead bird.
Near dawn, Maca finally had enough magic power to return to human form.
He couldn't wait to transform back, and decided decisively——if it wasn't necessary, he would never use the unreliable spell of Animagus Transformation again.
Maca walked up to Crookshanks, picked it up, and stared at it for a while while walking out.
Finally, he muttered under his breath.
...I heard that cat meat is sour?
Crookshanks was haired all over by his stare, it struggled and jumped to the ground, and ran away without a trace.
Transforming for the first time was very exhausting, not to mention that he had been involuntarily exercising for most of the night, and he was really hungry right now.
During breakfast time, Maca uncharacteristically lay down on the dining table and munched, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the students around him.
When Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall, everyone's attention finally shifted away from Maca, and the Great Hall burst into applause.
Harry couldn't help smiling happily when he saw the people at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables applauding for them too.
And as they passed the long table in the Slytherin yard, the little snakes sitting at the table hissed loudly. Harry noticed that Malfoy seemed a little paler than usual.
Maca took time out of his busy schedule to glance at him, and nodded secretly—Lucius should have been warned.
After breakfast, everyone huddled together and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.
Well, Maca is not in it again.
Although I had the idea of giving up the transformation of Animagus before, it was just a thought. Every spell is worth studying. If it is used properly, it can be regarded as a backup method.
At least, with the advantage of its small size, its ability to escape in a complex environment is definitely good. In this regard, Peter Pettigrew is an immediate example.
While everyone was watching the game on the Quidditch pitch, Maca came to the Forbidden Forest alone, and after confirming that there was no one else here, he transformed again.
With the first time, the second time is relatively easy.
As his body squirmed, he quickly turned back into a little hummingbird.
Now that he has become a bird, he must at least become a bird that can fly, right? Maca kept flapping her wings on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, trying to find the feeling of flying.
The flying method of hummingbirds is very different from that of ordinary birds. Not to mention that Maca has not studied how other birds fly, even if he can guess some, it may not be useful.
But this is nothing more than fighting against the airflow!
As the frequency of flapping his wings accelerated, coupled with thinking about it from time to time, he quickly found some feelings.
Sure enough, without the interference of Crookshanks, solving problems with the brain is the most suitable learning method for Maca. It's a pity that it's unrealistic to learn how to fly all at once, and Maca can only learn to flutter a few more times in almost a morning.
When Maca arrived on the Quidditch pitch, he was just in time for the moment when Harry received the silver Quidditch cup.
Everyone gathered on the lawn of the Quidditch field, and the atmosphere was extremely warm among the crowds.
There was Percy, who was always bumbling, jumping up and down like a madman, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was crying harder than Wood, wiping away tears with a huge Gryffindor banner.
It was Ron and Hermione who were desperately pushing towards Harry, they were too excited to speak, they just smiled.
To be honest, this is a memorable day, because Gryffindor College finally won the Quidditch trophy again after many years.
Maca stood at the edge of the crowd, watching Harry and the others excited, but suddenly felt that something was missing in her heart.
What’s wrong with you?
Maca withdrew her gaze and looked around. It was Luna—she still looked a little dazed, but she also had a smile on her face.
Are you happy? Maca asked suddenly.
Luna blinked and nodded slightly.
Happy, everyone is happy, so am I. She tilted her head with a confused expression, as if she was confirming something, Aren't you happy?
Maca shook her head and said, I want to be happy too, I'm trying to find a way to make myself happy again—
Is there anything I can do to help? Luna still held Lamaka's hand without hesitation, with an innocent look on her face, as if she just cared about him.
Maca could feel the warmth from that palm, but he didn't know how to respond.
Maybe there is something I can help, Maca said quietly, I'm afraid, at least on this issue, I can't solve it by myself...
I only realized after I met you...sometimes, extraordinary wisdom may not be able to solve all problems. Luna turned her head, looked at the cheering crowd on the stage, and said softly, Learning to rely on others is also a very important thing. meaningful thing.
Maca also looked back there, and he nodded in agreement: Perhaps when the four founders of Hogwarts decided to get together to create the school, they thought so too!
Who knows? Luna looked forward in a trance, as if she was looking at her classmates, but also seemed to be looking at something else.
...
Winning the Quidditch trophy filled Harry with excitement that lasted at least a whole week.
As June progresses, the days become muggy and cloudless.
Everyone just wants to go for a walk outside, pop onto the grass with a couple of pints of iced pumpkin juice, maybe play a casual game of pebbles or watch a giant squid dreamily make its way across the lake.
But they can't do that because the exam is getting closer again.
Instead of lounging outside, the students had to stay inside the castle, forced their brains to work hard, tempted by the summer wind outside the windows.
The senior students are working tirelessly to get a better job in the near future, especially the seventh graders who are about to graduate.
Hey Maca, you must be good at exams, right?
One day at lunch time, the big beauty Charlotte suddenly smiled and came to Maca's side.
You know, the N.E.W.Ts are coming soon... I'm really stuck with it...
So you come to ask a junior who is only in the third grade? Maca took a bite of the apple pie, tilted her head and asked wonderingly.
