Chapter 56 The Waves in the Calm

This second experience was even more unreasonable than the first.

Perhaps it is because they have seen Maca's unwillingness to cooperate, or for other reasons, this time the action is much more restrictive.

Although he can take the initiative to carry out some activities at ordinary times, if he deviates from the mission goal, that invisible force of control will appear immediately. So more often, Maca can only be a spectator from the first-person VIP perspective.

This feeling is very strange, with a strong sense of violation.

He can clearly feel any behavior Alani does, any mental activity, and even the sensory experience brought about by every movement, but he can't make any intervention on it.

What's more worth mentioning is that, even from a rational point of view, two different people will have different judgment standards.

Only from a rational point of view? Maca was puzzled by his own thoughts.

Obviously, he felt abnormal—he never thinks about problems from a rational point of view, which is not in line with his behavior philosophy at all.

Watching the scenery in front of me has been changing, from riding on horseback to Bahata, the capital of the Seljuk dynasty, to the palace. It can be said that Alani's actions are simpler and more direct than his, but they are also faster and more concise.

When Alani disguised himself as a Sunni, pretended to speak up, and assassinated the target person in one fell swoop, a burst of mourning from the soul suddenly broke out.

Why— Maca thought for a while, and then immediately reacted.

It's that dagger...

He could feel that the mysterious dagger was tormenting the soul of the stabbed!

According to the magic book about souls in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library: torturing the souls of the same kind can gain powerful power, but it can also cause vibrations and even defects in one's own soul.

There are many black magics that have been handed down from ancient times that were created using this theoretical characteristic—for example, the long-lost method of making soul boxes.

Of course, there are also those who do the opposite, such as the legendary black wizard who referred to the theory of the soul box and invented the method of making the Horcrux—the despicable Hai Erbo.

Maca was thinking about it, but found that his entire field of vision had turned white.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had returned to that old and rough hall.

Welcome back, young candidate.

The light around her body was gradually fading. Maka looked at the woman with black hair and black eyes, and felt a similar aura from her for the first time.

Has she ever touched... that dagger?

Rowena—Mira? Maca asked.

The other party nodded slightly, and said calmly: Young candidate, this test may last for a long time, I hope you can pass it safely.

What is the goal of this test? Maca continued to ask.

But Royna Mira shook her head, did not answer his question, but continued on.

Remember, you must pass the test before you can proceed to the next step. Her expression was still calm, but the solemnity in her eyes became even more serious.

When you get the response from the bronze eagle, you will know everything, she said, I hope you won't follow in my footsteps...

Before the words fell, Maca just wanted to continue asking. But in an instant, the hall suddenly began to decay, and soon returned to its original appearance.

As for Royna Mira, she had completely disappeared.

...

Hogwarts life in the second year is actually no different from that in the first year. Of course, except for the addition of a peacock-like Lockhart among the professors.

If there is any difference, it can only be said to be the change of the Quidditch team.

First of all, Harry finally joined the Gryffindor team in the second year, and Ron was very excited about it; correspondingly, Malfoy also became the Seeker of the Slytherin team, and his father Lucius even funded a new batch of Nimbus 2001s, for which he gave Harry a good laugh.

But probably because he still had lingering fears about the lesson Maca taught him last semester, when Hermione sarcastically returned, he glared at Hermione angrily, opened his mouth a few times, but still chose to ignore it.

In addition, something big happened to the Hufflepuff house team. That is, Maca actually submitted an application for withdrawal from the team on his own initiative.

Although at the request of the members of the academy team and even Dean Sprout, Maca only got permission to withdraw temporarily, but this is still a big pity for Hufflepuff as a whole.

In fact, in addition to minimizing interference with the little lion trio's actions, he also needs a lot of time to study the knowledge and application of soul science.

If there is any clue at present, it is obviously about the mysterious power of the dagger.

Although I couldn't find any information about that thing no matter how I searched, I couldn't go wrong if I followed this clue.

I'm a Hufflepuff, and being more low-key is the way to go.

In the following days, except for class time, Maca spent the rest of the time in a corner of the library, exuding an aura of not getting close to strangers. More like a real Slytherin than a Hufflepuff.

And Hermione, who used to discuss with him often in the library, has always been afraid to approach him because of unknown factors in her heart.

This situation continued until October.

Recently, the damp and cold air has always spread in all directions, permeating the entire Hogwarts castle all the time.

There was a sudden flu epidemic among the teaching staff and students, which made Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, flustered. Her pick-me-up has an immediate effect, but those who drink it leave smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Ginny Weasley had been sick lately, and Percy had forced him to drink some pick-me-up. As a result, puffs of steam rose from under her brightly colored hair, and her whole head seemed to be on fire.

Harry, on the other hand, had been training on the Quidditch pitch all this time, and Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood was always enthusiastic no matter how hard it rained.

After all, the batch of Nimbus 2001 in Slytherin put a lot of pressure on the players.

In a blink of an eye, Halloween is coming...

Hermione didn't know why she didn't dare to go up and talk to him. As smart as she was, she couldn't tell what the reason was, she just felt that Maca seemed to have changed a bit.

Even Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, whom she admired so much, had been having a hard time distracting her at times these days.

What is... what's wrong with him? Hermione was sitting on the other side of the library, looking at Maca who was buried in writing, and hesitantly asked.

A few days ago, Harry was invited by the ghost of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick, to attend the ghosts' Deathday party, and she and Ron would also go.

In fact, she was looking forward to the itinerary of this evening party, after all, it was really strange, and living people were rarely invited.

She wanted to go over and ask Maca if she wanted to go with her.

Hermione hesitated on the seat for a long time, until it was almost evening, she clenched her fists and cheered herself up.

Um... Maca. Hermione said softly.

But Maca, who was buried in the information books, didn't even lift her head, as if she didn't hear it, and still focused on her own affairs.

Maca, said Hermione, raising her voice a little more, Nearly Headless Nick invited Harry to the Deathday Party, I thought...won't you come with me tomorrow night?

Maca still didn't answer, he continued to record some information in his notebook, but after waiting for a while, Hermione never left.

He felt that someone was looking at him from other places, and he thought it was not an option to keep ignoring him, so he shook his head slightly.

Seeing that Maca didn't even want to lift her head, Hermione was flustered.

……OK.

After a long time, she dropped that sentence, turned around and left in a hurry, even forgetting to return the borrowed books on the reading table. Mrs. Pince's shrill shout came faintly from behind, but she didn't have time to pay attention to it.

That night, the outside of the castle was still raining heavily. Looking outside, it was as dark as if the windows had been coated with ink.

But at least it was one day before Halloween, and the Gryffindor common room was really brightly lit and cheerful.

The firelight in the fireplace illuminated countless soft armchairs where people sat reading, chatting and doing homework. And Fred and George, the Weasley family treasure brothers, are naturally not idle - they are studying what effect will happen if a salamander eats some fireworks!

Fred 'rescued' the bright orange lizard from his Care of Magical Creatures class. At the moment, it is smoldering on a table, surrounded by a group of curious people.

Just as Hermione pushed the door and entered, the salamander over there whizzed into the air, twirling crazily in the room, releasing sparks crackling, accompanied by loud bang bang bang bang.

Percy scolded Fred and George harshly in a hoarse voice, in a posture that looked exactly like Mrs Weasley.

The salamander's mouth sprays orange-red stars, which is very beautiful and spectacular.

It flew past Hermione who had just walked in with the sound of explosions one after another, but Hermione directly pulled out her wand and threw a Freezing Curse over it.

She is in a terrible mood now!

...What's the matter, Hermione? Ron leaned forward and asked cautiously.

Don't bother me! Hermione shook her head, walked quickly to the girls' dormitory, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

What's wrong with her? Ron turned around and asked Harry with an embarrassed expression.

How would I know? Harry shrugged, expressing that he was also at a loss.

After thinking about it, they had no idea, so they had to go back to sleep honestly—Harry's recent training was very intense, and he was really sleepy right now.

I remember, Hermione went to the library just now... Ron suddenly thought as he passed by the entrance of the women's dormitory, Maybe... it's because of Maca?

Although Ron is not smart, but he knows about Maca, but he also feels that the nearest Maca is a little alienated from them. In particular, Maca seems to have never been with them recently.