Chapter 67

Maka held "fierce fire bottle 2" in her hand and carefully avoided the attack of the snake monster.

No way, not careful.

The shortcomings of this thing are still unresolved. If the vibration is too large, it will explode in Maka's hand

"... now."

When the strong wind came again, Maka threw the magic medicine bottle in her hand, and then ran straight back.

"Maka!"

"Huh?"

Maka was shocked. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Hermione standing at the door of the library with a Ravenclaw girl.

It's too late!

He threw a bottle on the ground in a hurry, and a cold white fog suddenly rose, enveloping the whole corridor in a hazy.

Look carefully, there is still a little glittering and translucent flicker.

Maka, in a hurry, used this thing as a smoke bomb.

But even if Maka moves fast, it still takes time for the white fog to change from light to thick.

Hermione stood in place with the other girl, her body became stiff, and soon fell to the ground.

Finally, the Basilisk roared and ran away with injuries.

More than half of the flames from "Li Huo Ping 2" fell on the ground and the wall and went out in a short time. But the remaining flames are attached to the head and body of the basilisk. Even if it rolls and runs quickly, it doesn't have much effect.

The flame seemed to stick to it, burning continuously without any sign of becoming smaller.

Marca was squatting next to Hermione and looked at her without saying a word.

"What about Miss Granger?" suddenly Lockhart came up, "Oh, my God!"

Neither Marca nor Willie paid attention to him, but Lockhart was the kind of person who would shut up if no one spoke.

"It's too bad - I wanted to ask Miss Granger to help me answer the warm letters from my fans! You know, she is also one of my loyal readers."

Lockhart kept on nagging, as if there was no sign of the stopping.

"Marca." Willie stepped forward and looked at Hermione gently.

"Nothing, they are just petrified..." he shook his head and whispered again. "Is this the force of fate?"

Suddenly, Marca's eyes were fixed on Hermione's hand, full of dignity.

"... it seems that the so-called 'coercive force' is not as strong as expected."

He squatted next to Hermione, looked up at the library, frowned and thought. He is connecting all the possibilities one by one, trying to trace back to the source of the result in front of him.

After a while, he looked up slightly and looked at Lockhart.

"You just said you wanted Hermione to help you answer the reader's letter?"

"Oh! Yes! Yes... You know, teaching at Hogwarts has less free time," said Lockhart with regret.

"You didn't ask Harry to answer your letter?" Marca narrowed her eyes.

"I'd love to, but Mr. Potter seems to have been busy with Quidditch training or something."

"No wonder I haven't heard about Ron spitting slugs -"

He then sorted out his thoughts and had some answers in his mind.

"Now that the past has passed, try to remedy it and see what effect it will have..."

Maka muttered as she walked to the library, but her hand was already on the magic wand in her sleeve.

"Nothing is forgotten!" "armor."

Behind Maka, Lockhart's mantra came clearly.

He seemed to have expected it for a long time. Without hesitation, he took a step backward. A transparent shield appeared in the magic beam of the forgetting spell and burst into a dazzling light.

Maka's angle is particularly accurate. The shield is like a mirror, bouncing the forgetting spell onto the wall.

"Professor gidrow Lockhart," said Marca calmly looking at Lockhart without changing her face. "Your forgetting spell is really good. If you hit directly, I'm afraid my armor spell at the moment can't completely stop this attack."

"But please remember, now, you owe me a memory." Maka pointed to her head and said faintly.

"You --"

"Or do you want me to expose the 'creative process' of your novels?"

Maka especially accentuated the word "creative process", which meant looking at Lockhart at a loss and waiting for his final reaction.

"Er... Ha ha, ha ha... Look at what you said," Lockhart smiled awkwardly. "In fact, you misunderstood --"

"Professor gidrow Lockhart, do you need me to explain the details?" Marca stared into Lockhart's eyes, holding a magic wand in one hand and taking out a small magic medicine bottle in the other hand.

"It's called vomit. It's very difficult to make. To tell you the truth, I don't want to use it. But I think the reporter of the prophet daily may be very interested in your little stories."

Lockhart stared at the little bottle in Marca's hand, and the smile on his face was completely stiff.

"Er, ok..." he sighed and spread his hands feebly. "What do you want?"

"Nothing will embarrass you, Professor," Marca said. "Just remember, you owe me a favor. When I need it, do me a little favor."

"... when?" Lockhart thought.

"Just in case," Marca shook her head. "I just hope I won't use you in my life."

"That's it! I'm gone, and I won't say anything about today --" Lockhart turned around in frustration, but he was stopped by Maka before he took a few steps.

"Professor Lockhart."

"Anything else?" Lockhart said helplessly.

For him, being caught is really a headache. Now he wants to leave this place as soon as possible, now! right off!

"If I really need your help, I'll give you a corresponding reward." Marca looked at him. "How about a fresh and hot adventure story?"

"Really, really?" Lockhart's eyes lit up suddenly.

"I just don't think you can help me with one handle alone."

"You're welcome to come to me anytime!" Lockhart beamed.

But after a pause, he immediately added, "but we must do what we can."

Marca nodded and took Willie to the library.

"Why?"

Next to her, Willie looked up at Marca and asked.

"What? Why?"

"Remuneration."

Marca looked at Willie and shook her head slightly.

"Didn't I just say that if you want people to do things sincerely, you must have equal benefits, otherwise the other party won't go all out."

Willie nodded vaguely, not knowing how much she understood.

As they talked, they hurried to a bookshelf. Maka glanced on the bookshelf, pulled out a book, tore down the contents of a page, and wrote a few words on it.

Then he went back to Hermione and stuffed the page fragment into her stiff hand.

"Although many sheep have been run, the sheepfold must be repaired after all." he squatted there and muttered to himself.

Even if Marca doesn't know what happened, it can be determined that "Ron and Malfoy didn't have a conflict".

Perhaps that's why neither Harry nor Ron was punished.

Harry didn't answer Lockhart's letter, and Ron didn't wipe the trophy in the souvenir showroom.

It is precisely because of this that Lockhart came to the library today to ask Hermione for help. As a result, Hermione was attacked; Ron didn't see Tom Riddle's special contribution award trophy in the showroom, and Hermione didn't have the slightest hint about the secret room, so he had to look for it and hasn't gained anything yet.

But Maka didn't think that it was because he taught Malfoy a lesson last semester that Malfoy didn't dare to insult Hermione with the word "mud seed" again.

This is the real beginning of that series of changes!

"Even... Harry probably didn't find Voldemort's diary at all..."

This is Maka's wrong guess, but it is obvious that the general change of the whole event has been pushed back by him.

"... yes, yes, right here."

Maka suddenly raised her head and found Professor McGonagall and Lockhart coming in a hurry.

"Er, Marca..." Lockhart looked at him with a look of embarrassment.

But then Lockhart suddenly said to Professor McGonagall, "I asked Mr. McLean to watch here."

Maka shook her head helplessly.

Although this is obviously the result of Lockhart's eagerness to take credit, the liar's ability to respond is still good.

"Professor McGonagall, this is a double attack."

"Oh - yes, please." Professor McGonagall sighed. "I know you have a good relationship with Miss Granger, but now, she must be sent to the school hospital first..."

"Yes, I understand," said Marca. "Can I help you?"

"No, but you can follow."

When Professor McGonagall took Hermione to the school hospital, she hurried to the Quidditch stadium - today's event must be cancelled for the safety of the students.

Maka sat by Hermione's bed and looked at her calmly, but she didn't know what she was thinking. Willie stood quietly behind him and looked at his back without saying a word. Her thoughts were also unknown.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Mrs. Pomfrey was watching Hermione carefully.

About ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall took Harry and Ron to the ward.

"Marca!" said Ron with wide eyes.

"... here you are." Marca looked up at him and Harry with theout expression.

"Don't you have anything to say!"

Ron glanced at Hermione, who was stiff all over the hospital bed, then rushed over, grabbed Marca's front with both hands, and knocked him down from his chair.

"Don't you have anything to say!" Ron asked loudly again, his ferocious face facing Marca.