Chapter 95

When Harry woke up from the hospital bed, Marca had already left.

In fact, Mrs. Pomfrey didn't want to let Maka go first, but when she was inundated by Maka's theories, she had to admit that Maka was really all right... Probably.

So Mrs. Pomfrey pointed her gun at poor Harry.

Under Mrs. Pomfrey's insistence, Harry soon understood that he had to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.

In the evening, many people came to see him, and they were all bent on making him happy.

Hagrid gave him a bunch of centipedes, which looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny blushed when she came and gave him a self-made rehabilitation card. If Harry didn't close the card and press it under the bowl or fruit basket, it would keep singing an unknown song.

After that, the Gryffindor team members also came. Wood followed at the end. His voice was empty and looked lifeless. But he said to Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all. It wasn't Harry's fault.

Of course Ron and Hermione arrived long ago. They stayed by the hospital bed and didn't leave until evening.

Everyone can see that Harry is not in good shape.

But no matter what others say or do, Harry can't feel better, because what people know is only half of his troubles.

He didn't tell anyone what he saw, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

But the only thing he's not sure about is Maka.

"Maybe Marca already knew something..." Harry recalled the warm silver fog, which pulled him.

He thought for a moment, but he had to shake his head.

By the way, the black dog has appeared twice!

Every time I saw the black dog, something almost fatal happened: last time, he was almost run over by a Knight Bus; This time, he fell from a broomstick 50 feet above the ground.

Is that really as Professor Trelawney said, ominous?

If that's the case, does the ominous want to haunt him until he really dies? Should he be wary of this beast for the rest of his life?

"Come to me if you have any trouble, and I'll help you out." - Harry inexplicably recalled what Marca had said to him.

But Harry always felt that he could not just rely on Marca, which was not what he should do.

The pride of the little lion will always ignite without fire at this time.

By the way, and those damn Dementors!

Every time he thought of them, Harry felt sick and humiliated - everyone said they were terrible, but no one else was like him. They fainted as soon as they came near? No one else has repeatedly heard the voice of their parents before they die in their minds!

And Maka can even drive them away with such a powerful spell!

Late at night, Harry lay in the hospital. He didn't know whether it was because he slept too much during the day or for some other reason. He couldn't sleep all the time.

He stared at the moonlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains on the ceiling.

"Oh, are the rain clouds gone?" muttered Harry.

At this time, he seemed to hear "her" words, which were repeated again and again.

As the Dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice. She tried to protect him from Voldemort; He also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing his mother

All night, Harry woke up and dreamed in intermittent sleep. He dreamed of wet, sticky, rotten hands and creepy begging everywhere.

He suddenly woke up, but his mother's voice always echoed in his brain.

……

As Harry tossed and turned, he was in a depression deep in the forbidden forest.

"... aragok, is there a black dog running around in the woods recently?" Maka asked casually while preparing the medicine for transformation.

"Black dog?" alagok said with a click, and asked the children not far away. Then he said, "it seems that there is one, but the little thing only moves on the edge and rarely comes inside."

"That's good."

Maka doesn't plan to make contact with Sirius Black yet, at least not yet.

He said, shook the reagent tube, and then walked towards aragok.

The experiment has been done several times, and aragok is used to it - at least it won't be as nervous as it was the first time.

As the liquid medicine was sent into its body, Maka sat directly on a dead tree nearby and quietly waited for some changes that might happen next.

In terms of data, the coincidence value between the modified medicament and aragog has been greatly improved. The probabilistic event is always a probabilistic event, and it will not become inevitable because you expect it.

Looking at aragok's abdomen and feet are gradually turning green, and its eight eyes are faintly gray - this is the state that appeared in the last experiment. Maka just calmly records the time and degree of change and continues to focus her attention.

Just then, aragok had a further reaction!

Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only its chest, abdomen and feet, but also a dark green on its back full of striped patterns! Something like a scale is spreading from its forehead.

"Hiss -" Maka subconsciously glanced at his eyes, but immediately covered his eyes and looked away.

He felt that his skin seemed to tighten.

Aware of this, Maka immediately took out a magic medicine bottle, pulled out the plug and poured a small mouthful of liquid medicine into his mouth - that was the Mandela herb resurrection potion he had prepared long ago to cope with the current situation.

Although he was caught without paying attention, the blood transformation experiment succeeded!

"Alagok, how do you feel?" Maka looked at the experimental records in her hand and asked alagok's status at the first time.

He had to keep a complete record of the precious experimental data.

"Yes... I feel... Very good!" aragok's clicking voice disappeared. It seems that his change is not small.

"I think I did get the ability of that thing," it said. "Although most of them are not complete, at least I can go into sleep - which can make me get longer."

"It's certain that your children will get more complete abilities," Marca nodded. "But I suggest you close your eyes, or your children can't stand it, and so can your wife."

"I think you're right..." aragok said, closing all eight eyes.

Until then, Maka was able to take a panoramic view of aragok's changes.

There is no doubt that its change is significant.

At the moment, almost half of alagok's body has been covered with a layer of fine snake scales like armor, and its size has become larger.

On its back, where there were originally strip stripes, the color was slightly black, while the rest turned into a dark green.

Its pincers seemed to become sharper, and the faint light on them flashed faintly, as if they were hiding deadly toxins.

What interests Maka most is a round red spot on aragok's forehead - perhaps its offspring will produce horns like a snake monster.

"Aragok, we succeeded." Maka came forward and patted its long leg casually, but his other hand had grasped the wand handle in his sleeve.

"Yes, I didn't expect that it was really successful!" aragok looked very excited. "Thank you very much. This will give my group more chances to survive!"

"Yes, my friend," continued Maka, putting her hand on her lap. "Your ethnic group will last as long as our friendship!"

"Oh, of course, my friend!" aragok said naturally. "When my next bag of children are born, I will take my group to live deeper in the forest! You can come to us at any time. We don't welcome anyone except you and Hagrid!"

All right! After getting stronger, I became more counselled

However, this is probably one of the reasons why aragok can develop such a large ethnic group! This is also a kind of survival wisdom. Maka feels that she can really understand this kind of thinking.

Perhaps, aragok's promotion is not just strength - Maka's heart can't help but have such a guess.

Until then, Maka released her hand holding the wand secretly.

After repeatedly telling aragok not to open his eyes casually, Maka left the depression and went to sleep in the dormitory. Today's work is really tiring. He really feels a little tired.

Although the integrity of the soul has been confirmed at the beginning, and the doubt of the permanent lack of emotion has been denied, even his successful casting of the patron saint curse today indirectly proves this.

But there is no doubt that "emotion is suppressed by some unknown force".

Casting the patron saint curse in this state is not only laborious, but also always makes him feel unreal.

"Should I feel lucky or helpless?" Marca thought, lying in bed and looking at the ceiling. "Well, in fact, I can't feel anything."

On that day, Maka suddenly wanted to experience the touch she felt in the Duke of bees candy store again - he felt that that should be the key to solving the test.

In a daze, Maka thought farther and farther, and her consciousness gradually blurred. Soon, he was completely immersed in his sleep.

After the rainstorm, the night sky seemed particularly clear, and the stars twinkled with blurred brilliance.