Chapter 178

Charlotte's clue had just begun and was broken. But Maka can never go over his schoolsister and go directly to the Witt family.

That kind of behavior is tantamount to asking for no fun.

According to the information he got from the Macmillan ball, the Witt family is mostly the family blood left by an ancient wizard. And all the things related to ancient wizards are not simple.

Fortunately, although Marca thought through speculation that the people who were covered with black gas made by Voldemort were likely to be related to the magic book of abatair of the Witt family; In other words, it has something to do with some "demon ritual" in the magic book, but it is nothing more than a backup means.

Even if he can't get the book, it doesn't mean that his plan will be blocked. What he should do must continue to do.

After a series of complicated tests, Maka finally decided that he would abandon the current wand form, start research from scratch, and try to restore the long rod wand that was very popular in ancient times.

To tell the truth, that thing is actually not as convenient as the current short wand. It is not conducive to concealed spell casting, and it is difficult to use it to "describe" regular runes. It is a very uneconomical big guy.

But it also has many advantages. Its biggest feature is that the "upper limit of magic output" is very high.

It can be said that this is a very difficult to control, but well used but powerful big killer.

Or the combat effectiveness of wizards in ancient times was generally surprisingly high, but the number was much less than now? The poor applicability of casting tools is definitely a big problem.

At that time, it was the real "magic wand chooses Wizard", and now the so-called "magic wand chooses Wizard" is probably a legend handed down from ancient times.

"After thinking about this, I'm more and more eager to borrow Dumbledore's old wand to study..." in the cabin of demstrom's ship, Marca held her chin thoughtfully and said, "elderberry and Vernon tail feather... It's reasonable that it shouldn't provide such a powerful magic output to the holder..."

"Among the three Deathly Hallows, the resurrection stone should be an alchemy product that has an effect on the holder's soul; the invisibility cloak is just an ordinary magic prop that can be seen through Moody's magic eye; only the old magic wand is really worth seeing..."

However, just when Maka planned to continue to immerse himself in his research, he got a very delayed news from Professor Orson——

"Christmas Ball - you should know, this is the traditional program of the top three competition, and we demstrom have to take this opportunity to show it," Orson said to Maka with a bitter face. "Yes, kakarov told me before leaving. He also said, you will know..."

Maka frowned and recalled, and suddenly wanted to slap herself - who let him keep his mouth shut and encourage kakarov to run the school carefully?

Look, retribution comes much faster than expected!

"... yes, that's right... Professor kakarov is right," he said expressionless. "I'll invite a decent partner."

In fact, even if kakarov doesn't mention it, it's hard for him to get away alone. According to tradition, the dancers must be the warriors of the top three competition. At best, there are only one more pair of dancers this time.

"That's great... Well, by the way! The ball is only open to students above grade 4, but senior students can send invitations to junior students... It's 8 p.m. until 12 p.m. on Christmas day."

Maka waved her hand and said, "I know, I'll remember."

……

Compared with Marca's reluctance, Hermione and Harry are facing great psychological challenges in Hogwarts.

"... listen!" Professor McGonagall looked at the class calmly. "The Christmas ball undoubtedly gives us a chance to - um - spread our hair and relax."

She said in a tone of disapproval.

There are several students below who seem to want to laugh. They cover their mouths with their hands to keep their voices from coming out.

Yes, that's right! Professor McGonagall always wears her hair in a tight bun. It seems that she has never spread her hair. That sentence, spoken by her, always makes people laugh.

"But that doesn't mean," continued Professor McGonagall, "that we will relax the requirements on the behavior of Hogwarts students. I will be very sad if one of Gryffindor's students humiliates the school in any way."

The bell rang after class. As usual, everyone stuffed the books into their schoolbags and threw them on their shoulders. There was a rush in the classroom.

Professor McGonagall raised his voice and shouted in the noise, "Potter and Granger - please stay. I want to say a few words to you."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's serious face, he immediately habitually began to think - is he in the way of school rules again?

As a result, he walked listlessly to the podium.

Hermione beside him was obviously much smarter, and her face turned red at once.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and said, "Potter, warriors have their own partners -"

"What companion?" Harry asked, looking puzzled, suddenly looking up from his confused thoughts.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if he were joking.

"Your partner to the Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

As soon as Harry heard it, he felt as if his internal organs were twisted and wrinkled together.

"Dancing partner?" he felt his face blush. "No, no dancing... I don't dance..."

"Oh, you have to dance - of course, Granger, you too," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "I'm going to tell you this - traditionally, dances are held by warriors and their partners."

Harry suddenly remembered himself wearing a black top hat and a tuxedo. He was surrounded by a girl wearing a frilly skirt, the kind Aunt Petunia wore at Uncle Vernon's ball.

"I don't dance," he said.

"It's a traditional practice," Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You are the warrior of Hogwarts and the first at present! You must do as everyone expects. So you must find yourself a partner, Potter."

"But -- I don't --"

"You heard me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said in an indisputable tone, turning directly to Hermione and ignoring the tangled Harry.

"Miss Granger, do you have any questions?"

When Professor McGonagall spoke to Harry, Hermione had opened her mouth three times, but she couldn't squeeze out the words that had been stuck in her throat.

"I mean... Warrior..."

Hermione seemed to be talking, but her voice was so low that only she could hear it... No, I'm afraid even she might not be able to hear it.

"What?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

Perhaps it was Professor McGonagall's oppressive eyes, or perhaps for other reasons, Hermione suddenly said:

"Can a warrior invite another warrior?" she asked loudly, as if summoning up her courage.

In the corridor, a big bat... No, a professor happened to pass by. He was attracted by Hermione's words and glanced casually into the classroom. Then he raised his eyebrows and stopped with great interest.

That's Snape. Harry saw it at a glance.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice. She just looked at Hermione in a slight surprise and shook her head.

"Unfortunately, there is no such precedent... But..."

Her words darkened Hermione's eyes, but the "but" that followed her suddenly brightened her eyes.

"... but," said Professor McGonagall, "there are two warriors in Hogwarts this time. I think, if you want..."

"No, thank you for your answer."

A series of ups and downs made Hermione feel extremely lost at the moment,

Just then, a smooth voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Professor McGonagall and Hermione turned their heads.

"It's just that there is no precedent. I remember it's not mentioned in the regulations and rules of the top three competition that warriors are not allowed to invite each other at the Christmas ball."

Snape strode into the classroom. He glanced coldly at Harry before he looked at Professor McGonagall.

"But, oh -" Professor McGonagall's face became complicated. "Is it... McLean?"

No professor is not sorry for Maka's separation.

They were angry that Maka fell into the darkness, but no one wanted to mention it. The position of Maka, a "good student", in the hearts of many professors can be seen.

Sometimes, Professor McGonagall will think: his current mood is probably similar to Dumbledore who watched Tom Riddle become Voldemort!

Before anger, there is more guilt and remorse, as well as the sense of powerlessness at a loss.

Mileva McGonagall, a gifted witch with all the qualities of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. She firmly believes that cowardice is a person's biggest defect. At the same time, she advocates rational thinking and calm attitude.

But it is such a sharp spoken and tenacious Witch and the vice president of Hogwarts, but her heart also belongs to her softness.

"I still don't need it..."

In a moment when Professor McGonagall was slightly distracted, Hermione surprisingly recovered her usual calm and pride.

"I'll find a suitable partner, Professor McGonagall..." she said, sipping her mouth and whispering, "and... Thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape's whole face was wrinkled by her thanks. He stepped back, but abnormally didn't say anything ironic.

"It's all... What's the matter?" Harry stared blankly.