Chapter 745

Marca is not a fan of sensationalism... Well, at least not on the surface. If you have to say, he is actually more pragmatic and pays more attention to efficiency in dealing with people.

Then why did he take the initiative to talk about family affection when facing Lucius at Malfoy Manor this time? Is it really just to give Lucius enough psychological preparation time?

Facts tell us that Maka is still the Maka. He still doesn't have much sympathy for the suffering Malfoy father and son. The reason why he was so concerned about Lucius' state of mind was entirely because he had made a decision.

"Mr. Malfoy, remind your house elf - never enter this room without an order in the next time."

In an empty room on the top floor of the mansion, Maka was painting on the floor, obviously outlining a rather complex Rune matrix.

Even Snape has only seen this strange use of ancient magic literature.

Now he was standing quietly aside, his eyes staring at the gradually formed array on the floor, as if he wanted to see something from it.

Marca's textbooks for her students, and Snape has read them many times. Now looking at the rune matrix constructed by Maka himself, he can only regret to find that these are two completely different levels.

"... in this formation, there is basically no combination of ancient runiwen?"

After looking at it for a while, Snape couldn't help asking. After hearing this, Maka immediately nodded, but the speed of depicting the magic text on her hand did not decrease at all.

"Well, how to say..." he casually explained, "in short, the meaning of ancient RuNi is too vague. Simple combination may not be a problem, but if the combination is too complex, it will be incompetent."

He added: "of course, as the 'last ancient magic script', it can play a very important role in guiding students to get started. It can even be said that it is irreplaceable."

At the beginning, Maka herself started with runevin. Without it, Maka might not have understood how to understand more in-depth magic text.

After he squatted on the ground for a long time, a rune array with branches was finally completed.

At present, although it is only the patterns and lines painted on the floor with pen and ink, when it is injected with magic, it can bloom a beautiful faint blue glow.

"Mr. Malfoy," asked Marca, standing up and facing Lucius, who was also uneasy on the outside, "although I told you about Draco just before I came here, I think you'd better listen carefully again, including what you need to do later..."

"Remember, Draco is still the original Draco. He is your son," he said again. "He may show a different character from before, and may say a lot of messy words... He may even disturb your heart by begging or scolding..."

"But as long as you try to wake up Draco's other half, even for a moment! I will firmly seize the opportunity to let him recover."

At this point, Maka took out the staff and waved it at will, and a small statue immediately flew out of his pocket. The statue grew bigger and bigger in mid air. When it fell to the center of the array, it had completely changed back to its original shape after being petrified.

"Remember what I said to you earlier," Marca reminded again.

Draco's petrochemical appearance naturally did not change at all, and the resentment and panic at that time were still vivid on his face. And his expression, of course, had a great impact on Lucius.

"Draco..."

Seeing his son being petrified, especially the panic and fear on his son's face, Lucius seemed to feel his heart tightened.

As a father, although he doesn't dote on his children as much as his mother Narcissa, and sometimes teaches them severely, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love his children.

And because Maka also needed his true feelings to reveal, he didn't say anything to suppress each other's feelings. Because it can be seen that after a series of psychological preparations just now, Lucius can barely restrain the agitation in his heart.

"Are you ready?"

Maka took out another magic medicine bottle from her waist and finally asked.

On the other hand, Lucius reorganized his face and nodded after standing directly opposite his son. At this moment, Draco is inside the rune matrix and Lucius is outside it. The distance between the two is like an insurmountable gap.

No way, Maka said earlier - even a failure is not absolutely unacceptable, but if you enter that formation, everything will stop.

After Lucius nodded and confirmed, Maka immediately waved the staff again and let the magic medicine bottle with the oak stopper removed float smoothly to the top of the statue.

The medicine bottle is tilting, and the magic medicine in it is pouring out bit by bit.

As the liquid medicine slides down from the head of the stone statue, the petrification effect of the passing place is continuously weakened until it is eliminated.

In fact, this process is not long. The effective time of Mandela grass resurrection potion is still very short. But in lucious's feeling, these short tens of seconds are as long as months.

Of course, Maka didn't completely remove Draco's petrification. All he wanted was to have a normal conversation. Soon, when he found that Draco's eyes began to tremble slightly, he immediately took the potion bottle back.

"... ah! You're lying to me! No..."

Draco's thoughts obviously remained at the moment when Maka petrified him. At that time, he mistakenly thought that Maka was going to kill him on the spot. But at the last moment, when he found that his whole face was numb, he knew that he had been cheated.

And then he completely lost consciousness.

Now that he was relieved of some of the petrochemical effect, he couldn't help shouting out, but it wasn't long before he found himself in a new environment.

"... father."

"Draco," Lucius looked at his son's face with a complicated expression, "Draco... Do you... Do you feel okay?"

As Marca said before, Draco is still the Draco. At this time, facing his father, his face also showed a trace of unspeakable hesitation, as if he was remembering something.

Son worships his father, which has been everywhere since ancient times. Draco is one of these people.

From a very young age, he thought his father was cool. He looked arrogant and confident when he saw anyone and did anything. For a long time, he thought that his father was the most powerful wizard in the world and wanted to imitate his father's every move.

But after that, he entered Hogwarts, Voldemort was resurrected, the Malfoy family was in turmoil, and the father he worshipped became more and more blurred in his mind.

Then one day, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have grown up.

Before Draco had mental problems, Maka was roughly right - Draco was really under a lot of pressure from his parents' family, which made him almost out of breath.

But there is a sentence that Maka is wrong.

Draco was not overwhelmed by the heavy reality. He was indeed timid about himself and the future of his family, but he was still trying to straighten his back.

Even when he was disturbed by nightmares and gradually found that there were problems in his state, he did not give up, but made his last struggle.

Otherwise, I'm afraid Maka won't have this chance to "save" Draco now.

When Lucius asked tentatively, Draco's face changed slightly again, but soon his eyes showed a strange edge again.

Then, instead of looking at his father's face, he reluctantly turned his head and looked at Maka standing on the side with Snape.

"McLean, we seem to... Meet again."

While throwing this sentence at Maka, Draco's face showed a sarcastic smile.

He is still alive, which proves that his observation and inference of Maka do not seem to be wrong. In other words, as long as he is Draco Malfoy, Maka can't really kill him.

Now, even his father Lucius appeared in front of him, which proves that he is right?

"Yes! We meet again."

Maka nodded expressionless and didn't say much. His eyes also looked at Draco's direction, but he was looking at something else through Draco's body rather than Draco.

Seeing Maka's somewhat careless look, Draco narrowed his eyes slowly, and the center of his eyes became more and more prosperous.

"He finally cheated me and petrified me before I could react. Didn't he just guess that I could assimilate and devour 'that guy'..." he said in a low voice, "why, do you think I would cry and cry and kneel down to ask for forgiveness with my father?"

At this point, Draco's disdain grew stronger.

"Hum... OK," he said with a smile, "untie the petrification! I'll do what you want... After all, this is my most respected waste father!"

"Draco, you --"

"Shut up, dear father," Draco said with a cold face, turning his head violently. "Haven't you hurt me enough? Haven't you hurt this family enough? If I were you, I would give myself a curse of death, so that I wouldn't have to stay in this family every day to bear the curse of the portrait of my ancestors!"