“…… What is your name? ”

"Joshua Rockwell."

"Why didn't you speak during this time?"

"I ...... I'm afraid of Miss Schoen......"

"How much do you know about Helen Schonn?"

"The owner found her three years ago...... She was not like us, she already had this terrible power before she was taken to the convent. She doesn't need the help of the brand to control them, and she's more powerful than us. ”

“…… What else? ”

"No, I don't know...... Then she was taken away by her master somewhere else......"

Under the influence of the elixir, Joshua could no longer remain silent. When Maca began to ask questions step by step, he responded sentence by sentence.

"So, did you see something that night?" Maca then asked.

"Yes," Joshua nodded at once, "I—I didn't notice at first that Miss Schoen was lying behind the curtain, and that day I had been sleeping in bed at Madam Pomfrey's orders. But in the night, I was woken up by a commotion - I saw a huge spider fighting with a cloud of black mist. ”

When he recalled the situation, he still seemed a little frightened.

"At that time, I was thinking, the master must have sent someone to find me, and the master must be punishing me again. But the big spider was very powerful, and its ability made the speed of the black mist slow down a lot......" Joshua said tremblingly, "but later, the volume of the black mist suddenly increased several times, and it knocked the big spider out of the way!" ”

At this, he paused, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

"I didn't dare move at all," he said in fear, "and ...... Then the black mist suddenly rushed in front of me, and gathered into Miss Schoen...... I think she must have recognized me......"

Maca felt that no matter how scared she was, she shouldn't shake it up. Perhaps there was a specific experience hidden behind Joshua's fears.

"Why are you so afraid of her? What did she do to you? Maca asked suddenly.

"I ...... She ...... "Joshua seemed to grit his teeth, but let out a gurgling sound, "Miss Schoen once killed my former companion...... Killed several! She...... She hates her master, and she hates us just as much! ”

"I can understand how much she hates that old man, but why does she hate you?" Maca wondered.

Joshua pursed his lips and couldn't stop saying what was on his mind, causing him to become more nervous, and his breathing became rapid and messy.

"No...... I don't know, I don't know......" he said intermittently.

"That'...... You know what it was like before she was taken to the convent? Maca shook her head slightly, and had to ask another question.

"No, she never takes the initiative to talk to us, and we rarely talk to her."

Inability to interact with people normally is one of the characteristics of silent people. Although Maca didn't plan to get too much detailed information in the first place, it was a bit too ...... to ask and ask for nothing

"One last question," Maka thought for a moment, "do you know anything about Helen Schoon's mission?" ”

"Nothing," replied Joshua, "the master first sent us to raid the Minoan School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Greece overnight, and then had Miss Schoen disguise herself as one of the students. ”

Maca nodded at first, but then frowned slightly.

"It's not that you 'don't know', it's that your master didn't give specific orders at all, is that right?" He thought for a moment, then spoke in confirmation.

"Yes." Joshua was certainly authentic.

"Could it be that your master had confessed something to Helen Schoen beforehand without your knowledge?"

Joshua shook his head decisively at Makana's natural guess.

"Impossible...... "Miss Schellne had been on the previous mission until that mission. The mission was sudden—as soon as the master came out of the study, as usual, he urgently recalled her. And as soon as she returned to the monastery, we immediately went to Greece. ”

Marca immediately noticed Joshua's words, "Come out of the study as usual," and he wondered if that might be a connection with Greenwald.

So, could it be that Greenwald had been secretly communicating with the old man when he was in Newmongard? Does Dumbledore know about this?

After that, Maca continued to ask a few more questions, and finally ended the conversation after finding that there were no other valuable answers.

Little did he know that the next day, Joshua would begin to speak again. Probably for him, yesterday for some reason you asked and answered with Maca for a while, and unexpectedly opened his self-isolation.

Maka was also quite surprised that the truth elixir, which was originally only used as an interrogation tool, was active in the treatment of mental illness.

Because of this, the silent spell that Maca had placed around her yesterday before she began to ask was also taken as a confidential treatment by the little wizards in the ward. Because all they saw was Makka and Joshua's mouths moving, but they couldn't hear anything.

Like this kind of benign misunderstanding that is not coincidental and does not make a book, Maca is naturally happy to see it. So when some students praised him for the effectiveness of his treatment, he cheekily acquiesced.

"There's nothing wrong with it anyway, is there?" He thought to himself.

……

That evening, after dinner time.

After sorting through his notes in the hospital room and watching Luna finish his hospital meal, which looked good, he finally left the hospital at Madam Pomfrey's urging.

Today it was the second meeting of the defense team, and he would not ignore activities like this that would bring more resistance to Hogwarts.

Although it will inevitably take time for those little wizards to grow, if these fine linens can be twisted into a rope, the strength they can withstand should not be underestimated.

After all, the main opponents are Voldemort and Greenwald, but they don't rely on just two people to attack. Once Maca confronts a strong enemy, the biggest threat will actually be a large number of dark wizards who will follow!

When Maca arrived in the Room of Requirement, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had already arrived.

"Maca." Hermione immediately stepped forward and greeted softly, "Good evening." ”

Behind her, Harry and Ron, who had been scrolling through some Defence Against the Dark Arts books on the shelves, followed.

"How? Are you all right? "I remember you were pretty close to that Helen, this time—"

"It's okay, of course it's okay." Hermione was saying, but shook her head slightly, "...... No, how can it be okay? But...... This time, thanks to Ron for reminding me and Harry, we didn't waste too much time on this. ”

"Yes!" Harry hurriedly said, "If it weren't for Ron's words, we don't know how long we would have been depressed!" I don't have enough time, but I-"

When Maca heard this, she subconsciously glanced at Ron, only to find that this guy was still embarrassed.

"Don't say that! If I don't mention it, you'll figure it out quickly. He put his arm around Harry's shoulder and said, "I know you, you're not the kind of fool who would hold things up and let yourself breathe. To be honest, that's the only me I used to ......."

"Don't be shy, Ron." Maca smiled and said, "You're doing a great job!" If something is wrong with your friends, it's time to alert them as soon as possible – you've made me feel a real friendship! ”

After a pause, he thought again, "For this, I think I should give you some gift." ”

"What do you say?" Ron hurriedly ran to Maca's side, only hesitated slightly, and then patted him on the shoulder, "Aren't you also our best friend?" ”

When Maca couldn't help but feel a little moved, he said happily: "What, I said buddy...... What good things are you going to give me? ”

Looking at Ron's lively appearance, Maca seemed to see him when he first met him in the Burrow. A large percentage of the Weasley children are of this kind of personality.

It was clear that Ron had indeed come out of the trough of his life, a living pan-personality similar to his father Arthur, who had begun to awaken from his bones.

"When I think about it," Maka shrugged, "maybe...... A large, fully automatic metal crucible is a good choice? ”

"Hey!" Ron immediately jumped up, "Isn't that a gift I gave you before?" ”

But Harry poked him hard in the back.

"A golden cauldron! It's a gold crucible! Harry reminded, "It's not gilded, it's pure gold!" ”

"Pure—oh—Merlin's thigh!" Ron's eyes widened instantly, "Really? Maca, are you telling the truth? ”

"What's really fake?"

Just as Ron was in a bit of surprise, the door was opened again, and Neville, Ginny, and the rest of the Gryffindor House walked in in a heap.

And it was Fred and George, who were at the front, who asked this sentence, and the twins spoke almost at the same time, and even their voices were stacked on top of each other.

"Nope! Nothing! Ron shouted with a waving of his hands.

If the two living brothers found out about the Pure Gold Cauldron, they would do everything they could to get their hands on it, and then wouldn't hesitate to exchange it for money to research their magical prank products.

"Come here! We don't have a lot of time, so those who arrived first immediately began to show the results of your self-practice over the past few days......"

Maka stopped talking nonsense and beckoned everyone to test their learning to renew the spell one by one.