Coming to the headmaster's office again, Maca looked at the smiling Dumbledore and felt a tingling in her scalp.

Occlumencia is hard to practice, and his progress in this thing can only be described as average so far. But when confronted by Dumbledore, who was proficient in the Mind of the Dementors, he unconsciously wanted to use it, even though Dumbledore didn't have the idea of peeking into his heart at all.

Of course, if he said something inconsistency in front of Dumbledore, he would definitely feel it, it had almost become his instinct.

Snape was looking at the Immortal Elixir and didn't know what he was thinking, while Professor McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore with an excited expression.

It was a long time before Professor McGonagall left the Headmaster's office with Dumbledore's smile on his face. As she passed by Maca, she smiled and nodded at him.

"Mr. McLean, I think you've spent a lot of time absorbing knowledge, and it's obviously rewarded." Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone, the smile on his face unchanged, "To achieve such an achievement in the first year is unique in Hogwarts, and I don't think any student can match you, neither in the past nor in the present." ”

"It's too much, Professor Dumbledore, I'm afraid—"

"You should express it when you should be proud of it, and suppressing it in your heart will only make this glory rot in your heart." Dumbledore gave Maca a meaningful look, "I think you know what I mean." ”

What does Dumbledore seem to know? But what did he know?

"Uh, I think you're right......"

Maca found that what she said was right, in front of such a person, it is difficult for her to play her own cleverness. Now, for example, he simply doesn't know what to say, and he always feels that it's not right to say anything.

"So, Severus, what do you think of this potion from Mr. McLean?" Dumbledore turned to Snape again, as if to hear what he had to say.

Snape stared at the flask in his hand for a moment before he spoke his judgment.

"It's not very clever in terms of the recipe and the process of preparing this potion," Snape said, "but its creativity in using fairy wings for invisible purposes is indeed commendable." In the past, this material was only used for beauty and entertainment, and no one thought that the mystery of the fairy's invisibility came from their wings. ”

"Indeed, almost all wizards believe that the invisible effect of fairies stems from their innate magic." Dumbledore nodded his head in agreement.

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked at Maca again, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes: "Mr. McLean, I wonder if you are willing to send your research results to the International Confederation of Wizards for judgment?" This will allow you to make a name in the history of Potions, and it will allow your invention to be protected by the Federation for the rest of your life...... Of course, the recipe will be published after you die, but I personally don't think there's anything bad about that. ”

Maca had also considered this issue, and when Dumbledore mentioned it at this time, he naturally had nothing to disagree with.

"Absolutely, thank you for your willingness to sign my potion recipe." He nodded immediately.

Any wizard's invention needs to be recommended by a member of the Federation before it can be accepted by the Federation, and Dumbledore, as the current president of the International Federation of Wizards, could not have better recommend it himself.

Once the Immortal Hidden Elixir can be affirmed by the Federation, it will definitely become famous, which is equivalent to giving it an authoritative advertisement.

"That's a lot of gold gallons!" Maca couldn't help but think so.

This time, Dumbledore didn't say anything more to Maca. He told Maca to go back and prepare three bottles of Immortal Elixir before letting him go.

The next day, at breakfast, Maca was surrounded by Harry and the others. Harry and Hermione whispered thanks, while Ron felt guilty that the wound on his hand wasn't healed and that he couldn't help. Especially Hermione, she has received a lot of help from Maca in some deep learning, and this incident makes her even more grateful to Maca.

"It's almost time for the exam, so let's not keep bothering Maca!" After a few conversations, Hermione hurried Harry and Ron back to the Gryffindor table.

Yes, before you know it, the day of the exam is coming. It wasn't until this point that Maca realized that she had been at Hogwarts for almost a year. Although his learning progress is obvious to all, he feels that he has some achievements in potions, and other aspects are very average.

To put it bluntly, he didn't put himself in the position of "first-year student" at all, but he really can't blame him.

During the last period of time, everyone was nervously preparing for the upcoming exams, but Maca didn't take it seriously at all. It's not that he doesn't think the exam is important, it's because he's a little too demanding of himself.

Maca has always felt that he may not even be able to reach the level of the newly hired Aurors, and a sense of crisis is always with him. The thought of what might happen in the future made him feel the urge to apply for a time converter.

"And until now, the progress of the research of the Scroll of Truth has not even shown any signs at all, and it is simply depressing."

Maca feebly pushed the pile of manuscript paper aside, the wind blowing gently outside the window, and the pages of the book turned with the wind. If anyone was around, he would have been astonished—for every page of the bound manuscript was packed with all sorts of strange symbols.

After Maca tried all kinds of interpretation methods to no avail, he decided to try the stupid method, which was copying. But thousands of copies brought him, but he had no other feelings except upset.

"Rowena Ravenclaw called it the Scroll of Truth, but what is truth in this world?" Having nothing to gain, Maca couldn't help but start thinking about it.

But as he spoke, he was shocked.

"Wait, I remember the first few questions of the Bronze Kitty......" Maca gradually picked up the memories he had ignored, and he whispered to himself, "'Everything in the world, what is the truth?'

"Matter drives appearance, spirit deduces rules...... Cyclical complementarity, symbiosis and immortality? As he spoke, he was a little skeptical.

To put it bluntly, it was pure guessing at the time. In Maka's mind, there was no fundamental basis for it, it was just a guess about the esoteric magical theories in the forbidden section.

But now, it has become a vague breakthrough point.

"In other words, if you find the connection between spirit and matter, you may be able to find something!" Not sure, Maca was visibly excited.

In the days that followed, Maca showed a state that made people a little reluctant to get close, because he was often in a daze, and he could never hear anyone talking to him when he was in a daze. He seemed to be immersed in the strange symbols on the scroll of truth, as if he had changed into a different person.

Luckily, though, most people have been in a bit of a trance lately because the exam date is getting closer and closer.

But at this time when everyone was busy preparing for their own exams, a belated punishment notice was sent to Maka.

"Oh-yes, yes, although it seems that I haven't been deducted points, no matter how I say it, I can't be exempt from punishment, and I have set an example myself." Maca shook her head bitterly and slipped the note into the pocket of her jacket.

At eleven o'clock that night, Maca came to the foyer and saw Filch waiting for him.

Just as he and Filch stared at each other, Harry and Hermione arrived, followed by Neville. And, of course, Malfoy, who was the first to be caught by Professor McGonagall that night.

"Follow me." Filch said, lighting a lamp and leading them out, "I think you're going to have to think twice about breaking the school rules in the future, aren't you?" ”

He squinted at them and continued, "Oh-yes! If you were to ask me, I would say that hard work and hardship are the best teachers...... It's a shame that they did away with the old-fashioned form of punishment that used to be to hang you by the wrists and hang you from the ceiling for days. I still have those chains in my office, and I often oil them, and maybe one day they will come in handy - okay, let's go, don't try to escape. But if you run away, you will have no good fruit to eat. ”

Maca didn't bother to listen to Filch's complaints and nagging, he was always in a hurry, trying to find some inspiration from thinking and speculation!

They strode through the pitch-black field. Neville kept sniffling, and Harry kept wondering what kind of punishment they would receive—it must have been terrible, otherwise Filch wouldn't have been so cheerful.

Today's moonlight is very bright, but from time to time clouds will drift by, covering it and leaving darkness on the earth.

They could see the lighted windows in Hagrid's hut, which wasn't hard to spot at night. Then, they heard a shout in the distance.

"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I'm leaving. ”

Harry felt a rush of joy - if they were going to work with Hagrid, it wouldn't be too bad.

He immediately showed this relief on his face, but he heard Filch say, "You probably thought you were going to have a good time with that idiot, right?" Think again, boy - you're going to the Forbidden Forest! If you can come out unharmed, even if I was wrong. ”

Hearing this, Malfoy paused suddenly.

"Forbidden Forest?" He followed, his voice far less calm than usual, "We can't go in in the middle of the night, there's everything in there—I've heard werewolves!" ”

"Werewolves don't like to live in the Forbidden Forest," Maca said suddenly, "there's no room for them to live in safety. ”