Maca never imagined that his inadvertent words could change the trajectory of history, something he should have thought of but could not predict.

Neville was not injured because of him; Malfoy didn't pick up the orb of memory as a result; Harry was also discovered by Professor McGonagall about his Quidditch Seeker talent because he didn't fight Malfoy on a broomstick.

In the eyes of others, everything was normal, and even Harry didn't feel any sense of disobedience because of it.

But not Maka, who didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. It can only be said that the world in which he lives is a real world that can be seen and touched - a truth he has understood since he lived in Plymouth. But it wasn't until just now that he really realized what that really meant!

He should maintain the world in his memory; Or should we leave the past behind and touch and feel with our own bodies?

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help but shake her head.

Perhaps, from the moment he was here, he shouldn't have thought about these irritating things. The butterfly's wings are always fluttering instinctively and inadvertently, and it can never predict what the consequences of this change in air flow will be. Instead of worrying about these things that you can't control, it's better to face the unknown future calmly.

Maca never thought of herself as a great person, maybe a little achievement, but that's about it.

"It's right to enjoy life!" Maca sighed.

"It sounds like an old man's argument." Hagrid also came over - he was also watching the game from Gryffindor's side.

"Yes! Maca always likes to say things that only old men like to say. Ron laughed too.

"This is wisdom! You don't understand! "Hermione has been in high esteem for Maca since she was rescued from the troll.

"This is wisdom! You don't understand! Ron mimicked Hermione's tone and said to Harry, who laughed out loud.

"Humph!"

Hermione was ashamed and angry, don't look away from Ron. But Maca walked beside her, and Hermione turned her head to meet Maca's gaze.

"......" Hermione froze for a moment, then blushed slightly and turned her head away.

After the troll incident, Hermione's relationship with the two of them was less stiff, apparently because Harry and Ron were the first to arrive at the bathroom. The specifics of Maca are not known, but it is a good result that the Lion House trio can continue to be friendly.

Moments later, they and Hagrid returned to their hunting lodge on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where their master was making them a cup of strong tea. Maca came along, apparently wanting to continue his potion preparation practice at Hagrid's for a while—he'd been here several times.

"It's Snape," Ron explained, "Harry bumped into Snape at Filch, and he was badly wounded in one of his legs. ”

"Snape is injured?" Hagrid asked curiously, "What did he do?" ”

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Maca exchanged glances, not knowing what to tell him, and finally Harry decided to tell the truth.

"I've found out something about him," he said to Hagrid, "and on Halloween's Eve, he wanted to pass the big dog with three heads." It bit him! We think he's trying to steal something guarded by the big dog.

Hagrid put down the teapot heavily.

"How do you know about the three-headed Lowe?" He asked solemnly.

"Three-headed Louwie?" Harry said.

"It's the three-headed dog we saw."

"Yes! It was mine, bought from a Greek I met at the hotel last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to guard—"

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Alright, don't ask any more," Hagrid said crudely, "that's Secret One, you know?" ”

"But Snape wants to steal it!"

"Nonsense," Hagrid added, "Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, and he would never do anything like that." ”

But why was he ...... That's right, Louwe - will be bitten by it? Harry exclaimed, "I heard him say it himself!" ”

"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Hagrid said angrily, "You listen to me, all three of you listen to me!" You're meddling in things that don't concern you, and that's dangerous. Forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding for, it's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolame-"

"Aha!" Harry said, "There's a guy named Nicol Lemay involved, doesn't it?" ”

Maca glanced at Hagrid helplessly, he was only involved in one of the whole things, but he almost understood the whole situation.

Hagrid was standing there in a rage—he was angry with himself.

The original plan had been cancelled first, and Hagrid was angry at the moment, and he didn't think it would be a good idea to stay and make potions now.

……

Time passed, the years flew by, and although it hadn't snowed yet at Hogwarts, it was already very cold.

One thing has to be mentioned, with Maca's unremitting efforts, a new type of stealth potion has been successfully developed by him. Not to mention the long hours of practical practice, even the potion recipe has been changed again and again, and the hardships are really difficult to explain.

But the good thing, anyway, it's finally done.

That night, Maca drank the potion and plunged headlong into the library's forbidden section. He can't wait for those dangerous and mysterious dark arts!

He had already learned, and had learned, some of the spells related to the dark arts through the magic books he had ordered at the Blotstag's bookstore, but they had been sifted through by the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts professors. If you want to really understand the essential difference between black magic and white magic, you have to go to the forbidden book section to take a look.

"Uh-"

The first book that Maca opened had an unusual dark magic character. As the reader turns it open, a terrifying face protrudes from its pages, and a soul-shattering cry is heard.

He quickly tapped it with his wand to smooth out the magic fluctuations in it, and the face calmed down and returned to the original appearance of the book.

"This cry seems to be a cry of soul origin, not actual physical sound waves." Maca frowned and thought about it for a moment, then turned to the title page of the book.

"The weight of the soul comes from the unbearable lightness of sin. —Ragnar Bastos"

He saw that under the word "weight", there were also a few small numbers and letters written - "0.675oc m".

"Ancient ounce units?" Maca had some guesses, "Is this the weight of the soul?" How is it measured? ”

He quickly scanned the table of contents and found that it was a book that delved into soul magic, and although it was full of theoretical research and no record of practical application, it was undoubtedly a very typical book on dark magic.

After reading it for a while, Maca realized that something was wrong - the book still had a vague fluctuation of magic that made him a little uncomfortable. It wasn't until he closed the book that the uncomfortable fluctuation disappeared categorically.

After that, he flipped through several books in succession, all of which delved into all kinds of dangerous and mysterious magical knowledge. Some of them still resist being turned over, struggling to close themselves again.

"The more you try to touch the knowledge of black magic in the essence of magic, the more closely related it is to human personality, what does this really mean?" Marca left the forbidden area and sat down by the library window, releasing her nerves that had been tense from all the dangerous black magic.

Filch seemed to have come to inspect because of the commotion, but Marca didn't even look at him, but only took a step to the side as he passed, so as not to be bumped directly by him.

However, Mrs. Loriss looked at Maca, who was in stealth, suspiciously, but found nothing.

In Maca's view, the content of those forbidden books is all torturing the personality and heart of the reader. Some books are even directly enchanted with this effect, allowing the reader to feel the question from the depths of the soul at all times.

"No, there are a few books in there, which I can't read casually at this moment." Maca wiped the fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and dragged her somewhat tired body back to the dormitory to sleep, he needed to empty his head and rest.

A few days later, Maca, who had prepared half a dozen new invisibility potions, pasted small waterproof labels on the bottles of those potion bottles, and the labels clearly wrote the new name that Maca had given them—the Immortal Elixir.

It seems to be a good look, but in fact he just reorganizes the words "fairy" and "stealth", revealing his lazy nature.

Then, he secretly came to the site of the beating willow outside the Forbidden Forest.

Since some time ago, at Maca's request, Professor Sprout of the Herbal Medicine class would often take him with him to take care of the strange plants that the class likes to smoke people.

Professor Sprout is the Dean of Hufflepuff. She was a rather benevolent and optimistic person, and always showed an undisguised preference for the students of her college.

And Maca, who has outstanding grades, has definitely become her favorite student. Professor Sprout has no record of refusing to help with Maca's request!

It even included permission for Maca's application for "partial borrowing of the second greenhouse"; and working with her to take care of the beating willow that was forbidden to other students.

Of course, the reason for this, although part of the curiosity about the plant, is that Maca is mainly interested in the secret passage that leads to Hogsmeade under its roots.

At this point, standing out of the reach of the fang-and-clawed beating willow, Maca didn't try to rush in to find the so-called "scar" that could calm it down. There were so many scars on the trunk that he didn't know which one it was, and he wasn't interested in trying them all.

I saw that he took out a small metal whistle, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, and the silent sound wave went straight to the beating willow, and it immediately trembled and did not move.

"It still looks pretty and green," Maca said as she looked at it, "if you don't move around casually." ”