At dusk, after giving a three-hour lecture for the day, Maca hurried back to Black's house. At the moment, Blake's symptoms are still getting worse, and it's a time when every second counts, but he has little time to squander.

As soon as he entered, he went straight to the potions preparation room underground, and it wasn't until late at night that he came out to find something to fill his empty stomach.

For the next few days, he spent the next few days going back and forth between Hogwarts and Black's house, so a noon nap time was especially precious.

A few days later, Maca was in the potions preparation room, staring closely at the evaporation dish in front of her with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid inside to decrease little by little.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly, and he couldn't wait to hang some crystalline powder from the bottom of the dish, and then gently poured it into one of the test tubes on the test tube rack.

As soon as the crystalline powder came into contact with the clear liquid in the test tube, Maca did not hesitate to reach out her wand and tap it on the mouth of the test tube.

Suddenly, a cloud of mist-like crystals rushed straight up from the test tube, brilliant and blurry, but there was an incomparably dangerous aura hidden in that beauty.

"This ......"

Maca took several steps back, her expression changing drastically as she avoided the dreamlike mist.

"Who the hell is it...... No, could it be ......" Marka's face changed again and again, "how could it be...... No, it shouldn't be? What reason does she have to do that......"

As he continued to think, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"No...... Looks like I'm going to have to go to her myself this time to find out! It was a long time before he said to himself.

With that in mind, Maca grabbed the potion vial on the table and walked briskly to the door, leaving behind the necessary finishing touches.

"Maka, where are you going in such a hurry? Is there any emergency? ”

On the stairs on the first floor, he happened to bump into Mrs. Weasley, who was about to go to the kitchen, but he was in no mood to explain.

Moreover, the things he is thinking about in his heart at the moment are not something that he can casually say to others.

"No, it's fine." Maca didn't stop, but turned to Mrs. Weasley and smiled, "I forgot something in the office, I need to get it soon......"

Before the words fell, he had already opened the door and stepped out of half of his body, so he decisively closed the door with his backhand.

Probably because the door was closing too much, Sirius's mother called again. The voice was so sharp and sharp that Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but scream......

On Maca's way to the black market, he re-compared his previous speculation at the Longmans' house with the test of the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Maca herself, was skewed in their judgment of the potion's effects.

Wizards who have taken this potion are not simply "crazy", but fall into a state similar to hallucinations.

Secondly, there is a more direct reason why those sorcerers who show symptoms will actively attack others, in addition to hallucinations affecting their mental will.

Because, the people they attack are actually just "blocking" their way.

Not only does this potion make people fall into some kind of hallucination, but it also makes the person who takes it an extremely strange increase in their ability to sense magic.

It is said to be weird, because in the senses of the person taking the drug, the magic around him will not be presented in every detail like Maca, but will only have a highly sensitive perception of specific magic powers.

If you compare this ability to sense magic to a radar that detects the source of magic power......

On Maca's "radar" interface, it must be more obvious that the distance is close; Wizards who have taken that potion are not obvious at all, only the "target" will be very conspicuous.

If anything is their "goal", it is the magic of the potion itself.

Because of this, the night when Mrs. Longman tied up her husband again, there was only one more empty bottle in the house.

Because, it was the couple who suddenly had symptoms in their sleep and fell into hallucinations; But Mrs. Longman was the only one who could act on her own and go out to find the location of the potion.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Maca was quite familiar with the magic fluctuations of this potion. So as soon as he arrived at the black market, he put on a phantom charm and moved quickly through the black market.

He has the ability to sense magic, which has to be said to be a lucky thing forged by strength.

Merely......

With his magic book on his feet and flying at high speed through the streets and alleys of the black market, Maca's mind was completely concentrated, and his sensing ability was almost used to the limit.

All kinds of complex magical fluctuations around him surrounded him, passing by him one by one as he moved. Even he was impetuous, because of this high-intensity work.

It's like driving a race car through a complex street full of stereos while trying to distinguish the different music playing in each stereo.

Maka, who thought she was used to being surrounded by all kinds of magic fluctuations, couldn't help but feel irritated at this time.

"Persistence, persistence...... Hold on a little longer! ”

"To get to the bottom of it...... Gotta hold on a little longer! ”

"Calm down, calm down...... Feel every source of magic calmly, and you can't miss a single ......"

"I won't worry about anything this time, I must ask her clearly!"

Maca gritted her teeth, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her head felt more and more swollen...... It swelled like it was about to burst.

Finally, in the midst of the rapid flight, his feet went limp, and then he suddenly fell from the magic book.

Although he didn't fly very high because of his limited sensing range, the inertia of high-speed flight still caused him to roll on the ground and fall dozens of feet, and crash into a pile of empty wooden boxes next to a house with a "bang".

"Hoo ......"

It was a long time before he got up from a pile of planks, squinted against the wall, and gasped for breath with his right hand over his head.

"I ...... Why are you so impatient? ”

After a pause, he asked himself with a frown, when his breathing had calmed down.

His left hand was still hanging at his side as he said this, and his forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, but he ignored it.

Just as she fell, Maca's left forearm was fractured. Naturally, he was in a lot of pain right now, but this intense pain also made his messy brain a lot clearer.

"Is it because of 'her'? Yes, it should be right...... But specifically? What is it for? Be...... And what? ”

Constantly thinking, asking and answering questions......

Maca rummaged through her heart, confirming and eliminating it little by little, trying to find out the source of that inexplicable sense of impatience.

Suddenly, he put his right hand in front of his eyes and stared blankly.

Reflected in his pupils was a bloodless, slightly trembling hand. He gripped it tightly, then let it go again, and repeated it four or five times, a wry smile on his face.

"I'm ...... Scared? ”

Macka McKellen is just a coward.

"I'm scared again......"

Macka McLean, indeed, is just a coward.

The experience of losing his emotions did not make him fearless. On the contrary, he has become more sensitive to himself and the feelings around him.

When he first came into the world, he was afraid; When he was forced to wander alone, he was afraid; When he touched the blood on Luna's body, he was scared......

"What am I afraid of?" Maca scoffed, laughing at herself.

What Macca McLean is afraid of is actually nothing more than "loneliness". He broke into this world alone, and even though he met so many people, he still felt that he was alone.

That sense of loneliness has always been entwined in the deepest part of his heart, lingering.

It wasn't until the moment he unexpectedly received an offer from Hogwarts that a sense of familiarity with an old air gradually filled his loneliness.

Since enrolling at Hogwarts, everyone Maca has met has made him feel less lonely. This is undoubtedly an untouchable salvation for Maca.

But years of loneliness have made him close his heart, and to this day, only a few people have knocked on his closed heart.

Therefore, although he doesn't want to lose anyone, if he wants to say that the people he doesn't want to lose the most are the people who are most important to him, right?

On the side of the uninhabited alleyway, beside the pile of broken planks, Maca leaned against the cold brick wall and pulled out the potions vial with her uninjured right hand.

“…… Could it be you? ”

He shook the bottle slightly, and behind the translucent wall of the bottle, the liquid was shaking leisurely.

“…… Willy? ”

In fact, when Maca saw the test results in the potions preparation room before, she immediately understood one thing - in that half of the potions, the main ingredient was actually the powder of the "Mystery Crystal Flower".

In terms of rarity, he had only seen the Mystery Crystal Flower at Hogwarts, the mysterious flower species that Willy had asked him to help plant in the first place.

Even Dumbledore said they were supposed to be extinct, that they weren't something that could be easily obtained.

In addition, Maca had bumped into Willy herself practicing the preparation of potions, and she inexplicably refused his help. Most of these have a very hidden causal relationship.

“…… At the very least, I'll still choose to believe you. ”

Before she could finish speaking, Maca cast a repair charm on her left forearm, then pulled out the cork of the small half bottle of potion and poured it into her mouth with her head tilted.