Throughout the room, the concentration of magic power had reached an unprecedented height.

More than ten hours have passed since Maca began to lift the curse for Willy early this morning. During this time, except for a pause in dealing with Helmo who invaded St. Mungo, he had been silently removing the cursed substance from Willy's vein.

At the same time, he also needs to use the soul rune to resist the curse power on Willy.

Perhaps because of this, he was constantly mobilizing his magic every minute and every second, so much so that even the escaping magic was slowly accumulating in Willy's bedroom.

Truth be told, even with a staff that saves the use of mana, Maca feels quite tired.

But fortunately, the curse substance accumulated in the potion bottle on the ground became more and more numerous. Judging from the weight inside, it must be that this first stage has finally come to an end.

During this time, there seemed to be no more accidents on St. Mungo's side, and Helbo had not been able to get out of that "trap".

The situation is developing in a good direction.

Willy was still lying on her side on the bed, sleeping quietly with her arms on her pillows, her breathing soft, long.

But Maca knew that she hadn't really fallen asleep—after all, she had slept so quietly that she hadn't even moved.

Without paying much attention to Willy in her sleep, Maca continued to pull out the red dot of light again and again, and thought about the Blois family's bloodline curse again.

As far as the power of the curse that Maca was currently feeling was concerned, he had more or less begun to be convinced that the essence of this curse was definitely derived from one of the soul rules.

And like the monument of bewitchment, the mirror of devouring, and the dagger of pain...... Even the Gryffindor Sword in the Sorting Hat, the power of this curse can cause terrible disasters.

It's just that this "source of calamity" in Willy's body is obviously very different from several other things.

Thinking of this, Maca glanced at the blood-red mysterious substance in the potion bottle, and secretly made a calculation in her heart.

If you get rid of the curse it bears...... Or perhaps because of the special nature of carrying the rules, the contents of this bottle are almost indistinguishable from blood.

However, the value of a substance that can carry complete rules goes without saying.

In fact, Maca still came to Fort Blois on time despite the crisis, and in addition to keeping the agreement with Willy and Mr. Blois, it has to be said that there is indeed a reason for the curse itself.

If he can help Willy smile again, and also gain something from dealing with Helbo, then he will definitely make this trip worthwhile.

Therefore, at this moment, Maca also has some kind of expectation in her heart.

So, after I don't know how long it was, Maca gently put the last bit of light into the potion bottle, and then couldn't help but feel relieved.

After a whole day, I had to experience a long-distance encounter with Helmpo, and this first stage was finally over.

Picking up the flask on the ground, and after corking it and casting a spell for the first time, he took the bottle in front of him and took a closer look.

That sticky red liquid is really exactly the same as blood.

"It's ...... Curse? ”

Coldly, Willy had already climbed out of bed and walked to Maca's side. As she asked softly, a pair of clear eyes stared directly at the potion bottle in Maca's hand, looking a little curious.

But judging by her still expressionless appearance, it was clear that pulling these substances out of her body had not yet freed her from the interplay of the curse and the seal.

"No, it's only a 'part' of the curse!"

Maca didn't say anything more, only to see him slip the flask into his waist pocket, then nudge Willy's shoulder and drive her back to the bed.

"You'd better go back and lie down!" He smiled and said, "Next is the next stage, and if nothing else, this is the final step." Well...... You may feel a little sleepy for a while, but I think you can really get a good night's sleep this time. ”

Naturally, he was making fun of Willy's fake sleep just now, but unfortunately Willie has always been immune to this. But after hearing Maca's words, she actually nodded seriously.

"Well, good night."

"Oh, of course, good night!" "If you think you might not be comfortable when you wake up tomorrow, I think you can practice it in your dreams first." ”

……

When Maca began to make final preparations for the next phase, everyone at St. Mungol's seemed to be ...... They all felt a little idle.

In fact, as it gets late, many patients turn off the lights with a little anxiety in their hearts. Everyone is already very tired after this day's tossing.

As a result, the members no longer had to go to and from the sick to take care of the sick, and all but the first patrol was gathered in the hall to get ready to rest.

Due to St. Mungo's temporary isolation from the outside world, the sumptuous meal that had been admired by old Victor was gone, and tonight everyone ate just some very ordinary reserve dry food.

However, at present, everyone's life safety is not completely guaranteed, and no one cares about the quality of food - even if there is nothing to set up in the hall at this time, not many people will rejoice.

If nothing else, just looking at the pairs in the hall who occasionally look at each other and occasionally look away carelessly, you can roughly feel the stagnant atmosphere here.

"Harry and Neville were over there, muttering for half an hour, right? What do you think they're talking about so energetically? ”

Ron leaned against a pillar in the hall and tilted his head to look boredly at the door. While he was a little curious about Harry's conversation with Neville, he didn't bother to go around so many places to listen to the song.

On the other side of the wall pillar he was leaning on, Ginny subconsciously shook her head when she heard it.

Of course, she also cared about Harry, who had been showing a slightly strange side in the past two days, especially today. Although she could feel that it was not from Helbo's influence, it was hard for her to put her mind at ease.

"I don't know," Ginny shook her head, and Ron, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, couldn't see her movements, "it's just...... I guess Harry must be struggling with it! He's not like you, lazy and useless. ”

"Hey, did you say that brother?"

Ron immediately rolled his eyes, the wand in his hand dangling between his fingers, and then fell to the ground with a "click".

"But you're right...... Let's not talk about laziness or not, at least I'm really 'useless'. ”

"Ron!"

Hearing this, Ginny on the other side suddenly leaned on the floor and looked at Ron, then raised her hand and slapped her brother on the top of the head.

"Ouch! What are you doing? Ron covered his head and said helplessly.

"What for?" Ginny gave him a blank look, "You're still not a Weasley kid...... Didn't Dad always say, 'We can't stop doing it just because we can't do it'? I was just talking about it, do you really think it's useless? ”

"Then you're going to tell me where I'm useful?" Ron picked up the wand from the ground and patted the bits and pieces of dust on it.

Ginny thought left and right, and finally said in a tone of uncertainty that she said:

"Hmm...... Meet Maca? ”

"Oh, my sister!" Ron lifted his hand and patted her on the shoulder weakly, "I know you want to push me, or maybe you want to give me some encouragement...... But are you sure it's an encouragement and a comfort? ”

"It's not because you're really useless."

Ginny glared at him again, then shrank her head and went back to the wallpost.

Ron leaned back into his original position, scratching his scalp vigorously and sighing quietly.

"A flock of birds."

With a flick of his wand in front of him, several birds flew out of the tip of his wand and chirped and fluttered down the hall.

He tilted his head and controlled the birds to circle back and forth for a few weeks before calling them back to his bent knees.

It's not difficult, but it's not very easy either—it requires a certain level of Transfiguration to cast.

Through practice in recent years, Ron's strength is actually very good. He was able to cast many spells that only an adult wizard could cast, and even several spells were as effective as the Aurors.

If it hadn't been for all the mess, he would have graduated from Hogwarts with good grades in the quiet wizarding world of the past.

However, at his level, it seems that there is still a big difference.

What exactly is the standard of measurement?

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