The clues on Charlotte's body had just begun, and they had already been broken. But there was no way for Maca to get past this senior sister of his and go directly to the Witt family.

That kind of behavior is tantamount to self-inflicted boredom.

Judging by the information he obtained at the ball at the McMillan house, the Werther family is most likely a lineage left behind by an ancient wizard. And all the things that have a relationship with ancient wizards, none of them are simple.

Fortunately, although Maca speculated and guessed, it was very likely that the people who Voldemort had made out were covered in black gas were very likely related to the Witte family's "Abateel" magic book; Or rather, it has something to do with some kind of "demonic ritual" in that magic book, but it's just a backup method.

Even if he can't get the book, it doesn't mean that his plan will be thwarted, and he still has to continue to do what he needs to do.

After a series of complicated tests, Maca finally decided: he would abandon his current wand form, study it from scratch, and try to recreate the long-roded staff that was so popular in ancient times.

To be honest, it wasn't as convenient as the current Short Wand, it wasn't good for stealth spellcasting, and it was difficult to use it to "depict" regular runes, making it a very uneconomical big thing.

But it also has a lot of benefits, and its biggest feature is that the "magic output limit" is very high.

It can be said that this is a very difficult to control, but when used well, it is extremely powerful.

Not to mention that the combat power of wizards in ancient times was generally amazingly high, but the number was much smaller than now? The poor applicability of spellcasting tools is definitely a big problem.

At that time, it was the real "wand choosing the wizard", and the current so-called "wand choosing the wizard" is probably just a legend handed down from ancient times.

"Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm getting more and more interested in borrowing Dumbledore's Elder Wand to study it......" In the cabin of Durmstrang's ship, Maca said thoughtfully, propping her chin on, "Elderberry and Thestrals...... It stands to reason that it shouldn't provide the wielder with such a powerful mana output......"

"In the Triple Artifact of Death, the Resurrection Stone is supposed to be an alchemical product that acts on the bearer's soul; The cloak is just an ordinary magic item that even Moody's magic eye can see; Only the Elder Wand is truly worth seeing......"

However, just as Maca was about to continue immersing himself in his research, he received a very delayed message from Professor Orson

"You should know about the Santa Ball, it's a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, and we at Durmstrang have to take this opportunity to show it." Orson said to Maka with a bitter face, "Yes, this is what Karkaroff told me before he left, and he also said that you will understand......"

Maca frowned and recalled, and suddenly wanted to slap himself Who made him have nothing to do, and casually pouted Karkaroff to run the school with his heart?

Lo and behold, retribution is coming much faster than you think!

“…… That's right, that's right...... Professor Karkaroff was right," he said with a blank face, "and I would invite a decent dance partner." ”

In fact, even if Karkarov doesn't mention it, it will be difficult for him to get out on his own. According to tradition, it must be the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament who start the dance, and this time it was at best an extra pair of dancers.

"That couldn't be better...... Well, that's right! The dance is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards, but older students can send invitations to younger students...... It was eight o'clock on Christmas night and ended at twelve o'clock. ”

Maca waved her hand and said, "Got it, I'll remember." ”

……

Compared to Maca's reluctance, at this time in Hogwarts, Hermione and Harry are facing great psychological challenges.

“…… Listen! Professor McGonagall looked at the class calmly, "The Santa Ball certainly gives us a chance to spread our hair and relax. ”

She said in a disapproving tone.

A few of the students below seemed to be tempted to laugh, and they tried their best to cover their mouths with their hands to keep the sound from coming out.

Yes, that's right! Professor McGonagall's hair was always tied in a tight bun, and she never seemed to have her hair loose. That sentence from her will always make people laugh.

"But that doesn't mean," Professor McGonagall continued, "that we're going to relax the rules of conduct for Hogwarts students. I would be very saddened if one of the Gryffindor students disgraced the school in any way. ”

The bell rang for the end of class, and everyone, as usual, stuffed their books into their school bags, and then threw them over their shoulders, and the classroom was busy for a while.

Professor McGonagall raised her voice and shouted in a loud noise, "Potter and Granger, please stay for a moment, I want to say a few words to you." ”

Seeing Professor McGonagall's serious face, he immediately began to habitually start to wonder if he was in the way of the school rules again.

With that, he walked listlessly towards the podium.

And Hermione, who was beside him, was obviously much smarter, and her face turned red all at once.

Professor McGonagall waited for the class to run out before she looked at Harry and said, "Potter, warriors have their own partners."

"What mate?" Harry suddenly looked up from his chaotic thoughts and asked with a puzzled expression.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if thinking he was joking.

"Your partner you brought to the Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your dance partner." ”

As soon as Harry heard this, he felt as if his internal organs were twisting and crumbling together.

"Dance partner?" He felt his face flush, "No, no dancing...... I don't dance......"

"Oh, you have to dance, of course, Granger, and so do you." Professor McGonagall said irritably, "I was about to tell you that, traditionally, the ball is performed by warriors and their partners. ”

Harry's mind suddenly conjured up of himself in a black top hat and tuxedo, and a girl beside him in a frilled skirt that Aunt Petunia wore to the prom at Uncle Vernon's company.

"I don't dance." He said.

"It's tradition," Professor McGonagall said firmly, "you're a Hogwarts Champion, and the number one at the moment!" You have to do what everybody expects. So, you'll have to find yourself a dance partner, Potter. ”

"But I don't"

"You hear me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall finished in an unmistakable tone, turning directly to Hermione, ignoring Harry's bewildered face.

"Miss Granger, do you have any questions?"

While Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry, Hermione had opened her mouth three times, but she hadn't been able to squeeze out the words that had been choked in her throat once.

"I mean...... Warrior ......"

Hermione seemed to speak, but her voice was so small that only she could hear her...... No, I'm afraid she may not be able to hear herself.

"What?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

Maybe it was Professor McGonagall's oppressive eyes, or maybe it was some other reason, but Hermione suddenly burst out with this sentence:

"Can a Champion invite another Champion?" She seemed to muster up her courage and asked aloud.

In the hallway, a large bat...... No, a professor happened to be passing by, and he was caught by Hermione's words and casually glanced into the classroom. Immediately, he raised his eyebrows and stopped with interest.

It was Snape, Harry could see it at a glance.

Professor McGonagall hadn't noticed, she just looked at Hermione in slight surprise and shook her head.

"Unfortunately, there is no such precedent...... But ......"

Her words darkened Hermione's gaze, but the "but" that followed her suddenly brightened her eyes.

“…… But," Professor McGonagall said, "there are two Champions at Hogwarts this time, I think, if you want ......"

"No, thank you for your answer."

A series of ups and downs made Hermione extremely depressed at the moment,

Just then, a sleek voice rang out in the doorway, and both Professor McGonagall and Hermione turned their heads.

"There's just no precedent, and I remember that the rules of the Triwizard Tournament didn't mention that warriors weren't allowed to invite each other at the Christmas Ball."

Snape strode into the classroom, giving Harry a cold glance before looking at Professor McGonagall.

"But, oh," Professor McGonagall's face became complicated, "yes...... McLean? ”

There is not a single professor who does not feel sorry for Maca's departure.

While they are angry at Maca's fall into darkness, no one wants to mention it, which shows the status of Maca as a "good student" in the hearts of the professors.

Sometimes, Professor McGonagall also thinks that her current mood is probably similar to that of Dumbledore who watched Tom Riddle turn into Voldemort!

Anger is preceded by guilt and self-blame, as well as a sense of powerlessness that is overwhelmed.

Minerva McGonagall, a gifted witch with all the qualities of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. She firmly believes that cowardice is a person's greatest flaw, and at the same time she admires rational thinking and a calm attitude.

But such a sharp-tongued, tenacious witch, and the vice-principal of Hogwarts, she also has a softness in her heart.

"Still don't need it......"

For a moment, Professor McGonagall was slightly distracted, but Hermione surprisingly regained her usual composure and pride.

"I'll find a suitable dance partner, Professor McGonagall......" she said, pursing her lips and whispering, "and...... Thank you, Professor Snape. ”

Snape's face furrowed at her thanksgiving, and he took a step back, but he uncharacteristically didn't utter anything sarcastic.

"It's all ...... What's wrong? Harry's eyes widened, his face dazed.