“…… Mclean? Haven't I seen you ring the doorbell before, find fault? Sirius looked at Maca, who was standing outside the door, dissatisfied.

Today's weather is actually quite good, with the sun shining brightly on the earth, and the summer heat is swaying to the fullest.

But probably because of the gust of wind that blows from time to time, the heat is far less tiresome than the previous days.

The streets are still empty, and the square not far away is still the same depressed scene, which makes people feel a little sorry for this forgotten neighborhood.

"That's why you want to give it a try," Maca smiled nonchalantly, "You can't live the same life all the time, can you?" ”

"I think you're just finding fault!" Sirius said angrily, turning and walking inside.

Maca took a deep breath, then calmly followed in, and closed the door.

"I'll go back to the study first, I have something to do today, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner."

Without waiting for Sirius to respond, he turned the corner in front of the reception room door and headed for the stairs.

However, he had barely taken a few steps up the stairs when he heard a slightly hurried footstep behind him.

"Maca!"

He turned his head and looked at Hermione, who was hurrying after him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You've talked to me before about the practice of the silent mantra and the syllables of the incantation, is it?" Hermione, with a notebook in her left hand and a quill in her right hand, hurried over.

"yes!" Maca nodded slightly, "As long as you strengthen your understanding of the spell and remember the technique of silent recitation, you will succeed sooner or later...... Have more questions? ”

"Uh......" Hermione paused for a moment, then thought again, "Like...... Nope. ”

"That's good, keep up the good work!"

Maca smiled again, then turned around and continued upstairs.

Hermione looked at the back of Maca's departure, and an inexplicable puzzle appeared on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question when you are doing a test paper. Although the question is very similar to a sample problem that I have done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

Puzzled, Hermione walked back slowly.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" In the reception room, Ron asked subconsciously when he saw Hermione's confused expression.

"No, nothing." Hermione shook her head, putting the matter aside for now, "Keep learning!" We need to increase our strength as soon as possible, and help everyone at the Order of the Phoenix as soon as possible! ”

"Also pay attention to rest, don't be like McLean who works day and night, you should enjoy it when you are a student!" Lupin smiled mildly, "That's how we came here. ”

……

Up the stairs, Maca walked up with steady steps, and soon came to the door of the study. He gently turned the doorknob and pulled open the door to the study.

"Yo! Bastard Maca, you're back! ”

On the sofa in the study, Leni shrunk up in the stacks of books, flipping through a copy of "Singing and Singing". Seeing Maca walk in, she lazily waved at him.

In fact, there is not much difference between the study and when Maca left, at least Leni usually doesn't dare to flip around here, and she only saw the book "Singing and Singing" in the pile of books in the corner.

The curtains, as always, kept the fiery sunlight out so tightly that no light could penetrate it.

There is only a magic lamp in the study that emits a soft light, there is no temperature, only light, and it cannot give people a "very natural" feeling.

"Well," Maka replied softly, then continued, "Lennie, you go out first!" I've got something to do......"

"Huh?" Leni pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "Leni hasn't finished reading yet!" This magazine is so interesting - why didn't you take it out and show it to Leni sooner! Bastard Maca! ”

"Hurry up and get out," Maca frowned, "Or do you want to stay and help me feed Xiao Qi?" ”

"I don't want to!" As soon as Leni heard this, she immediately jumped up from the sofa, and her lazy expression was suddenly swept away, "Let's go out!" Hum! ”

Watching Leni bounce out of the study, Maca closed the door casually, pulled out her wand and tapped the doorknob lightly, and then held the door with one hand and showed a slightly tired expression.

Immediately afterward, his breathing was no longer even and smooth, but became slightly heavier.

In the battle he encountered at the Ministry of Magic today, he was wounded only once from the beginning to the end. Yes, except for the blow from Voldemort's sneak attack, he defended it with magic in time.

Even if it was the black fireball that was sneak attacked, he responded in time with the effect of "concentrating", but in a hurry, he was still injured by no light.

Human beings are inherently fragile compared to the power of magic, and this has not changed since ancient times.

"It's no wonder that many wizards try to modify the flesh, or even the bloodline......"

He gasped and sat down, slowly removing the wizarding robe that had been reworn at the Ministry of Magic, revealing the dusty messy shirt inside.

Of course, that's just the positive picture.

At this time, behind Maca, a hole the size of a basin made the shirt completely lose its meaning of existence, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black pants with a strange dark red.

However, the hole in the shirt was not a bloody wound - the wound had almost healed under the effects of the potion.

On Maca's back, between the remaining blood stains, a little bit of skin could be seen. But on those skins, an eerie black color replaced the normal flesh color, and exuded an ominous aura.

In other words, Maca's damage this time was not just physical, but the magical damage contained in it was even more disturbing.

"Voldemort really used his brain this time!" He muttered to himself with a little sarcasm.

In fact, Voldemort's plan this time seemed like no big deal, but it took no less thought than those complicated plans.

After several encounters, Voldemort also understood what was good about Maca.

To put it bluntly, Maca's strength is not only based on magic, but his careful thinking and accurate judgment are what makes it really difficult.

Marca McKellen is a real "smart guy" – that's what Voldemort thought.

But the more such people are, the more they will unconsciously deepen their thinking when they encounter unexpected situations, think about simple things into complicated things, and try to find the cause of the incident.

So, Voldemort first put himself in Maca's shoes and imagined what Maca would do next.

At the audio-visual meeting, a line has been drawn between the two of them by Maca, which makes the two really stand on opposite sides.

So, what will Maca do?

"He'll guess what I'm going to do next." This is a summary of Voldemort's plans for Maca up to this point.

With that, Voldemort immediately thought of the plan he had just made: he had planned to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic with his own people, and try to get his hands on the prophecy ball containing the prophecy that had been prophesied.

So, Voldemort simply made the change, and devised an ambush plan that was so simple that he himself felt "stupid".

Even if this plan required him to let go of the pride and dignity in his heart, but now, the pressure brought to him by Dumbledore's vein made him not allow him to continue to be arrogant.

Repeatedly frustrated, even the Dark Lord will start to look at himself again.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the Black Death to send Maca an "emergency"; Then, while Maca was bothered by a non-existent "intention", he put down his pride and carried out a sneak attack.

It was undoubtedly a despicable and stupid approach, but it gave Voldemort the first hope of victory—at least when the first blow was successful.

But reality told Voldemort that his judgment of Maca was fundamentally wrong.

Maca has always struggled to improve his magical prowess, and he is essentially a person who puts strength and intelligence on an equal footing.

Or, from the moment Maca decided to become a wizard, he thought that the wisdom and power of wizards were simply the same thing.

And the person who made him make such a judgment was none other than Dumbledore.

However, even though Voldemort's plan failed again, and was almost thrown into the mysterious arch by Maca, Maca was not having a good time.

Voldemort's current power comes from the Bewitching Monument, and this power is naturally quite not simple.

Maca already had some understanding of a small part of the mysteries of the Bewitchment Monument, but it was only a small part at best, and he still didn't know anything about the injury this time.

Through the perception of the magic power, he only noticed it for the time being, and the magic power in his body became sluggish due to some of the remaining black qi.

As for the physical exhaustion, it was only because the magic power was overused today, which was secondary.

After sitting on the floor for a moment, Maca got up again and dragged her somewhat weak body to the back of her desk.

He needed to find a way to get rid of the black qi as soon as possible, or at least to suppress it first.

The sun is still shining outside, and the summer cicadas have subsided a little, but the heat has not completely dissipated.

Originally, Maca would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the summer feeling - he was the kind of person he was, but now, he didn't have the heart to enjoy life.

"It's been a terrible summer vacation." Maca muttered casually as she flipped through her notebook.