When Hermione faced the vicious Voldemort, a smile of excitement appeared on Maca's face.

"Hah! Finally- it's finally done! ”

He sat in the Room of Requirement, and on the table in front of him lay a piece of parchment, on which a character shimmered with a wonderful icy blue glow. What was even more surprising was that the entire piece of parchment exuded a faint chill, and there were even ice chips spreading and condensing on the surface.

"And so it was," Maka exclaimed, "it's amazing! This is the rule, which represents the cooling rule of the substance! This is the connection between spirit and matter! ”

He carefully pulled the Scroll of Truth out of his bosom - it was packed in a cylinder by Maca, and as he slowly unfolded, the symbols conveyed various messages to him.

"Do these—each one, represent a rule?" Maca moved her gaze slowly, looking at the wonderful symbols, and couldn't stop admiring, "I can't imagine who discovered them one by one and recorded them on this scroll...... This is indeed the 'Scroll of Truth,' and what is recorded on it is an eternal truth! ”

Although he has not yet been able to parse out all the rule runes above, as long as he has a good start, I believe that the difficulty of the next one will be much reduced.

"Well, it's getting late today, let's go to bed first!" He said casually, reloading the scroll of truth, and discreetly placing it back in his arms.

Maca made a stroke on the rune that represented the cooldown, and the rune immediately lost its effect, and the ice crystals no longer increased. But in just a few moments, a small part of the entire table was eroded by the cold, and the edges were already covered with ice edges.

It can be seen that the speed of action of the rune is average, but as long as it is not destroyed, it will continue to be carried out, and its power can be seen.

He packed up his things, then took out the Immortal Hidden Elixir and took a sip, and then left the Room of Request.

Late at night, Hogwarts was as dark as ever, but Maca was used to it. He walked down the stairs with ease, and the speed of the car was very fast, but he did not make a sound.

Suddenly, he stopped suddenly, and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

"Quirrell!" Maca stared at the figure who ran out of the corridor on the fourth floor and quickly went downstairs, with a look of disbelief, "What's that in his hand?" Philosopher's Stone? Could it be—"

Maca knew what she was missing, and the Philosopher's Stone was revealed as Quirrell's sleeve floated up, with a faint glimmer of golden light, especially in the darkness.

"How is that possible!" Maca quickly followed, he was now invisible, not afraid of being discovered by Quirrell.

Quirrell is fast, Maca is faster. The dark days at Topoin were not in vain, he was extremely fast, and he followed Quirrell steadily, but the other party did not notice him at all.

When the two turned a corner, Maca was startled again.

"Hermione?"

Maybe it was because he was too concerned about the golden mangs of the Philosopher's Stone just now, or maybe it was because of the wrong angle, and it was only now that he found Hermione in Quirrell's hand.

She seemed to be enchanted, and was dragged by Quirrell motionless, but light as air.

"What should I do?" Maca hesitated, he couldn't do it easily, the other party had a hostage in his hand.

This situation happened again, although Maca had prepared the means to deal with it because of Luna's lesson last time. But at this critical moment, he hesitated again in his heart.

No matter how effective the means were, he was always afraid that there would be a case, and he decided to wait.

Although he didn't know why Dumbledore hadn't shown up yet, Maca believed that the unfathomable Great White Wizard must have all this in his hands.

Following all the way, both sides were quite fast, and after a while, they came to the gate of Hogwarts.

Quirrell's goal is to leave Hogwarts, but he can't apparinate within the castle range, so he must escape from this range, and there is still a chance!

But he hadn't seen Dumbledore until he had walked past Hagrid's hut—he couldn't wait.

Maca reached for the inside of her robe, then flicked a pink bottle straight at Quirrell. With a finger of his wand, the bottle suddenly shattered, and a pink mist enveloped Quirrell's entire person.

"The flames are blazing!" With a flick of her wand, she precisely controlled the flames to form a circle of fire on the ground, centering Quirrell and the pink mist.

"Hold your breath!" A deep voice rang out, but it was answered, "Fool! I also had to spend extra effort to do it myself. ”

That's Voldemort!

As he spoke, he controlled Quirrell step across the ring of fire, not even a single corner of his clothes burned, which must have been the effect of the Freezing Charm.

Quirrell came out of the flames, his eyes flashing with red essence, and he looked a little scary.

"The nebulization effect of the sleeping pill is still too low," Maca stared at him calmly, but her hand did not stop at all.

"Armor protection." "Broken bones!"

The two spells were done almost at the same time, but Maca seemed to be a little earlier, and Voldemort's spell was blocked. Not only that, but Voldemort's spell was even bounced back by the magic shield that appeared in front of Maca. Voldemort quickly dodged, the light of the Shattering Charm brushing past him, and the cuffs became tattered for a moment.

"It does seem to be weak," Maca waved her wand again as she carefully judged Voldemort's state - he wanted to keep Voldemort at bay and not give him time to threaten him with Hermione.

"Except for your weapons!" "Armor protection!"

Another incantation that was being shouted almost at the same time. On the surface, it seems that there is not much difference between the two in the application of actual combat, but Maca knows in her heart that Voldemort's physical strength is a big problem. He was bent over his waist at the moment, which obviously made people feel that he was a little more than enough to be powered.

"Except for your weapon" is a very low difficulty spell, but the power of the spell is constantly changing depending on the user's strength. A slender pillar of red ** power light released from the tip of Maca's wand directly broke the magic shield in front of Voldemort, and Quirrell's wand spun in the air, leaving the opponent's palm.

"Faint!"

At the same time as another spell was released, Maca walked like a fly, bursting out of her fastest speed. He had to get Hermione back as soon as possible so that he could better hold on to his hard-won advantage.

"Three Steps...... Two-step ...... It's just a little bit...... Reach! Maca counted the distance in her mind, and after grabbing Hermione, she threw her back with all her strength.

Just as Maca was calming down, he caught a glimpse of Hermione's frightened eyes.

The next moment, a large hand reached out from behind Maca's back and grabbed his neck fiercely. It was so hard that even his nails were embedded in his skin.

With the other hand, he grabbed Maca's wand and snatched it away.

"Good, good! This is very good! Voldemort's voice came from behind Marka, full of anger, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a gifted little wizard. ”

"You're supposed to be Maca McLean, right? Quirrell and I mentioned you......" he said grimly, "First year, it's hard to believe that you can do this in your first year. ”

"Huh." Maca smiled dryly, "What can compare to you!" I thought your power was supreme, great Dark Lord! ”

"Hmph," Voldemort sneered, "I've rarely heard such a false word." ”

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Maca's neck was choked, which made him a little breathless, and he struggled to squeeze out the next sentence, "I just wanted to save my friend, but I have no hostility towards you, it's true!" I swear to Merlin! ”

"Well, if you're my hostage and obedient, then—" Voldemort's contemptuous words had barely finished when he noticed something unusual that made him stop what he was about to say.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort frowned, staring at a spot not far away, where a figure was visible.

"Looks like I'm still a little late." Dumbledore looked at him intently, a look of regret or guilt in his eyes.

Maca looked at Dumbledore's figure and knew that he wanted to take him by surprise, so she put a phantom charm on herself. Unexpectedly, he was still a step late, and he was controlled by Voldemort first.

What bad luck!

Maca thought to herself, but said again, "Dumbledore, I've taken up the Dark Lord!" Do you know? I don't need your help, the great Dark Lord is right! Dark magic is the ultimate magic that every wizard should pursue, and you stubborn old man with a big beard won't understand! ”

While Maca was changing her way to hold Voldemort, she secretly gave Dumbledore a look, signaling him to take Hermione as soon as possible.

Dumbledore frowned, watching Maca say nothing, as if he was really stimulated by Maca's words.

"Hmph," Voldemort sneered, "I think that's what you really think—I can understand that I've been through it at your age." Especially if you're just as smart and have a deep thirst for powerful magic......"

"In your spell, I can feel the destructive power that yearns for the extreme. Okay, if you can help me get out, I'll give you a seat as a Death Eater. ”

Being a child will always have all sorts of disadvantages and benefits. How to apply them flexibly and turn the bad into the good depends on the individual's ability, such as contempt. Voldemort was still as arrogant as ever, which prevented him from seeing the truth as Dumbledore did.

Maca just made a random slander against Dumbledore, which made Voldemort take a liking for him. Although it is not known whether this favor is true or not, it can be regarded as a temporary security.

He cooperated with Voldemort and left in the distance, and Dumbledore moved his feet, but remained where he was. Behind Dumbledore, Hermione, lying on the ground, stared at Maca as she faded away, her eyes unblinking, her vision blurred with tears pouring in.