At this moment, the Great Hall of Hogwarts is particularly beautiful and spectacular because of the large number of Christmas decorations.

The walls are covered with weeping ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees are erected throughout the room, some with shiny Xiaoice pillars, others with hundreds of candles.

Seeing how Professors McGonagall and Flitwick magically decorated the place so beautifully that Maca couldn't help but want to try something here.

He took out a small, snow-white bottle from the inside of his robe, and carefully dripped a few drops of cold liquid on a stand under a Christmas tree.

"What did you pour down there?"

Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked over, but she didn't immediately get angry, it seems that Maca's strategy to impress her last time did work.

"Oh, Professor, you'll find out in a minute." Maca said with a smile.

As soon as Maca's words fell, the effect of those few drops of liquid was already visible. A hazy white mist rose from under the tree, and instead of sinking like the other chills, it swirled around the tree upwards towards the enchanted ceiling.

In the white mist, there are faint sparkling lights that give this Christmas tree a very unique beauty.

"It's a half-finished product I tossed when I was researching potions, and it looks beautiful, but it's a little cold." Maca looked at her masterpiece and felt quite satisfied.

"yes, that looks really good!" Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "Give a few drops to the others!" I think Albus will love this...... I mean, Professor Dumbledore. ”

Not far away, Hermione looked at the white mist Christmas tree, her eyes shining brightly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione said to Harry.

"Yes! That's awesome! Harry looked like it too.

"I'd rather like Professor Flitwick's golden bubbles, they look golden." Ron saw Professor Flitwick spewing strings of golden bubbles with his wand and hanging them from the branch of the newly moved tree.

Hagrid, who was next to him, was also looking at the decorations, but suddenly as if he remembered something, he turned his head to the three of them and asked, "How many days off are there?" ”

"It's only one day!" Hermione said, "Oh, that reminds me - Harry, Ron, there's still half an hour to eat, we should go to the library." ”

"Oh, yes, you're right." Ron said, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.

"Library?" Hagrid said, following them out of the auditorium, "Reading a book on vacation?" Isn't that too much effort? ”

"Oh, we're not reviewing our homework." Harry happily said to him, "Ever since you mentioned Nicol Lemay, we've been trying to figure out who he is. ”

"What!" Hagrid's expression was horrified, "Listen to me—I told you, stop it!" The big dog guarding something has nothing to do with you. ”

"We just want to know who Nicol Lemay is, nothing else." Hermione said.

"Are you willing to tell us lest we have to bother?" Harry added, "We've been looking through at least a hundred books these days, and we haven't even found a shadow of him—just give us a hint!" I know where I've seen his name. ”

"I'm not going to say anything." Hagrid said dryly.

"Well, why don't you go ask Maca, Hermione?" Ron said to Hermione.

"It's all said no, Maca has been busy lately, and I don't want to disturb him." It seems that this is not the first time that Ron has proposed to ask Marca, but Hermione never seems to agree.

"He's not idle right now! You see he's still there helping the professors set up the auditorium! Ron looked at Maca, who was not far from them, and wondered.

Hagrid stood by with an angry look on his face, watching the three children discuss the matter in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

"I said no!" Hermione couldn't help but shout at Ron.

Her voice was obviously a bit loud, and Maca looked back at her quizzically, and after speaking to Professor McGonagall, walked this way.

"What's going on, Hermione? Why is it angry again? He asked curiously.

"No, nothing—" "Maca, who is Nicol Lemay?" "Don't ask!"

Three times in a row, Marka looked Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid back and forth in surprise, and then smiled and said, "Hey—two-to-one, then I won't talk about it." ”

"Uh, do you really know who Nicol Lemay is?" Hearing that Maca seemed to know, Hermione asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to know? If you want to know, I'll tell you. Maca thought to herself—you'll find out sooner or later.

"No, no." Hermione pursed her lips and hesitated, but shook her head.

Contrary to Harry's fears, Hermione was simply wondering who Nicol Lemay was. After seeing that Maca's progress had far surpassed hers, she just wanted to catch up with him on her own, even if it was just in such a small thing.

Although she was a little curious about what was hidden behind the three-headed dog Louwe, for Hermione, how to gain knowledge through her own efforts was the only thing she valued at the moment.

"Then we'll have to find it ourselves." Ron couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw that Maca didn't answer.

He felt that Maca had always been a good friend of his, just like Harry—even before he knew Harry. But now, he refuses to tell himself a small answer, he knows who Nicol Lemay is!

Of course, Ron was just a little upset, friends were still friends, and Maca would always show him his homework when he needed it.

"That'...... I went to the library. Hermione saw that Ron was pulling Harry to the door, and was looking at her!

"It's okay, let's go!" Maca smiled, he didn't have time to pay attention to Ron's childishness, anyway, he would come back in two days and ask him to borrow a paper on the history of magic.

He waved at Hermione, but his mind had flown somewhere else.

Yes, Nicol Lemay. After Maca had met the three-headed dog Lowe that night, she had already looked up all the information about the great alchemist. But what made him hesitate was that he was not sure whether he should ask Dumbledore to introduce him to the legend.

You know, before long, the only philosopher's stone in the world that can give people eternal life will be destroyed.

However, it is not to be mentioned whether Dumbledore will agree to his request. The point is, even if he succeeds in meeting Nicol Lemay, what happens next?

Do you want to say to Lemay—oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes to see, you know, those about the Philosopher's Stone, you won't need it in the future anyway!

In fact, Maca felt that even if he put it in front of him, he couldn't understand it at all, what was alchemy? He didn't have a clue.

After much deliberation, he finally gave up - Dumbledore didn't plan to use the Philosopher's Stone to renew his life, obviously there must be some reason for this, he and Lemay were good friends for a long time.

After rejecting this tempting plan, Maka left for a trip to the Room of Need, where he wanted to make some preparations for Christmas this year.

……

The long-awaited Christmas holidays are finally here, and many students have chosen to go home for Christmas, and some have even planned a short-term family trip party for Christmas. For wizards, traveling is as easy and convenient as going to work every day, and the nearly three-week Christmas break is almost unfinished!

On the way to the Hogwarts Express, everyone was laughing and discussing, and it seemed that everyone was looking forward to this Christmas.

Still carrying his light suitcase, Marka let the owl Marfa stand on his shoulder, and secretly left the Hogwarts Express platform - he was going to Hogsmeade first, and personally delivered the potions that had been recently prepared, and by the way, he would calculate the profits so far.

The popularity of the Immortal Hidden Elixir is very good, and each batch of the Elixir will be sold out in a very short period of time. While this is a good thing, the serious shortage of production is already becoming apparent.

In fact, this is also a matter of no choice, the profits from the preparation of simple potions are usually very transparent, and in the wizarding world where human resources are weak, the ones who make more money will always be high-quality.

"Those potions chains that make money on small profits and quick sales are all supported by house-elves!"

When Maca spoke this to his partner, Mr. Tyrande, he was told the news explicitly.

"Behind those chain stores, there is usually one, if not several, pure-blood wizard families, and those are the property of the powerful."

"Well, my dear Mr. Tyrande, I wish us a prosperous business once again!" Maca laughed, "I should go—you don't mind if I use your fireplace, do you?" ”

"Oh-of course not, ahem...... If you don't mind, please feel free to use it. Tyrande's bandaged face seemed to smile.

God knows if he smiled or not, this can only be guessed, and he can't see it anyway.

"Lovegood's house" "Bang! ”

"Oh-ahem-ahem--Mei, Merlin is on top!" Tyrande shuddered at the green flames rising high in the fireplace, "How did he do that?" Ahem, ahem—"

He's not the first to be frightened by the vision of Maca when she uses Floo Powder, and he certainly won't be the last. The poor fellow, he had developed a greater sense of awe for the pretending mysterious Maca.

“…… Ahem, should it be, ahem, ahem, ahem...... You should find an opportunity to put the first 50 pieces, cough cough ...... Is it better to give him 50 gold galleons? Tyrande looked at the empty fireplace and coughed even more.