The night tour of Hogwarts Castle is a regular evening program for the trio of little lions. With a map of the living spots that clearly shows everyone's name and path of movement, it is not difficult to avoid the professor or Filch who patrol at night.

Even though one of them is still lying in the ward, the other two are still not slacking off. That night, Harry and Hermione came out of the Gryffindor common room.

They first secretly went to the school hospital, and after visiting Ron and Helen, who had not yet woken up, they went to the office of the professor of the ancient magic language where Maca was.

On the way, they carefully chose a different route from Filch, and very quickly avoided Peeves, who was playing pranks at night, and the journey was smooth and smooth.

When they both reached the office door, Maca, who had buried herself behind a large pile of papers, suddenly looked up, waved at the door, and opened it before Harry could raise his hand and knock on it.

"Oh-"

Harry, who wanted to knock lightly, let out a small whisper, and subconsciously looked into the office, but did not immediately see where Maca was.

"I know it's you......" Maca's voice rang out from behind the mountain of books on her desk, "Come on in!" ”

The office is still typical of the "maca style", with parchment paper, stripped of books, tied in bundles, and stacked in a mess. Aside from the increase in numbers, there hasn't been much change here from the beginning.

However, there is still a path left in the space from the door to the desk for people to walk, otherwise, it is estimated that there is no ability to go to Maca properly.

“…… Uh, is it okay to light the fireplace? ”

Walking along the path between the mountains of books and the sea of papers, Harry saw a burning fireplace on one side, and the tongue of fire in it was almost licking the pile of parchment that lay on the edge of the fireplace.

"No problem," said Maca casually, "of course I've done a good job of fireproofing—come here!" Walk to your desk and turn right! ”

Harry and Hermione walked around and finally saw Maca sitting in an office chair with a thick notebook in her hand.

"Huh?" Sensing that they weren't moving, Maca turned her head to look at it and said, "Ah, I'm sorry—"

He picked up the staff leaning against the table and pointed at the two large stacks of parchment beside him. In an instant, the two piles of paper twisted and distorted into two upholstered chairs.

"I don't think you'll need a chair—" he laughed, "you can lean against the stack of books in the back...... Well, looking at how cold you guys are, would you like a cup of hot cocoa? ”

"No, no need...... Hermione, who had just sat down with Harry, immediately excused herself, "It looks like you're still busy, and we won't delay you for too long." ”

"It's okay, I don't think I've been idle much, so it doesn't matter!"

Maca waved her staff in the direction of the fireplace in the distance, and the teapot that had been set up next to the fireplace suddenly leaped high and floated in front of him along with two ordinary cups.

After pouring the coffee-colored liquid from the jug into the cups one by one, the teapot flew back to the iron frame in front of the fireplace.

"Let's talk about it! What's the matter with coming to me so late? Maca asked softly as she let the two steaming cups float in front of Harry and Hermione, "There's no fireplace in the hallway of the castle, and it's cold to walk outside." ”

"It's because Professor McGonagall ......"

Hermione picked up the cup of hot cocoa in front of her, took a small sip, and suddenly a warm fragrance spread in her mouth, down her throat to her stomach.

"Oh – it tastes so good! Well, I mean to say...... Professor McGonagall wouldn't let us visit Ron, so we had to go at night. ”

"Maca, what did you put in the hot cocoa? How is it different from what I've drunk before? Harry said curiously.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Maca looked at him and smiled, causing goosebumps to run on Harry's back, "Have you been there then?" I mean the wards of the school hospital. ”

"Yes," Hermione replied, surveying the hot drink in her cup, "I wish Ron and Helen were getting better soon......

"Marka, I have a question for you here......" Harry seemed to quickly give up on inquiring about the secret recipe for the contents of the cup, "how is Sirius?" You seem to be in a good mood, you must have found him, right? ”

"Yes, that's right." Maca flipped through the pages of the book and said, "He's still on the wizarding side of the United States, and this time he's injured and needs some time to recover." ”

"That'...... Nothing dangerous, right? Harry hurriedly asked.

"Of course, I've already treated him, and I'll give you a healthy godfather before Christmas." Maca smiled and said, "Well, but only if he doesn't have the urge to run out on his own." ”

"It's difficult...... I'm afraid," Harry said with some concern, "Sirius never stopped. ”

"Well...... "Well," Maka said, shrugging her shoulders, "It used to be like this, but this time it's really uncertain." ”

As he said this, the two sisters immediately flashed through his mind, and he immediately shook his head with a secret smile.

Sirius and Harry's father, James Potter, were friends of the same age, but now that Harry was so old, Sirius still had his hands in his hands was not a good thing.

"Look at Dumbledore and Greenwald again! Could it be that as a wizard, the stronger the magic, the easier it is to ......"

The more you think about this question, the more information will appear, and Maca immediately strangled this thought in her heart, so as not to be unfortunate enough to be tricked.

“…… Maca, what are you talking about? Seeing him muttering to himself, Hermione couldn't help but ask a little strangely.

"Huh? No, it's nothing—" Maka shook her head repeatedly, "Ahem, by the way, we'll go to Hagrid's tomorrow evening, and we'll have to go to a more special funeral." ”

"Funeral?" Harry was shocked, "Who died?" Someone we all know? ”

"Hmm...... Not 'people', to be exact. Maca said with a little emotion, "You'll know when you go." ”

"Can't you say it now?" When he heard that there was another death, Harry couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"It's not that I can't say it, it's just that ......," Maca thought for a moment, "I think you've never seen it, but it's ...... with you It's a passing fate! ”

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

Maca looked back and forth at the two of them, feeling a little regretful for the intertwined past.

In the secret room incident of that year, Maca put herself in the shadows and single-handedly guided the course of the incident. In order to be safe, to avoid risks, and to put the deviated path back on track, he skipped some unstable processes in the middle.

Therefore, the trio of lion cubs, who were supposed to know Aragog, have not seen it until now.

But although Maca regrets it now, she doesn't regret it. Harry, they don't want to make anything good happen just because they meet with Aragog, and what is already in the past, let it drift away with the wind.

"Anyway," Maca said seriously, looking up, "its name is 'Aragog', and it's an eight-eyed spider raised by Hagrid. Some time ago, it and its children were seduced by Voldemort, which led to today's spider attack. ”

"It's a big spider?" Hermione said incredulously, "I thought it was dangerous enough for Hagrid to raise a fire dragon, but he actually raised a big spider?" And gave birth to such a large number of children and grandchildren? ”

"Aragog......" Marka sighed, "he's actually a pretty good fellow. ”

As he spoke, he looked down at the book in his hand again, and then turned the page again.

“…… Marca, you've been reading this book since just now," Hermione poked her head over, "what's this about?" ”

"It's an uncommon ancient language, not quite the same as it is now," Maca casually explained, "I'm making some preparations to bolster the Hogwarts garrison. ”

"Is it another ancient demonic script?" When Hermione heard this, she put on a look of joy when she saw the hunt.

"No, it's not a magic script, it's just plain language." "It turns out that learning one more foreign language is quite important! ”

"Foreign language?" Harry was surprised, "What does this have to do with strengthening the garrison?" Are you going to hire any foreign wizards to help us defend Hogwarts? ”

"Almost!" Maca replied with a smile.

After that, the three of them chatted for a while. Eventually, at Hermione's prompting, Harry proposed a plan to start a Defence Against the Dark Arts study group, and Maca agreed on the spot.

So, the time after the funeral from Hagrid's tomorrow evening was also booked by them.

After Maca watched Harry and Hermione leave his office, he sat back in his chair, thinking about a small talk he had just talked about.

“…… Helen Schoen. Maca chewed on the name and thought it secretly.

Judging from the way Hermione mentioned this girl when she was a child, she had a considerable affection for this girl. According to the various behaviors described in her mouth, she was indeed a lovely little girl who knew how to measure herself.

For example, when Hermione expressed her confusion about whether or not to let her join the Defense Study Group, she immediately "sensibly" took the initiative to back down.

In Maka's view, such an overly knowledgeable move is inevitably a little deliberate.

"Anyway, now she's still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, so let's observe it for the time being!" Maca thought.

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