In the days that followed, everything seemed a bit of a mess and it was frustrating.

At Christmas, Hermione's polyjuice potion was finally boiled, and Ron and Harry turned into Malfoy's two idiot henchmen and went to Malfoy's to get some worthless information.

However, Hermione turned into a cat lady and spent several weeks in the school hospital because she put a cat hair into a compound decoction as a human hair.

When Hermione was finally discharged from the hospital, they picked up a somewhat faded black-covered journal with a faint date written on the cover, which was about fifty years ago.

And on the first page of this old diary, only one name written in vague ink can be recognized - Tom Riddle.

The three of them stared at the diary, stunned that they hadn't researched anything. In the end, Harry had to put it at the head of the bed and see when he had a way.

He always felt that the old diary looked suspicious.

After that, Valentine's Day is here again.

This Valentine's Day is obviously not very pleasant.

Lockhart found twelve grim-faced dwarfs out of nowhere. And they were different from ordinary dwarves, Loha held them all with golden wings and harps on their backs.

Those little dwarfs send greeting cards everywhere, and sometimes they will tear their throats to the same hoarse and ugly music, which is really avoidable.

Later, the journal disappeared, but Harry didn't find it in the first place.

Wake up early the next morning with a sunny and sunny weather and a pleasant breeze.

"It's the perfect weather for a Quidditch match!" At the Gryffindor table, Wood said enthusiastically, adding plenty of scrambled eggs to each team's plate. "Harry, cheer up, you need a good breakfast."

Harry left the auditorium with Ron and Hermione to pack up his game belongings, and by this time, there was a very heavy worry in his already chaotic heart. Because just as he was stepping up the marble staircase, he suddenly heard the voice again.

"This time it's going to kill people...... Let me tear ...... Let me tear ......"

He shouted, and Ron and Hermione jumped away from him in horror.

"That voice!"

Harry said, turning his head to look back, "I heard it again - did you hear that?" ”

Ron shook his head, his eyes wide open, and Hermione listened with a puzzled look, but still didn't hear anything.

"That's right, Harry! Last time you said, what happened to Hagrid's chickens? Hermione's eyes widened, and she asked suddenly.

"Chickens? What's wrong? Harry wondered," Hagrid said...... Well, the chickens were bitten to death by something......"

"Oh! I think I need to check it out! ”

As she spoke, she hurried away and went upstairs.

"What did she understand?" Harry said in a flustered voice, still looking around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

"I don't know." Ron said, shaking his head.

"But why did she go to the library?"

"Because that's Hermione's style," Ron said, his face a little ugly, "I don't want to go......"

……

And just half an hour ago, there was a request in the room.

"What you want to help me with is to cross out this symbol with a knife when I call your name."

Maca spoke carefully to Willy, who was squatting on the ground.

"Hmm."

"Okay, let's get started."

Maca said, walking towards the center of the room.

On the floor in the middle of an open field conjured up by the Room of Requirement, some special symbols are being drawn. Between these symbols, neat lines are connected back and forth, forming an irregular pattern.

It looked a lot like a circuit diagram invented by Muggles.

The ink used to trace these symbols and lines looks very special, it is a purple-black imprint, and from time to time there is a faint blue light that looms, revealing an inexplicable mystery.

Maca stood barefoot in a certain position of the array, and stepped on the break point of a line with her left and right feet, connecting the entire array with her body.

Suddenly, those purple-black lines and symbols erupted with a surprising blue glow, enveloping Maca's entire person.

Maka, who had already experimented extensively, was not surprised by this, and he stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, Maca felt a wave of nausea and felt like throwing up.

At the same time, a lot of faint black smoke suddenly came out of his body. In a short time, a huge black mist skull formed behind Maca.

The skull looked hideous, and it suddenly opened its mouth and let out a silent roar at Maka.

"Hmm......"

Maca felt pain, but he hadn't shown it yet, and his face was still calm.

It's just that this feeling is as if something wants to shake his soul out of his body, and as the power disappears little by little, his whole body becomes weak.

"No, I'll have to wait a little longer......"

Maca thought calmly, maintaining her standing posture, but her knees and palms trembling slightly showed that this was not easy.

Second! The black mist skull let out a second roar!

Maca snorted, her eyes widened, and the bloodshot on the whites of her eyes was almost visible.

But this patience was not in vain, and soon, a faint phantom "bulged" out of Maca's body, although the head and feet were still tightly connected to Maca, but the body parts were "blown" out of the shell by the silent roar of the skull.

Maca stared at the translucent blur of the shadow—he was using his eyes to confirm the integrity of his soul.

After a while, he still couldn't hold it anymore after all, and weakly shouted "Blois".

When Willy heard this, she immediately slashed hard at the floor with her knife.

With that tooth-aching crunch, the magical brilliance disappeared in an instant, and the black mist skull quickly dissipated. Maka's soul returned to his body again, while he himself was half-kneeling on the floor, gasping for air.

"The Phoenician script is still too rudimentary, and the accuracy is really difficult to control, resulting in too much volatility."

Maca thought as she lay herself flat on the floor, her chest heaving violently.

"......" Willy walked up to Maca and crouched down beside him, quietly looking at his face.

"Are you alright?" She whispered.

Maca shook her head slightly, and after regaining her strength a little, she sat up again.

"Help me get the notebook on the table, thank you."

After taking the plunge once, a lot of important experimental data was generated, which needed to be recorded in the first place.

After a long while, he slowly stood up and left the Room of Request with Willy's active support.

If it had been before, Maca would have been surprised by Willy's behavior. But now, he just had some doubts about it.

By this time, the students and professors had gone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game, and the castle seemed a little empty. But when they first arrived near the library, they bumped into Lockhart.

"Uh," Lockhart was stunned for a moment, then changed to a smile, "Oh, isn't this Maca?" What's wrong with you, do you need my help? ”

Maca glanced at him and shook her head slightly.

"Oh-okay, but I think you'd better be—"

Before Lockhart could finish his sentence, Maca suddenly drew her wand.

"Oh my God! What are you doing? Lockhart hurriedly took out his wand and said to Maca in a panic.

"Go aside."

Maca stood up straight, and with a quick swing of her wand, catapulted Lockhart into the nearby hallway. By this time, his eyes were tightly closed.

"Miss Blois, close your eyes and go down the corridor over there," he said, standing in front of Willy, "Professor Lockhart, you too—if you don't want to die." ”

After that, he no longer bothered with Lockhart, but muttered something in a low voice.

"Concentrate...... Swiftness. ”

That's the Assassin ability he learned from Alani.

Suddenly, Maca's perception ability has been greatly improved, and the agility of her body has also increased a lot.

But after all, he was already in a state of weakness, and these gains could only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

But in any case, he also had to go on.

"Why is the basilisk on ......" Maca thought here, but paused again, "Hermione? ”

"Shhhh

Maca tilted her head to catch all the movement.

He could feel the basilisk approaching—he could even hear the slight sound of snake scales wriggling and rubbing on the ground, but his physical strength forced him to defend instead of attack.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from the left front, and he took a few steps back without hesitation.

Rumble!

The basilisk slammed into the hallway floor, smashing a small crater and cracking the slab, splashing a lot of stone debris.

Maca thought of many ways in an instant, but he eliminated them one by one.

The most difficult part of dealing with the basilisk is that you must not look into the eyes of the basilisk. Looking directly is the effect of death, even if you see it indirectly, you will be petrified.

In this way, the "eye disease curse" can be said to be the right medicine, but if you want to aim, you will inevitably meet the gaze of the basilisk, and it is difficult to hit it; With other aggressive spells, Maca doesn't have that strength right now, not to mention that the basilisk's demon-resistant scale armor that almost covers her whole body is not a joke.

And if you use potions to deal with the basilisk......

"I can only try."

Thinking so, Maca simply put away her wand and pulled out a pure black potion bottle from her bosom.

This is exactly what happened to Maca after last Christmas when she was researching the wandless attack, the Mighty Bottle.

Now that the vial has been updated to the second generation, how effective can it be in the face of a basilisk, a magical creature with strong magical powers?

Truth be told, Maca also wants to know.