With the "Flask Two" in her hand, Maca carefully dodged the basilisk's attacks.

No way, not careful.

The shortcomings of this thing are still not solved, and if the shock is too great, Bao Buqi will explode in Maca's hands......

“…… Now is the time. ”

When the wind blew again, Maca tossed the potion bottle in her hand and ran straight back.

"Maca!"

"Huh?"

Maca's heart was shocked, and she suddenly opened her eyes, only to see Hermione standing at the door of the library with a Ravenclaw girl, looking towards him.

It's too late!

He hurriedly slammed a bottle to the ground, and a cold white mist suddenly rose, enveloping the entire corridor in a haze.

If you look closely, there is a faint glitter in it.

Maca was in a hurry and used this thing as a smoke bomb.

But even if Maca moves quickly, it still takes time for the white fog to change from light to thick.

Hermione stood with the other girl, her body stiffening, and in a moment she fell to the ground.

Eventually, the basilisk roared and fled with his wounds.

More than half of the flames from the "Mighty Flask II" fell to the ground and walls, and were extinguished after a while. But the rest of the flames were attached to the head and body of the basilisk, and even though it was rolling and fleeing rapidly, it didn't have much effect.

The flames seemed to be glued to its body, burning continuously, showing no sign of getting smaller.

And Maca was crouching beside Hermione at the moment, looking at her silently.

"How's Miss Granger?" Lockhart suddenly leaned in, "Oh-oh my! ”

Neither Maca nor Willy paid any attention to him, but Lockhart was the kind of person who would shut up when no one spoke.

"That's too bad - I was supposed to ask Miss Granger to help me reply to the fan's warm letters! You know, she's also one of my big readers. ”

Lockhart was nagging vigorously, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

"Maca." Willy stepped forward and looked at Hermione softly.

"It's all right, they're just petrified......" he shook his head and whispered to himself, "Is this the coercion of fate?" ”

Suddenly, Maca's eyes were fixed on Hermione's hand, her eyes full of solemnity.

“…… It seems that the so-called 'coercive force' is not as strong as it seems. ”

He crouched next to Hermione, looking up at the library, frowning in thought. He was connecting all the possibilities one by one, trying to trace back to the source of the outcome in front of him.

After a long moment, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Lockhart.

"You just said you were going to ask Hermione to help you answer the reader's letter?"

"Oh! Oh, yes! Yes...... You know, teaching at Hogwarts has less free time. Lockhart said with regret on his face.

"You didn't ask Harry to answer the letter for you?" Maca's eyes narrowed.

"I'd love to, but Mr. Potter seems to have been busy with Quidditch training or something."

"No wonder I haven't heard about Ron spitting slugs—"

He then gathered his thoughts, and already had some answers in his mind.

"Now that the past is gone, let's try to make amends and see what happens......"

Maca muttered as she walked towards the library, but her hand was already on her wand in her sleeve.

"Forget it!" "Armor protection."

Behind Maca, Lockhart's incantation was heard clearly.

As if he had expected it, he took a step back diagonally without hesitation, and a transparent shield appeared in the magical beam of the Oblivion Spell, bursting with a dazzling glow.

Maca's angle was particularly precise, and the shield was like a mirror, bouncing the Oblivion Charm back to the wall.

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Maca said calmly, looking at Lockhart with an unchanged expression, "Your Oblivion Charm is indeed very good, and if it were to hit it head-on, I am afraid that my Iron Armor Charm at this moment would not be able to completely block this blow." ”

"But remember, now, you owe me a memory." Maca pointed to her head and said lightly.

"You-"

"Or do you want me to expose the 'creative process' of the novels you wrote?"

Marka accentuates the word "creative process" and looks meaningfully at a bewildered Lockhart, waiting for his final reaction.

"Uh...... Hehe, hahaha...... Look at what you said," Lockhart said with an awkward smile, "actually, you misunderstood—"

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, do you need me to explain the specifics to you?" Maca stared into Lockhart's eyes, holding her wand in one hand and pulling out a small potion vial in the other.

"It's called a truth potion, and it's very difficult to make, and to be honest, I don't want to use it. But I think those little stories of yours may be of interest to the reporters of the Daily Prophet. ”

Lockhart stared at the vial in Maca's hand, the smile on his face completely stiffened.

"Uh, well......" he sighed and spread his hands weakly, "what do you want?" ”

"Nothing will happen to make it difficult for you, Professor." "Just remember, you owe me a favor. When I need something, just do me a small favor. ”

“…… When? Lockhart thought for a moment.

"Just in case," Maca shook her head, "I just hope I won't need you in my life." ”

"So be it! I'm gone, and I'm not going to talk about today—" Lockhart turned around in frustration, but before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by Maca.

"Professor Lockhart."

"Anything else?" Lockhart said helplessly.

For him, being caught in the handle is too much of a headache. Now he wants to get out of this place as soon as possible, immediately! Right away!

"If you really need your help, there will be a corresponding reward for you." Maca looked at him and said, "How about a fresh and fiery adventure story?" ”

"Really, really?" Lockhart's eyes lit up.

"I just think that I might not be able to get your help with a single handle."

"Feel free to come to me!" Lockhart beamed.

After a pause, he immediately added, "But it must be within his means." ”

Maca nodded, and then led Willy to the library.

"Why?"

Beside her, Willy looked up at Maca and asked.

"What, why?"

"Remuneration."

Maca looked at Willy and shook her head slightly.

"Didn't I say just now, if you want people to do things sincerely, you must have the same benefits, otherwise the other party will not go all out."

Willie nodded as if she didn't understand, not knowing how much she understood.

As the two of them spoke, they walked quickly to a bookshelf. Maca glanced at the shelves, pulled out a book, tore off a page, and wrote a few words on it.

Then, he walked back to Hermione and shoved the fragment of the page into her stiff hand.

"Although a lot of sheep have been run, the sheepfold still has to be repaired after all." He crouched there and muttered to himself.

Even if Maca doesn't know what happened, the fact that "Ron and Malfoy didn't have a conflict" can already be determined.

Perhaps because of this, neither Harry nor Ron were punished.

Harry didn't go to help Lockhart reply to the letter, and Ron didn't go to the souvenir showroom to wipe the trophy.

It is precisely because of this that Lockhart came to the library today to ask Hermione for help, only to encounter Hermione's attack; And Ron didn't see Tom Riddle's Special Contribution Award trophy in the showroom, and Hermione didn't have the slightest hint about the Chamber of Secrets, so she could only look for a fool of yourself, and still hasn't gained anything.

But Maca didn't expect that it was precisely because he taught Malfoy a lesson last semester that Malfoy didn't dare to insult Hermione with the word "mudblood" again.

This is the real beginning of that series of changes!

"Even ...... It's highly likely that Harry didn't even pick up Voldemort's diary......"

This was Maka's wrong speculation, but it was clear that the general change of the whole event had been reversed by him.

“…… Yes, yes, right over here. ”

Maca jerked her head up, only to find Professor McGonagall and Lockhart hurrying in.

"Uh, Maca......" Lockhart looked at him, a look of embarrassment.

But then, Lockhart suddenly said to Professor McGonagall, "I asked Mr. McClane to guard here." ”

Maca shook her head helplessly.

Although this is obviously the result of Lockhart's dedication, this liar's ability to adapt is still good.

"Professor McGonagall, this is a double attack."

"Oh-yes, I'm sorry for you." Professor McGonagall sighed, "I know you have a good relationship with Miss Granger, but for now, she must be taken to the school hospital first......"

"Yes, I understand." "Do you need my help?" ”

"No, but you can come along."

When Professor McGonagall took Hermione to the school hospital, she hurried to the Quidditch pitch - the event had to be cancelled for the safety of the students.

Maca sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, looking at her calmly, not knowing what she was thinking. Willy stood quietly behind him, staring at his back without saying a word, and her thoughts were equally unknown.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Madam Pomfrey was carefully observing Hermione's condition.

After about ten minutes, Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron to the hospital room.

"Maca!" Ron's eyes widened.

“…… You're coming. Maca looked up and looked at him and Harry with a blank expression.

"Don't you have anything to say!"

Ron glanced at Hermione, who was stiff on the hospital bed, and then lunged over, grabbed Maca's placket with both hands, and pushed him out of his chair and onto the ground.

"Don't you have anything to say!" Ron's hideous face turned straight at Maca, and he asked loudly again.