"Maka, what did Lupine say to you just now?"
Seeing Ron's attitude of asking questions as soon as he sat down, could Maka not know what he was thinking? But even if the other party has this intention, there are some things that Maka can't tell him directly.
"What, you want to help?"
Seeing that Maka only had a noncommittal smile on her face, Ron suddenly shook his head dejectedly.
"Actually, I also understand that with my little ability, I can't help much!" He held a cup of butterbeer and said helplessly, "But... Maka, I won't mention those cover-up words in front of you. Yes. Yes, I just want to do something—just like Neville and Harry!"
"So when you come here now, you actually want to ask me if there is any way to catch up with Harry?"
Maka nodded and simply said what Ron meant. Ron's attitude was no longer vague this time. After hearing what Maka said, he immediately acknowledged what he said.
"Maka, you know!" Ron said sincerely, "I have been working hard, but -"
"Well, you don't need to say it, I know it all." Maka smiled at him again, and then said seriously, "Not only me, everyone has seen your efforts... If you ask me, you are actually very powerful. Yes, it’s just that you haven’t noticed it yet!”
Ron heard this, and after a brief pause, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Maka, please stop comforting me... I don't know how powerful I am! Forget it, I also know that it is useless to worry about this kind of talent, and magic strength cannot be obtained by opportunism. acquired… "
Maka got funnier and funnier as he listened, and finally interrupted him suddenly:
"Oh, one thing I have to make clear to you - I was not comforting you just now! After all, sometimes, the person who can't see the most clearly is himself, especially someone like you... "
While saying this, Maka picked up the cup and took a sip of butterbeer, and then continued:
"After all, do you understand what magic is?"
"ah?"
Hearing Maka suddenly ask a strange question, Ron was immediately confused.
"'What is magic'..." He murmured for a while, and then said with some uncertainty, "It is to recite the 'magic syllables' according to a specific rhythm, and guide it with the help of the waving trajectory of the wand, and finally let everything come naturally. A pattern that occurs with unnatural forces?”
"The answer is very standard, as if it was memorized from a book." Maka smiled and nodded, but then shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, what I asked about was the concept of magic itself, not Ways to make magic happen.”
After restating the question he just asked, he continued:
"Of course, it's better if you memorize the word 'law' first, at least I won't have to explain it anymore. And the so-called 'magic' includes every magic you know. Mantras—they are actually phenomena formed after our hearts resonate with a certain 'law'."
"Do you understand?" Maka pointed to her chest and said, "Remember, all magic is not a tool, but an expression of our inner will. And the strength of our hearts is actually what makes magic powerful. The most direct and effective guarantee!”
As for this, he suddenly said bluntly:
"In other words, as long as your will is strong enough, even for just a moment, it will bring you power beyond your own imagination."
"Strength of the heart...?" Ron listened and couldn't help but frowned and said, "Maka, tell me about the heart... You clearly know that I am not a person with a strong heart."
"Is this really the case?" Maka spread her hands in disbelief, "Then let me ask you, if Ginny is like she was before and was taken away by some dark wizard... what will happen to you?"
"Of course I will save her without hesitation!" Ron slapped his thigh and said, "Whoever dares to do something to Ginny, I will fight him even if I risk my life!"
"very good."
Just when Ron thought Maka wanted to say "This is the strength of the heart", he heard Maka say again:
"So, if you finally find out that the 'dark wizard' who captured Ginny is actually your best brother - Harry? Can you still attack him?"
Ron was stunned when he heard this.
"I..." He hesitated and shook his head hard, "I don't know."
"Look! This is proof that you can't see yourself clearly," Maka pointed at his nose. "Listen, I can guarantee you that even if Harry is really standing in front of you at that time, you will definitely take action. !Remember? You almost beat me up because of Hermione!"
"Oh! Maka, don't mention that..."
Seeing Ron's ashamed expression, Maka couldn't help but laugh.
"Haha! Okay, I won't talk about this for now. Just remember to think about it carefully later! It's just..."
Having said this, he suddenly stood up and walked to the open space next to the table. Immediately afterwards, Ron saw him waving to him.
"About strength, I have something else to tell you," he said, "Come! Take out your wand and use a disarming spell on me - if you can take away this half glass of butterbeer from my hand , then I will tell you a way to become stronger quickly!"
"What?" Ron was stunned, and then said in surprise, "Isn't it? No, no, no... Use the disarming spell to snatch something from your hand? How is this possible!"
"Well, maybe not! Not to say 100%, at least 99% can't be done." Maka said with a smile.
"Are you trying to tell me that if you don't try, then you really can't do it 100% of the time?" Ron pursed his lips and scratched his head with a subtle expression.
However, Maka said with a strange expression:
"It's good that you think so, because it is indeed a very positive thought. But... I actually want to ask you, why don't you give it a try for the 'one percent' possibility? I Won’t you fight back?”
Before he finished speaking, Ron suddenly took out the wand from his sleeve and flicked it towards him. Immediately, a red arc of light passed between the two and headed straight for him.
Unfortunately, Ron saw Maka reaching to the side, and the red light was led to the side by the trajectory drawn by his palm, and fell to the ground, exploding a cloud of dust.
"Hey!" Maka teased, "You want to sneak attack me? You're not even close to that!"
"I just said no!"
Ron immediately collapsed on the armchair in annoyance, with an awkward look on his face. But if you look carefully, you can find that the corners of his mouth have already curled up in a relaxed arc.
yes! Didn’t Maka say that before? Strength doesn't necessarily have to be reflected in magic, right
…
"You had a fight with Maka just now? What happened?"
After Ron returned to the other side of the dance floor, he was immediately surrounded by Hermione and others. Obviously, there were more than one or two people who were curious about the disarming spell just now.
"Look! The guests are all looking towards you... Tell me, what happened?"
"It's really nothing!" Ron said innocently, "I just wanted to talk to Maka and let him guide me. The disarming spell just now was also a way for him to test me."
"What did he teach you?" Neville asked quickly, "Did he teach you any new spell-casting skills? Come on, tell me, I want to learn it too!"
"No," Ron said after pushing Neville away who was too close, "He just told me some truths, for example..."
After that, Ron probably knew that he couldn't do it even if he didn't want to, so he confessed everything about what happened.
Hermione and others, who learned that Maka was indeed just giving Ron some relief, naturally also learned about Ron's inner struggles. So, several of them also comforted him a few words.
But to be honest, words of comfort like this would actually make Ron even less confident. If it had been before, he might have smiled on the surface and said he understood, but deep down he would have only become more disappointed.
Fortunately, after what Maka said just now, Ron has found a target. Even though the goal was not clear yet, he finally knew what he should be busy with next.
And unknowingly, the lively wedding of sisters Fred, George and Olsen gradually progressed into the night.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Today's dinner is ready! Please come to the tent and enjoy the fine wine and food we have carefully prepared!"
The sun has already sunk into the Western Mountains, and the stars in the sky and the rising silver moon have added a bit of coolness to the earth.
And high in the sky, two special star points were running in different directions and throwing "little tails", but they brought an extra sense of mystery to the night.
At night, Mr. Weasley stood at the door of the tent lit by fireflies, greeting all the guests with a smile on his face, and invited those who could stay until the evening to have a sumptuous dinner.
At this moment, Maka, who had been sitting on the outer edge, suddenly nodded slightly at Lupine, Sirius and others, then put down the already empty wine glass, got up and walked towards Mr. Weasley.
"Sorry, Lupin and I still have some things to do, so let's just pay for this dinner!" He said with a smile, "When I come back to visit again, remember to prepare more of Madam's meat pies for me! "
"Oh, are you leaving now?" Mr. Weasley paused after hearing the sound, but nodded shortly after, "Then, I won't ask what it is... Anyway, be careful! If necessary, our family will You can be a reserve member of the Order of the Phoenix!"
"Thank you!" Maka thanked her solemnly, "Of course, let's enjoy the wedding of our two sons today! Remember to drink more!"
After Lupin and the others also spoke to Mr. Weasley one after another, they quickly walked around the tent, walked into the shadows behind and disappeared.