The clues on Charlotte had just begun, but they were already broken. But there was no way Maka could go past his senior sister and go directly to the Witte family.
That kind of behavior is tantamount to asking for trouble.
Judging from the information he obtained at the dance at MacMillan's house, the Witte family is probably the bloodline left by an ancient wizard. And all the gadgets related to ancient wizards are not simple.
Fortunately, although Maka had made some speculations, she believed that the people created by Voldemort who were covered in black energy were most likely related to the "Abatail" magic book of the Witte family; or, in other words, to that magic book It is related to some kind of "devil ritual" in the film, but this is nothing more than a backup method.
Even if he couldn't get the book, it didn't mean that his plan would be hindered. He still had to continue doing what he had to do.
After a series of complicated tests, Maka finally decided that he would abandon the current form of the wand, start research from scratch, and try to restore the long staff that was very popular in ancient times.
To be honest, that thing is actually not as convenient as the current short wand. It is not conducive to concealed casting, and it is difficult to use it to "paint" rule runes. It is a very uneconomical big thing.
But it also has many benefits, and its biggest feature is that the "magic output upper limit" is very high.
It can be said that this is a very difficult to control, but extremely powerful weapon when used properly.
What if the combat effectiveness of wizards in ancient times was generally astonishingly high, but their numbers were much smaller than today? The poor suitability of spellcasting tools is definitely a big problem.
At that time, it was the true "Wand chooses the wizard", and now the so-called "Wand chooses the wizard" is probably just a legend passed down from ancient times.
"After thinking about it like this, I want to borrow Dumbledore's Elder Wand more and more to study it..." In the cabin of Durmstrang's ship, Maka said thoughtfully, holding her chin. Elderberry and Thestral Tail Feathers... Logically speaking, they shouldn't provide such powerful magic output to the holder... "
"Among the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, the Resurrection Stone should be an alchemical product that affects the soul of the holder; the Invisibility Cloak is just an ordinary magic prop that even Moody's magic eye can see through; and only the Elder Wand , is truly worth seeing..."
However, just when Maca was about to continue immersing himself in his research, he received a very delaying news from Professor Orson -
"The Yule Ball—you should know that this is the traditional program of the Triwizard Tournament. We Durmstrang also have to take this opportunity to show off." Orson said to Maka with a bitter face, "Yes, this is Ka Karloff told me this before setting off, and he also said that you will understand... "
Maka frowned and recalled it, and suddenly she wanted to slap herself in the face - who told him to just talk about it and casually encourage Karkaroff to run the school carefully
Lo and behold, retribution comes much faster than imagined!
"...Yes, that's the case...Professor Karkaroff is right," he said expressionlessly, "I will invite a decent dance partner."
In fact, even if Karkaroff didn't mention it, it would be difficult for him to escape alone. According to tradition, the dancers must be the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament. This time, at best, there is just an extra pair of dancers.
"This couldn't be better... Well, that's right! The dance is only open to students in fourth grade and above, but senior students can send invitations to junior students... The time is at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at twelve o'clock. .”
Maka waved her hand and said, "I know, I will remember it."
…
Compared to Maka's reluctance, Hermione and Harry were facing great psychological challenges in Hogwarts at this time.
"...Listen!" Professor McGonagall looked at the whole class calmly, "The Yule Ball will definitely give us the opportunity to - well - let down our hair and relax."
She said in a disapproving tone.
There were several students below who seemed to want to laugh. They covered their mouths with their hands to prevent the sound from coming out.
Yes, that’s right! Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a tight bun, and she never seemed to let her hair down. When she says that sentence, it always makes people laugh.
"But that doesn't mean," Professor McGonagall continued, "that we will relax our standards of conduct for Hogwarts students. I would be devastated if a Gryffindor student brought the school into disrepute in any way. ."
The bell rang. As usual, everyone stuffed their books into their schoolbags and threw their schoolbags over their shoulders. There was a rush in the classroom.
Professor McGonagall raised her voice and shouted over the noise: "Potter and Granger - please stay a moment, I want to say a few words to you."
Seeing the serious look on Professor McGonagall's face, he immediately began to think out of habit—did he get in the way of school rules again
As a result, he walked listlessly towards the podium.
Hermione next to him was obviously much smarter, and her face turned red all of a sudden.
Professor McGonagall waited until all the students in the class were gone before looking at Harry and saying, "Potter, every warrior has his own partner—"
"What mate?" Harry suddenly looked up from his chaotic thoughts and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if she thought he was joking.
"The one you took to the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your dance partner."
When Harry heard this, he immediately felt as if his internal organs were twisting and shrinking.
"Dance partner?" He felt himself blushing, "No, I don't dance... I don't dance..."
"Oh, you must dance - of course, Granger, so do you." said Professor McGonagall irritably. "I was just going to tell you this - traditionally, balls are danced by warriors and their partners. "
Harry's mind suddenly pictured him wearing a black top hat and a tuxedo. There was a girl beside him. She was wearing a frilly skirt. It was Aunt Petunia who attended Uncle Vernon's company. The kind you wear to a dance.
"I don't dance," he said.
"This is a traditional practice," Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You are the warrior of Hogwarts, and you are currently the number one! You must do what everyone expects. Therefore, you must find yourself a Dance partner, Potter."
"But-I don't-"
"You heard me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said in an unquestionable tone and turned directly to Hermione, no longer paying attention to Harry, who looked troubled.
"Miss Granger, do you have any questions?"
While Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry, Hermione had already opened her mouth three times without hesitation, but she had not been able to squeeze out the words that were stuck in her throat.
"I want to say... warrior..."
Hermione seemed to be speaking, but her voice was so low that only she could hear it... No, I'm afraid even she might not be able to hear it.
"What?" Professor McGonagall frowned.
Perhaps it was Professor McGonagall's oppressive eyes, or perhaps it was for other reasons, but Hermione suddenly said this:
"Can a warrior invite another warrior?" she asked loudly, seemingly taking courage.
In the corridor, a big bat... no, a professor happened to be passing by. He was attracted by Hermione's words and glanced casually into the classroom. Then, he raised his brows and stopped with interest.
It was Snape, Harry saw it immediately.
Professor McGonagall didn't notice. She just looked at Hermione in slight surprise and then shook her head.
"Unfortunately, there is no such precedent...but..."
Her words made Hermione's eyes dim, but the "but" that followed immediately made her eyes suddenly brighten.
"...But," said Professor McGonagall, "there are two warriors in Hogwarts this time, and I thought, if you wish..."
"No, thank you for your answer."
A series of ups and downs made Hermione feel extremely disappointed at the moment.
At this moment, a smooth voice suddenly sounded at the door, and both Professor McGonagall and Hermione turned their heads.
"It's just that there is no precedent. I remember that there is no mention in the rules of the Triwizard Tournament that warriors are not allowed to invite each other to the Yule Ball."
Snape strode into the classroom, glanced at Harry coldly, and then looked at Professor McGonagall.
"But, oh-" Professor McGonagall's expression became complicated, "Is it... Maclean?"
There is no professor who does not feel sorry for Maka's departure.
While they were angry about Maka's fall into darkness, no one wanted to mention it. This shows the status of Maka, a "good student", in the hearts of all the professors.
Sometimes, Professor McGonagall also thinks that her current mood is probably similar to Dumbledore who watched Tom Riddle turn into Voldemort!
Before the anger, there was more guilt and self-blame, as well as the feeling of being overwhelmed and powerless.
Minerva McGonagall is a talented witch who has all the qualities of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. She firmly believes that cowardice is a person's biggest flaw, and at the same time she advocates rational thinking and a calm attitude towards dealing with things.
But even though she is such a sharp-tongued and tough-minded witch and the vice-principal of Hogwarts, she also has a softness in her heart.
"It's better not to use it..."
While Professor McGonagall was slightly lost in thought, Hermione surprisingly regained her usual calmness and pride.
"I will find a suitable dance partner, Professor McGonagall..." She said, pursed her lips, and said softly, "And... thank you, Professor Snape."
Snape's entire face wrinkled up as she thanked him. He took a step back, but unusually did not say anything sarcastic.
"What's going on...?" Harry stared, with a confused look on his face.