Since the beginning of school, Maka has spent most of her time studying her own problems. The source of this matter is not difficult to grasp. It is nothing more than the trouble caused by the dagger.
According to Rowena's words, this is actually a part of the test.
If Maka guessed correctly, the goal this time may be to let him regain those lost emotions and feelings.
It's just that this test is obviously much more difficult than the last time. At least the Phoenician characters left relatively obvious clues, but the weird dagger left Maka at a loss.
Rational thinking can help him think calmly, but baseless speculations can only be regarded as wild guesses.
"It obviously has something to do with the soul."
Maka remained invisible, searching for information in the restricted book section of the library.
He carefully looked through the magic book that he had read a few times before - the research notebook on soul magic.
This book still exudes the uncomfortable magic fluctuations, but for some reason, Maka is no longer unbearable.
He turned the book page by page, studying it carefully by the moonlight outside the window, and meditated from time to time.
After a while, he took a rough look at the book.
"There are some gains, but it has nothing to do with the current purpose." Maka stuffed the book back again.
"The dagger... tortures the soul... what exactly is it?" He kept muttering to himself in his mind, trying to evoke some inspiration to help him think.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly closed his eyes and stood there quietly for a while.
"Yes, that's right!" Maka's eyes suddenly opened and she spoke involuntarily.
He even forgot that he was invisible.
"Yes, yes... If emotions and emotions are also part of the soul, then erasing them is equivalent to erasing part of the soul."
Maka analyzed it calmly and came up with a hypothesis that was not even recorded in the magic book.
"And if you want to erase part of the soul, you must first tear the soul apart. You can refer to the method of making Horcruxes for this."
"... But what happens next? After tearing it apart... is it swallowed up?" He speculated that he couldn't help but hesitate, "Doesn't that mean... "
If it was really swallowed, I'm afraid it would be troublesome, because the dagger didn't come back with him.
"It seems that we can only find a way to check the state of the soul..."
Maka thought for a moment and took out the book that she had just stuffed it back in.
"I remember... Yes, after analyzing this incomplete curse, I should be able to try to separate the first half..."
Ever since Maka "saw" the mystery of magic casting with his own eyes during the summer vacation, he had a deeper understanding of "magic" and "rules".
Although it is still impossible for him to create a magic spell by himself, he can already try to dismantle and improve the magic spell.
While Maka stared closely at the content on the page, she subconsciously waved her wand to confirm whether her analysis was correct.
I saw a faint trace of black mist flashing on the wand, wrapping around the wand and protruding from the tip of the wand.
The black mist twisted and rolled, gradually became thicker, and slowly even took on some vague shapes.
Not long after, the black mist formed a terrifying fog-like skull, and there was even a faint blue light flashing in the empty eyes, which looked quite scary.
Suddenly, a suppressed low voice came out of nowhere in the library.
Maka immediately waved away the black fog skeleton, and at the same time turned her head to focus on the source of the sound.
"..." He was silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "Ron, come out as soon as you are here."
As Maka's words faded, the library returned to its original silence.
After a while, next to the bookshelf outside the restricted book area, Ron, Harry and Hermione lifted their invisibility cloaks and walked out.
"Quite smart." Maka looked at the strips of cloth tied to the soles of the three people's shoes, and then glanced at Hermione.
"Not this one-"
Maka shook her head, interrupting Hermione.
"Tell me, why do you come to me so late?"
The three of Harry looked at each other, not knowing where to start.
Especially Ron, after seeing the scene just now, he even had the intention of leaving here immediately.
To be honest, he really regretted accidentally shouting just now.
Harry, who was standing next to Ron, was covering the scar on his forehead with his hand - the skull made of black mist just now made his scar hurt.
As for Hermione, in fact she didn't want to come this time, but she was very worried about Maka's current condition. After thinking about it for a while, he finally followed.
But when the three of them faced the expressionless Maka directly, they all stayed in place with their mouths half open.
Even though everyone had a very bad guess about the situation, no one expected to see such a terrifying scene in the library.
To be honest, when the three of them saw the skeleton formed from the tip of Maka's wand, a sense of fear from their souls immediately arose in their hearts, and that feeling is still lingering.
At this moment, Maka was standing next to the huge bookshelf, and a ray of moonlight fell in from the window, illuminating half of his face obliquely. The cold expression coupled with the dark scene made people feel a little frightened.
"No, it's nothing! We just want to... come to the restricted book area to find a book." Hermione said cautiously.
"Book?" Maka nodded, "Then you go look for it. It's time for me to go back."
Naturally, he didn't take what Hermione said seriously. She had already borrowed the "Powerful Potion", so what book was she looking for now
But Maka didn't want to reveal this.
After putting the books in his hands back on the bookshelf, he calmly walked towards the library door.
But just as he passed by Harry and the three of them, Hermione couldn't help but ask.
"Maka, are you... okay?"
Maka paused, but did not look back.
"fine."
After that, he moved on and soon disappeared through the gate.
From beginning to end, Ron never said a word. It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he didn't dare to say it - to be honest, he was a little scared.
Harry, on the other hand, kept thinking about the scar on his forehead. He didn't understand why it caused pain when he saw Maka's weird magic.
After a while, the three of them got back into the invisibility cloak and returned to the Gryffindor common room in silence.
"Harry, why did you know Maka would be in the library?"
Ron asked with an ugly face in the common room.
Harry shook his head and said: "I am just guessing, because I have seen Maka's handwriting on the magic book in the restricted area before..."
"You're just trying your luck!" Hermione couldn't help but say.
"I just thought, even if I haven't met Maka herself, maybe Hermione, you can see some clues from Maka's words..." Harry explained, "Because I can't understand those words, so I have always been curious. But who knew..."
"Oh, stop talking, Harry!" Ron couldn't help but said, "I think we should tell Dumbledore about this..."
As Ron said these words, the common room seemed to become much quieter.
Hermione looked at Ron, and after a while she nodded.
"Maybe this time, you are right..."
"Even if it's for Maka..." Hermione said softly in her heart.
…
What happened in the Duel Club inevitably became a topic of conversation among the students.
Some were discussing Maka's bravery and freedom, while others were wondering how powerful Maka had become, and so on. But most of them were still talking about Harry's performance.
"... Because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous ability. Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake! That's why everyone in the school will now think that you are his great-great-grandfather Great-grandchildren and so on..."
Ron's words kept ringing in Harry's ears, and the comments and fear of him from other students made him even more angry.
When Harry left the crowd angrily and walked quickly in the corridor, he bumped into something he shouldn't have seen again.
Justin Finch-Fletchley lay on the floor, cold and stiff, a frightened expression fixed on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
That wasn't all, there was another figure beside him, a bizarre sight that Harry had never seen before.
Nearly Headless Nick is the ghost of Gryffindor. But now, he is no longer milky white and translucent, but has become black and smoky, lying motionless and suspended six inches above the ground.
Half of his head was missing, and he had the exact same horrified look on his face as Justin.
Harry soon discovered that he didn't need to worry about how to explain Maca to Dumbledore, because he was being taken to the principal's office by Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore's office is still so interesting.
If Harry didn't have so much to worry about at the moment, he would be very happy to have the opportunity to come here.
It's a large, beautiful round room filled with all kinds of funny little things.
There are many strange silverware on the long and slender table. They spun around and blew out small puffs of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of old male and female principals, all snoring gently in their respective frames.
There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table, there was a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.
Harry hesitated and looked warily at the sleeping witches and wizards on the surrounding walls.
If he took off the hat and tried it on his head again, surely there would be no hindrance, right
Harry quietly walked around the table, picked up the hat from the shelf, and slowly placed it on his head - it was so big that it slid down over his eyes, just like the first time he wore it.