Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 36: The connection between material and spirit
came to the principal's room again, and Maca looked at Dumbledore who was smiling, and his scalp was numb.
Occlumency is difficult to practice, and his progress in this thing is only average so far. But when faced with Dumbledore, who was proficient in contemplation, he unconsciously wanted to use it-although Dumbledore had no intention of peeking into his heart at all.
Of course, if you say something insignificant in front of Dumbledore, he will definitely feel it. It has almost become his instinct.
Snape was watching the Immortal Potion and didn't know what he was thinking, and Professor McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore with excitement.
It took a while before Professor McGonagall left the principal’s office with Dumbledore’s smile. When passing by Maca, he smiled and nodded to him.
"Mr. McLean, I think you have spent a lot of time absorbing knowledge. Obviously it pays off." Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone, the smile on his face remained the same. This achievement is unique in Hogwarts. I don’t think any student can compare with you, whether in the past or in the present."
"Too much prize, Professor Dumbledore, I am afraid--"
"When you should be proud of it, you should express it. Repression in your heart will only make this glory rot in your heart." Dumbledore took a deep look at Maca, "I think you should understand I mean."
What does Dumbledore seem to know? But what did he know?
"Uh, I think you are right..."
Maca found that people who are old and good are really right. In front of such a person, it is difficult for one's own cleverness to give full play to. For example, now, he simply doesn't know what to say, and always feels that what he said is wrong.
"So, Severus, what do you think about Mr. McLean's potion?" Dumbledore turned to Snape again, seeming to want to hear his comment.
Snape stared at the potion bottle in his hand and was silent for a while before he said his judgment.
"As far as the formula and preparation process of this bottle of potion are concerned, it is hard to say how clever," Snape said. "But its idea of using fairy wings to achieve invisible purposes is indeed commendable. In the past, this This material is only used for beauty and entertainment. No one has thought that the mystery of fairy invisibility comes from their wings."
"Indeed, almost all wizards believe that the invisibility of fairies stems from their talent magic." Dumbledore also nodded, agreeing with Snape's statement.
At this point, Dumbledore looked at Maca again, with a solemn look in his eyes: "Mr. McLean, I wonder if you would like to send your research results to the International Wizarding Federation for judgment? This It allows you to leave a name in the history of potions, and it allows your invention to enjoy the protection of the interests of the Federation for a lifetime... Of course, after your death, the formula will be published publicly, but I personally think that there is nothing wrong with it. Of."
Regarding this question, Maca had also considered it, and now that Dumbledore mentioned it, he naturally had nothing to disagree with.
"Of course, thank you for signing and recommending my potion formula." He nodded immediately.
Any wizard’s invention needs to be recommended by a member of the Federation before it can be accepted by the Federation, and Dumbledore, as the current chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, is recommended by him personally. It is naturally better.
Once the Xianyin Potion can be recognized by the Federation, it will surely increase its reputation, which is equivalent to giving it a big advertisement with authoritative certification.
"These are a lot of Jin Jialong!" Maca couldn't help thinking like this.
This time, Dumbledore did not continue to talk to Maca. He asked Maca to go back and prepare three bottles of Immortal Yin's potion, then let him go.
During breakfast the next day, Maca was surrounded by Harry and the others. Harry and Hermione kept thanking them in a low voice, while Ron felt guilty because the wound on his hand was not healed and he couldn't help much. Especially Hermione, she received a lot of help from Maca in some deep learning, and this incident made her grateful to Maca.
"The exam is about to come, let's not disturb Maca anymore!" After a few conversations, Hermione drove Harry and Ron back to the long table at Gryffindor.
Yes, before you know it, the day of the exam will come. It wasn't until this moment that Maca realized with hindsight that he had been in Hogwarts for nearly a year. Although his study progress is obvious to all, he feels that he has some grades in potions, and other aspects are pretty average.
To put it bluntly, he didn't consider himself as a "first-year student" at all, but he was really not to blame.
In the last period of time, everyone was nervously preparing for the upcoming exam, but Maca didn't take it seriously. He didn't think the exam was unimportant, but because he demanded too much of himself.
Maca has always felt that perhaps he has not even reached the level of the Auror who has just joined the job, and the sense of crisis is always with him. Thinking of what might happen in the future, he has an urge to apply for a time converter.
"Moreover, up to now, the research progress of the scroll of truth has not even shown any signs of progress, it is simply depressing."
Maca weakly pushed a pile of manuscript paper aside, and the wind blew gently outside the window, and the pages of the book turned with the wind. If someone is nearby, he will be surprised-because every page of this bound manuscript is full of various strange symbols.
After Maca tried all kinds of interpretation methods to no avail, he decided to try a stupid way, that is, copying. But thousands of copying has brought him, but he has no other feelings except upset.
"Roena Ravenclaw called it the scroll of truth, but what is truth in this world?" Maca, who hadn't gotten anything, couldn't help but start thinking about it.
can talk, but his heart is shocked.
"Wait, I remember the first few questions of Bronze Kitty..." Maca gradually picked up the memories he had ignored, and he whispered to himself, "'Everything in the world, what Is the truth', my answer at the time was—"
"Material promotes appearance, spiritual deduction rules... Circulation complements each other, symbiosis is immortal?" As he said that, he became a little dubious.
To put it bluntly, it was pure guessing at the time. In Maca's heart, there is no root basis at all, this is just his guess of those esoteric magic theories in the forbidden book zone.
can now become a vague breakthrough point.
"In other words, as long as you find the connection between the mind and the material, you may find something!" Although not sure, Maca was obviously excited.
In the next few days, Maca’s state made people a little unwilling to approach him, because he was often in a daze, and he would never hear anyone talking to him when in a daze. He seemed to be immersed in the peculiar symbols on the scroll of truth, as if he had changed himself.
But it’s okay. Recently, most people have a tendency to be a little stupefied because the date of the exam is getting closer and closer.
But at this time when everyone was busy preparing for their own exams, a late penalty notice was delivered to Maca.
"Oh-yeah yeah, although it doesn't seem to have been deducted, but no matter how you say it, I can't avoid punishment. I have been a role model myself." Maca shook his head with a bitter face, and put the note He slipped it into the pocket of his jacket.
At 11 o'clock that night, Maca came to the hall and saw Filch waiting for him there.
Just as he and Filch stared at them, Harry and Hermione also came, followed by Neville. Of course, there was also Malfoy, who was the first to take the lead that night and was caught by Professor McGonagall.
"Come with me." Filch said, lighting a lamp and leading them out, "I think you have to think twice if you want to violate school rules in the future, right, huh? "
He squinted at them and continued: "Oh-yeah! If you want to ask me, I have to say that work and hardship are the best teachers... It's a pity that they abolished the past The old-fashioned way of punishment-hang your wrists~ IndoMTL.com~ hang you from the ceiling for several days. I still have those chains in my office, and I often oil them, maybe It came in handy in one day-well, let’s go, don’t even think about running away. If you run away, you won’t have any fruit to eat."
Maca didn’t even bother to listen to Filch’s complaints and nagging. He was seizing the time at all times, trying to find some inspiration from his thinking and speculation!
They strode across the dark field. Neville kept his nose sniffing, and Harry kept wondering what punishment they would be punished-it must be terrible, otherwise Filch wouldn't be so cheerful.
Today’s moonlight is very bright, but from time to time there will be clouds drifting by, covering it up, leaving a darkness on the earth.
They can see the lighted windows in Hagrid’s hut, which is not difficult to find at night. Then they heard a shout from a distance.
"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I'm going to leave."
Harry felt a burst of joy—if they were to work with Hagrid, it would certainly not be too bad.
His face immediately showed this kind of relief, but he heard Filch say: "You probably thought you would have a good time with that idiot? Think about it again, kid—you want Go to the Forbidden Forest! If you can come out safe and sound, even if I estimate it wrong."
Hearing these words, Malfoy stopped abruptly.
"Forbidden forest?" He followed, his voice was far less calm than usual, "We can't go in in the middle of the night, there are everything in there-I heard there are werewolves!"
"Werewolves don't like to live in the forbidden forest," Maca suddenly said, "There is no room for them to live safely on weekdays."