Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 560: Jerky

"This..."

In that small attic, Maca carried a lantern in his hand, spinning around in circles. It can be seen that the four walls of this attic are painted with extremely dense alchemy symbols. Some of them are connected with each other by lines, and some are in the neutral position alone, which looks extremely complicated.

Looking at the symbols, Maca also had a headache.

He has studied it before, and the symbols of alchemy have completely different representation rules from the various ancient magical runes he has learned. Compared with the runes of the ancient magic literature, the symbols of alchemy are more of the material elements with practical significance, rather than the so-called "connotation" of the ancient magic literature based on the subjective spirit.

In fact, Muggle’s chemistry theory is derived from a leapfrog development branch of alchemy. To say that the two of them may have more similarities.

"Mr. McLean?" Seeing that Maca didn't speak, Old Edward just turned around and stared at the four walls, so he couldn't help but try to call him.

"Huh?" Maca turned his head subconsciously, "Oh, sorry! I am a little fascinated by this...Speaking of which, every time Mr. Le May enters his laboratory, he has to play this little one here. Games?"

"Small game?" The old butler was quite unclear, so he said authentically, "What do you mean? I only know that when the host usually goes back to the laboratory, he will use his magic wand to click on the four walls. But every time he clicks The locations are different, I never figured it out."

"At least for Mr. LeMay, this is a small game." Maca shrugged and said, "You should understand-use it to review your basic knowledge of alchemy, just like wizards often Use a combination of runes to make a password."

"Oh, it turned out to be like this--" Old Edward said thoughtfully, "I have never been talented in alchemy, and the master hasn’t taught me some basic knowledge, but it’s just like that. A lot of symbols, where do I remember?"

"It's really not easy!" Maca nodded very understandingly.

It’s not that he himself can’t remember the symbols, but because he himself has already memorized many messy ancient magic texts, and some of the alchemy symbols directly inherit certain ancient characters, which inevitably makes He produces confusion in a concrete sense.

So, he didn't bother to memorize many symbols of alchemy. Because he knew very well that the direction of his research was not the alchemy system at all, and he didn't have more energy to spend on it.

Alchemy is both a developmental branch of wizards, but because these two dissimilar systems share a common research point. In the science of magic, it is called "soul magic"; in alchemy, it is defined as a basic element-the soul element.

It can be seen that although the two systems have completely different developments in the research of materials, they have similarities in the spirit.

"Mr. McLean, what do you think about this... well, this ‘mini game’? Is there any solution?" Old Edward couldn’t help but asked.

Maca hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"I don't know yet... Actually, I don't have much research on alchemy," he said. "But it doesn't seem to be hopeless. I think...I will spend more time on this. ."

While talking, he took out a book and checked it carefully against the table above. It can be said that if he interprets the puzzle on the wall entirely from the perspective of alchemy, he has no possibility of solving it; but if some theories of soul magic are used as a benchmark, to directly analyze the puzzle itself, The result is not yet certain.

Soon, Maca devoted himself to the research and stopped talking to the old housekeeper.

……

All night, Maca had a very long time, and Harry had never had a hard time. To be precise, he has insomnia!

The sky was slightly brighter, and Harry felt that perhaps he was the first in the entire Hogwarts to notice the dawn, even before Filch, who was in charge of the night patrol, discovered this.

In the boys' dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower, Harry lay on his bed and his eyes widened. It was obvious that his eyes were not full of bloodshot eyes, but he just couldn't sleep.

Since he learned Occlumency, he sleeps very sweetly every day. How can I know that he has insomnia again today? Compared with waking up from the scar on his forehead, the feeling last night made him quite uncomfortable. There was no more Voldemort in his head, only the figure of the red-haired girl.

"Ha! Another day!"

Harry reluctantly sat up on the bed, then hugged his bent knees and started to daze again. This night, he has been lying down and sitting for countless times, but he still couldn't let him put aside the confusion in his mind.

He still remembered that Ron suddenly sat up inexplicably in the night, half-opened his eyes sleepwalking and asked him what to do when he was forced to tap dance by the big spider. Damn it, how does he know what to do?

At that time, he was bored and impatient, so he let Ron go directly to discuss with the spiders or something. What else can I do? Don't jump if you don't want to jump!

I never thought, Ron suddenly lay back and fell asleep.

Did that guy go to negotiate with the spiders in his dream? Harry didn't know, and didn't want to know at all, because his head was already full of Ginny Weasley.

Is this the feeling of being in love? No, Harry thought it was not, it was at best an emotional annoyance forced by the situation.

"For Ginny, if you want to say you like it, you must like it, but this is probably not the kind of like between men and women."

Harry thought this way, trying to persuade himself in this way so as not to keep himself awake all night long. But he found that this didn't work, he couldn't sleep at all if he couldn't sleep!

He sighed, then opened the quilt and put on his clothes quickly. As for the glasses, they were already on the bridge of his nose before the day was light.

After waiting to clean up himself roughly, Harry lightly stepped and quickly left the dormitory. Although upset, there is no need to let this chaotic mood affect other students, they are still sleeping!

"Ah!"

Just at the exit from the bedroom to the common room, Harry gave a violent footstep, but in the next moment, he wanted to slap himself directly.

Yes, he saw someone in the common room arrived earlier than him, and that was a girl. It's just that, it wasn't Ginny that he had thought in the first reaction, but his good friend Hermione!

Gosh! What's wrong with yourself? How do you look at it to think of Hermione as Ginny?

"Harry?" Hermione heard his whisper and turned around from the chair, "Good morning, uh...what's wrong with you?"

Harry knew that his eyes must be as red as blood, because he could clearly feel the soreness in them.

"No, it's okay—" He blinked vigorously, then let out a perfunctory sound.

"Did you sleep well?" Hermione thought for a while, "Oh, it was because of yesterday evening? I heard someone say, you thought it was a gust of wind that rushed to the dormitory yesterday... let me guess Because I ran into Ginny?"

Hermione’s head is always smart, not to mention that it was actually caused by her alone. Obviously, she couldn’t be accurate.

"...Well, that's right."

Harry hesitated, but finally nodded weakly. As he spoke, he walked over to Hermione with drooping eyelids, and sat down casually.

"That is to say, you went to ask her and failed?" Hermione said helplessly, "Or, today I will create a less abrupt opportunity for you?"

Harry waved his hand quickly, indicating that he didn't need it. Do you want to have that feeling again? No, one time is enough for him, he doesn't seem to try a second time at all.

When Hermione saw this, she flattened her mouth in anger~IndoMTL.com~ and stared at Harry.

"Is it that difficult? Don't you think that inviting a **** a date is an ability that any boy should have?"

"No, I said it yesterday--it's not like that." Harry closed his eyes with a headache, "Okay, okay! I will try again today, for the last time—"

"I don't think it is necessary!"

Just as Harry finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang from behind them.

"Ginny?" Hermione was surprised at first, but then apologized, "Oh, I am not..."

"No, it's okay, I understand." It was Ginny who came here. I didn't expect her to get up so early today. There seemed to be a little tired look on her face, "Hermione, I know you It’s kind, but I don’t think it’s necessary. It’s his business who Harry likes. I don’t want to force him to do something for some personal reasons. In that case, it’s not the real Harry."

"Ginny..."

While looking at her, Harry gradually realized the sincerity in her expression. Just as different people show different personalities in love, what Ginny shows may be an emotion called "understanding".

It can be seen that she still likes Harry, but she doesn't have to be liked by Harry. Rather than chasing eagerly, she hoped that Harry would like her with her own will. Even if she didn't, Harry would still be the one she liked the most in her memory.

"You..." Harry opened his mouth and hesitated a few more times before trying to ask, "Do you like me? Uh... You know, I've always been a little slow."

This is probably his first attempt to understand Ginny's thoughts, because at this moment, he is really moved by Ginny's "understanding".