Maca never expected that a casual remark he made could change the course of history—something he should have anticipated but could not have predicted.
Neville was spared injury because of him; Malfoy was spared from picking up the Memory Ball because of him; and Harry's Quidditch Seeker talent was discovered by Professor McGonagall because he didn't fight Malfoy for it while riding a broomstick.
To others, everything seemed normal, and even Harry, the person involved, didn't feel anything was amiss.
But Maca was different; he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. It only meant that the world he lived in was a real world, one that he could see and touch—a truth he had already grasped while living in Plymouth. But only just now had he truly realized what this meant!
Should he maintain the world in his memory, or should he abandon the past and use his own body to touch and feel it?
Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help but shake his head.
Perhaps, from the moment he found himself in this situation, he shouldn't have been thinking about these troubling things. A butterfly's wings always flap instinctively and unintentionally; it can never predict the consequences of a slight change in airflow. Rather than worrying about things beyond its control, it's better to calmly face the unknown future.
Maca never considered herself a great person; she might have achieved some minor successes, but that was all.
"Enjoying life is the right thing to do!" Maca sighed.
"That sounds like something an old man would say." Hagrid walked over as well—he was also watching the match from the Gryffindor side.
"Yes! Maca always likes to say things that only old men would say," Ron said with a laugh.
"That's wisdom! You don't understand!" Hermione had always held Maca in high esteem ever since he saved her from the giant club.
"That's wisdom! You don't understand!" Ron said to Harry, mimicking Hermione's tone, which made Harry laugh.
"snort!"
Hermione was both embarrassed and angry, and turned her head away from Ron. But Maca was walking right next to her, and when Hermione turned her head, their eyes met.
"..." Hermione paused for a moment, then blushed slightly and turned her head away.
After the troll incident, Hermione's relationship with the two boys wasn't as strained, seemingly because Harry and Ron were the first to arrive at the bathroom. Maca didn't know the specifics, but the fact that the Gryffindor trio remained friendly was a good outcome.
A short while later, they returned with Hagrid to the hunting lodge at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where the innkeeper was brewing them a strong cup of tea. Maca had come along this time, clearly intending to continue his potion-making practice with Hagrid later—he had been there several times before.
"It was Snape," Ron explained to everyone. "Harry ran into Snape at Filch's, and he had a badly injured leg."
"Snape is injured?" Hagrid asked curiously. "What did he do?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Maca exchanged glances, unsure how to tell him. In the end, Harry decided to tell the truth.
"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "On Halloween Eve, he tried to get past that big three-headed dog. It bit him! We think he was trying to steal what the dog was guarding."
Hagrid slammed the teapot down upon hearing this.
"How do you know about the three-headed Lu Wei?" he asked seriously.
"Three-headed Fluffy?" Harry said.
"It's the three-headed dog we saw."
"Yes! It's mine. I bought it from a Greek guy I met at the hotel last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to keep watch—"
"What?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Alright, stop asking," Hagrid said gruffly. "That's top secret, understand?"
"But Snape wanted to steal it!"
"Nonsense," Hagrid said again. "Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts; he would never do such a thing."
"But why would he be…yes, Fluffy—bitten by it?" Harry exclaimed. "I heard him say it himself!"
"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Hagrid snapped. "Listen to me, all three of you! You're meddling in things that don't concern you, and that's dangerous. Forget about that big dog, forget about what it's guarding. This is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel—"
"Aha!" said Harry. "So this also involves a man named Nicolas Flamel, doesn't it?"
Maca glanced at Hagrid helplessly. He had only been involved in one part of the whole affair, but he had a pretty good grasp of the overall situation.
Hagrid stood there, seething with rage—he was angry with himself.
Let's cancel the original plan for now. Hagrid is angry right now, and he doesn't think staying to brew potions is a good choice.
...
Time flies, and although it hasn't snowed at Hogwarts yet, the weather is already very cold.
One thing that must be mentioned is that, thanks to Maca's tireless efforts, he has successfully developed a new type of invisibility potion. Not to mention the long hours of practical training, he even revised the potion formula again and again; the hardships involved are truly indescribable.
Fortunately, it was finally completed.
That very night, Maca drank the potion and plunged headlong into the library's brothel section. He couldn't wait to explore the dangerous and mysterious black magic!
Previously, he had already learned about and even studied some spells related to dark magic through magic books ordered from Flourish and Blotts, but those were all things that had been carefully selected by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts professors. If he wanted to truly understand the essential difference between dark and white magic, he still had to go and take a look in the **District**.
"Ugh—"
The first book Maca opened possessed extraordinary characteristics of dark magic. As the reader turned its pages, a terrifying face would emerge from the pages, emitting a chilling scream that shook the very soul.
He quickly tapped the book with his wand, smoothing out the magical fluctuations. The face then calmed down, restoring the book to its original appearance.
"This shout seems to originate from the soul, not from actual physical sound waves." Maca frowned as she recalled, then turned to the title page of the book.
"The weight of the soul stems from the unbearable lightness of being caused by sin. — Ragnar Bastos"
He noticed that below the word "weight," several small numbers and letters had been written: "0.675oc m."
"Ancient ounces?" Maca had some guesses. "Is this the weight of a soul? How was it measured?"
He quickly glanced at the table of contents and found that it was a book that delved into the study of soul magic. Although it was full of theoretical research and had no record of practical application, it was undoubtedly a very typical book of dark magic.
After reading for a while, Maca noticed something was amiss—the book still emitted a subtle magical aura that made him uneasy. This unsettling aura only disappeared abruptly when he closed the book.
After that, he flipped through several more books, all of which delved into various dangerous and mysterious magical knowledge. Some of them were quite resistant to being opened and struggled to close themselves again.
"The more a dark magic tries to touch upon the essence of magic, the more closely it relates to human nature and personality. What does this mean?" Maca left the ** area and sat down by the window of the library, relaxing her nerves that had been constantly tense due to the various dangerous dark magics.
Filch seemed to have come over specifically to check on things because of the commotion, but Maca didn't even glance at him. She simply stepped aside as he passed by to avoid being bumped into.
Lady Loris looked at Maca, who was invisible, with a puzzled expression, but found nothing.
In Maca's view, all those explicit contents relentlessly question the reader's character and conscience. Some books are even imbued with such magic, constantly subjecting the reader to questions emanating from the depths of their soul.
"No, some of those books aren't ones I can read right now." Maca wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, dragged his tired body back to his dorm to sleep, and needed to clear his mind and get some rest.
A few days later, Maca, who had prepared half a dozen new invisibility potions, affixed small waterproof labels to the bottles of the potions. The labels clearly stated the new name Maca had given them—"Immortal Concealment Potion."
It looks pretty good, but in reality, he just rearranged the words "fairy" and "invisibility," revealing his lazy nature.
Then, he secretly went to the territory of the Man-Beating Willow outside the Forbidden Forest.
Since some time ago, at Maca's request, Professor Sprout of the Herbalism class has often brought him along to take care of this peculiar plant that likes to whip people.
Professor Sprout is the Head of Hufflepuff. She is a rather kind and optimistic person, and always shows an undisguised fondness for her own students.
And with her outstanding academic performance, Maca had undoubtedly become her most beloved student. Professor Sprout has never refused to help Maca with any request!
This even included permission for Maca to "borrow part of the second greenhouse"; and to take care of the willow tree that other students were prohibited from approaching, together with her.
Of course, while curiosity about the plant played a part, Maca was mainly interested in the secret passage leading to Hogsmeade beneath its roots.
Standing out of the reach of the menacing willow, Maka didn't try to rush in to find the so-called "scar" that could calm it down. There were so many scars on the trunk; he didn't know which one it was, nor was he interested in trying them one by one.
He took out a small metal whistle, put it to his lips and blew it gently. The silent sound wave went straight to the willow tree, which immediately trembled and stopped moving.
"It looks quite pretty, all green," Maca said, looking at it, "if you don't move around too much."
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