Chapter 1036: Luna's New Curse

Perhaps, this is what a truly "powerful" person should look like?

Keep moving forward, moving forward, moving forward again, constantly crossing obstacles and surpassing yourself. Even if there is a high wall that is almost a cliff in front of you, you can rely on your own strength to regain the confidence to continue climbing.

Thinking about it carefully, isn't this Harry who has been working hard silently?

"Boom!"

Maca held the staff tightly and repelled Harry who was rushing towards him again. Then he leaned on his stick again, watching the figure that was about to get up from the ground again...

Maca's chest also rose and fell slightly.

Suddenly, Maca glanced at the wall on the right - there was a huge scar there, which was gradually recovering with the unstable distortion.

Yes, that is undoubtedly the masterpiece of Gryffindor's sword.

In fact, not long has passed, but to suppress the opponent without hurting him, this seems a bit reluctant even for Maca today.

As expected, this time, the out-of-control Harry was surprisingly strong.

Not only is the strength and speed far beyond the previous limit, even the Gryffindor sword, which was originally sharp and mediocre, also has a special effect that can cut through the flow of magic power.

If you don't use magic with sufficient strength, it's just a matter of swinging your sword one more time in front of "Harry".

However, even so, Maca's troubles are not actually how to suppress Harry. What he was looking at now was the "other" Harry who was constantly struggling in confusion and madness.

Harry, who just got up, didn't immediately rush over with his sword again.

From Maca's eyes, it could be seen that Harry was holding the Gryffindor sword tightly in both hands at this moment, all the muscles in his body were tense, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

It was as if he was trying to suppress something—using his own willpower.

In contrast, Maca, who appears to be stronger on the surface, always easily bury himself with books, materials, and calculation drafts.

Be it the Scroll of Truth, or the Monument of Bewitching, of course, there are countless magic books and ancient books written by the predecessors... these are Maca's reliance.

Even the ability to perceive magic power was obtained only after Rowena's trial and Luna's serious injury.

Maca knew that there was nothing wrong with relying on the wisdom of his predecessors, after all, his efforts were well known. But compared with the current Harry, he still lacks something that only belongs to him.

Yes!

In fact, Maca McClain has never been "powerful". Isn't this something I already understood?

"Hold on, Harry."

Maca slammed his staff on the floor, looked at Harry who was still trying to grasp himself, and said:

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore is right - I need your help!"

As if hearing Maca's words, Harry, with red eyes and bulging veins, suddenly raised his head, but the Gryffindor sword in his hand began to emit a misty luster again.

Seeing this, Maca couldn't help chuckling and said:

"It's okay, just come on! As long as you can persist, I will beat you back no matter how many times—who called me 'Maka Maclean'?"

For Harry, Maca is undoubtedly his eternal goal. And it is precisely because Maca also knows this, so at this moment, he has to play this role well.

"Boom!"

The moment Harry rushed towards the ground dragging his sword, Maca leaned forward and disappeared from the spot, followed by Harry and flew back immediately.

Once, again, again... Since the speed of the two is faster than the other,

The fighting time was actually not long, but frequently using this method to steadily overwhelm Harry put a considerable burden on Maca.

But there is no way, if you want not to hurt Harry, this is probably the most suitable choice.

"Boom!"

"Keep going! Don't worry about what's in front of you, all you have to do is focus on finding yourself, and leave the rest to me!"

Suddenly, after getting up, Harry stopped in place again. Sometimes his body was about to move, and sometimes he relaxed a little, and changed again and again until finally, he finally stood there with the sword in his hand.

"Oh! It's alright, it's alright...I'm exhausted! Dumbledore, McLean, listen up, don't call me for such crap in the future!"

Maca looked at the Sorting Hat that had been fastened to Harry's head from the very beginning and finished speaking, and then fell limply on the floor with a "click", only then did he realize that Harry had indeed passed away. Passed the most difficult level.

That's right, this extremely resolute kid finally made it through.

"Dumbledore, we succeeded! Next, we just need to wait for him to finish the last part of the journey by himself—"

He hurriedly turned his head back and looked towards the place where the white shadow was.

It's a pity that the figure disappeared completely without knowing when, leaving only the closed old book left alone on the stool.

...

The next day, Maca didn't go out, but chose to stay in the room and continue to study the already destroyed Sorcerer's Stone.

In this way, the wizard in the windbreaker naturally had no reason to leave Hogwarts.

"Mr. McLean, then I...go to class with Hermione and the others today?"

At the door of the room, she stood there and asked Maca softly.

"Well," Maka turned her head slightly, and said with a smile, "That's good——ah, are you asking for my opinion? Actually, there's no need for this..."

"Okay." The wizard in the windbreaker nodded immediately, "Then, I'll go there now... I'll bring you breakfast."

After closing the door carefully, she stood there for a while before turning around and walking towards the auditorium. As for what she was thinking in front of Maca's door, no one knew.

Not long after, she went from the secondary castle to the foyer of the main castle, and walked into the auditorium through the side door.

"Come on! Here, here!"

When the wizard in the windbreaker heard the voice, she turned her head to look at the old positions at the Gryffindor long table, and then she saw Luna sitting beside Hermione, waving happily to her side Woolen cloth!

Speaking of which, Luna often hangs out with Gryffindor recently, but it seems that there is no sense of disobedience. Even the Ravenclaw students didn't seem to feel anything strange.

Seeing this, the windbreaker wizard had no choice but to walk over while Luna called repeatedly.

"Ahem...good morning, everyone."

"Oh, good morning!" Luna dragged her hand and let her sit on the empty seat next to her, "This is reserved for you, just sit here!"

Hearing what she said, Ron on the opposite side couldn't help whispering:

"Luna, I think you might as well transfer to Gryffindor."

"Shut up and eat your sausage!" Hermione on the other side couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and said.

After habitually yelling at Ron, Hermione looked at the wizard in the windbreaker and asked:

"Where's Maca? He didn't come with you?"

Seeing Hermione asking about Maca, the wizard in the windbreaker who had just picked up the fork couldn't help but give a little pause.

"Oh, Mr. McLean is still busy studying the Philosopher's Stone," she said. "As for breakfast, I'll take it to him later."

"Isn't Maka planning to go out today?" Luna tilted her head and wondered, "In that case... I'll go there with you later?"

"Luna!" Hermione hurriedly waved her hands, "Don't go - since Maca is going to do research, we'd better let him finish it quietly, and going there will delay his work at hand. "

"Really?" Luna blinked, nodded and said, "Alright then... I wanted Maca to see my new spell!"

"New spell?"

Luna's words caught everyone's attention at the time.

You must know that the development of magic spells is not something that ordinary wizards can do. Among them, there are talents and opportunities, and sometimes the degree of danger is not low.

On that last point, just think of Luna's mother.

"What spell?" Hermione hurriedly asked, "What is it used for? What formula is used in it? How about its specific practicality?"

Listening to Hermione's series of questions, Luna couldn't help touching her cheek, her face was a little more bewildered.

There was no way, there were so many questions, she didn't know which one she should start answering.

And at this moment, there was a fluttering sound of wings outside the auditorium door—the owls came with today's letters and packages!

"It's not very powerful, but it's quite interesting," Luna immediately said enthusiastically, "You'll know it after reading it!"

Before the words were finished, a large flock of owls flew in from outside the gate, whizzed past the gate of the auditorium with the sound of wind, and each flew over the four long tables.

Needless to say, of course there were quite a few people at the Gryffindor table.

When Luna saw it, she pulled out her wand in a hurry, and raised her hand to the air without any scruples.

"Plop, plop, fall to the ground!"

Following her slightly strange incantation, an invisible wave spread from the tip of the staff and rushed towards the owls on the long table.

And at the next moment, the owls that flew near her seemed to lose control of their bodies, ping-pong-pong fell to the table, smashing a lot of pies, corn kernels, oatmeal, etc. .

"Floating into the sky!"

Fortunately, Hermione's reaction is still very fast.

Almost at the same time as the owls landed, her floating spell was hastily cast. Although he failed to catch those poor owls, he still managed to keep the flying food in mid-air.

Then, everyone watched in shock as the owls got up from the table again unscathed, but they all staggered like drunk, and some even fell into the milk jug.

"Look! Isn't it funny?" Luna said with a big laugh.