Chapter 560 Jerky

"this……"

In that small attic, Maca was walking around with a lantern in his hand. It can be seen that the four walls of this attic are carved with unusually dense alchemy symbols. Some of them are connected with each other by lines, while others are alone in the gap, which looks extremely complicated.

Looking at these symbols, Maca also had a headache for a while.

He has already studied it before, and the symbols of alchemy have completely different representative rules from the various ancient magic literature runes he has learned. Compared with the runes of ancient runes, the symbols of alchemy are more material elements with practical significance, rather than the so-called "meaning" of ancient runes that takes the subjective spirit as the starting point.

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

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

"Huh?" Maca turned her head subconsciously, "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm a little fascinated by this... Speaking of which, every time Mr. Flamel enters his laboratory, does he have to play this little game here? "

"Little game?" The old housekeeper was quite confused, so he said, "What do you mean? I only know that when the master usually returns to the laboratory, he will use his wand to click on the four walls. But every time he clicks, the position is different. It's the same, I never figured it out."

"At least for Mr. Flamel, this is a small game." Maca shrugged, "You should understand - use it to brush up your basic knowledge of alchemy, just like wizards often use runes Combining text to make a password."

"Oh, so that's how it is—" Old Edward said thoughtfully, "I have never had any talent in alchemy, and it's not that the master has taught me some basic knowledge, but there are so many Symbol, how can I remember it?"

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

It's not that he can't remember the symbols himself, but because he has memorized a lot of messy ancient runes, and part of the alchemy symbols directly inherits some ancient characters, which will inevitably make him produce specific characters. meaning confusion.

Therefore, he didn't bother to memorize the 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.

But the reason why alchemy is both a branch of wizard development is because these two dissimilar systems share a common research point. In Charms, it is called "soul magic"; in alchemy, it is defined as a basic element - the soul element.

It can be seen that although these two systems have completely different developments in terms of research on matter, they have similarities in terms of spirit.

"Mr. McLean, do you have any solution to this...well, this 'little game'?" Old Edward couldn't help asking.

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 completely hopeless, I think... I need to spend more time on it."

While talking, he took out a book and checked it carefully against a form on it. It can be said that if he interprets the riddle on the wall completely from the perspective of alchemy, there is no possibility for him to solve it; but if he uses some theories of soul magic as a benchmark to directly analyze the puzzle itself, The result is not certain.

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

...

The whole night was extremely long on Maca's side, but it was not easy on Harry's side either. To be precise, he lost sleep!

The sky has brightened slightly,

Harry felt that he might be the first in Hogwarts to notice the dawn, even before Filch, who was in charge of the night watch patrol, noticed it.

In the boys' dormitory in the Gryffindor tower, Harry lay on his bed with his eyes wide open, obviously the eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, but he just couldn't sleep.

Ever since he learned Occlumency, he sleeps very sweetly every day, but today he actually suffered from insomnia again. And compared to being woken up by the scar on his forehead, the feeling last night made him quite uncomfortable. Voldemort was no longer in his head, only the image of the red-haired girl.

"Ha! Another day!"

Harry helplessly propped himself up on the bed and sat up, then hugged his bent knees and went into a daze again. This night, he lay down and sat down countless times, but he still couldn't get rid of the chaos in his head.

He still remembered that at night Ron suddenly sat up inexplicably, half-opened his eyes and sleepwalked and asked him what he should do when he was forced to tap dance by a big spider. How the hell did he know what to do?

At that time, he was really bored, so he casually asked Ron to go directly to discuss something with those spiders. What else can I do? If you don't want to dance, don't dance!

Unexpectedly, Ron suddenly lay down and fell asleep again.

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

Is this what love feels like? No, Harry didn't think it was, it was just an emotional annoyance forced by the situation at best.

"For Ginny, if you say you like it, you must like it, but this probably isn't the kind of liking between a man and a woman."

Harry thought so, trying to convince himself in this way, so that he would not be able to sleep all night and all night again. But he found that it didn't work, he couldn't sleep at all or couldn't sleep at all!

He sighed, then threw off the quilt and quickly put on his own clothes. As for the glasses, they were already on the bridge of his nose before dawn.

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

"what!"

At the exit from the dormitory to the common room, Harry stopped abruptly, but in the next moment, he wanted to slap himself directly.

Yes, he saw that there was a person in the common room who arrived earlier than him, and it was a girl. However, it wasn't the Ginny he thought in his first reaction, but his good friend Hermione!

God! What's wrong with me? How do you look at this, so that Hermione can be regarded as Ginny?

"Harry?" Hermione turned around from her chair when she heard him whisper, "Good morning, uh... what's the matter 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, and made a perfunctory sound casually.

"Didn't sleep well?" Hermione thought for a while, "Oh, is it because of what happened yesterday evening? I heard someone say that you rushed towards the dormitory like a gust of wind yesterday... Let me guess, it's because Met Ginny?"

Hermione's head has always been clever, not to mention that this matter was actually caused by her, obviously, she guessed it incorrectly.

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

Harry hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded feebly. As he spoke, he walked over to Hermione with drooping eyelids, and sat down casually.

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

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

Seeing this, Hermione pursed her lips angrily and glared at Harry.

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

"No, I said it all yesterday—it's not like that." Harry closed his eyes with a headache. "Okay, okay! I'll try again today, just one last time—"

"I don't think so!"

Harry had just finished speaking when a voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them.

"Ginny?" Hermione was surprised at first, but then apologetic, "Oh, I'm not..."

"No, it's okay, I understand." It was Ginny who came. I didn't expect her to get up so early today, and she seemed to have a tired look on her face, "Hermione, I know you mean well, But I don't think it's necessary. Who Harry likes is his business, and I don't want to force him to do something for some personal reasons, then it wouldn't be the real Harry."

"Ginny……"

While looking at her, Harry gradually noticed the sincerity in her expression. Just as different people will show different personalities in love, what Ginny showed 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 eagerly chasing after her, she hoped that Harry would fall in love with her on his own will, and even if he didn't end up, then Harry would still be the Harry she liked the most in her memory.

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

This was probably his first attempt to understand Ginny's thoughts, because at this moment, he was truly moved by the "understanding" shown by Ginny.