Chapter 875 You Might Starve to Death

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Maca walked into the Room of Response alone where Harry was, but found that it was quiet inside, only the sound of his footsteps on the floor echoed hollowly.

And I don't know why, the light here is also seriously insufficient, and I can hardly see anything clearly with my eyes alone.

"boom!"

With a backhand swing, he closed the door leading to the corridor again.

In fact, Maca didn't need lighting very much. He could know where Harry and the Gryffindor sword were just by the perception of magic power.

Especially the latter - if the obscure magic power fluctuations that are exactly the same as the Bewitching Monument and the Devouring Mirror can be seen, it is like a big light bulb in the dark, making it difficult for Maca to notice .

But for the sake of intuition, Maca still made the Response Room conjure a soft light cluster.

Immediately, the original darkness in the room was quietly dispelled, and Harry's figure was revealed.

"Harry?"

Seeing that Zheng was standing further in the room leaning on his sword, his eyes were slightly closed and he was motionless, his face seemed to be a little unnaturally pale. Maca tentatively called him, but didn't get any response.

But looking at his slightly undulating chest and the absence of any scars all over his body, one can understand that at least he is still alive and well.

However, on the surface Harry seemed to be very calm, but in Maca's induction, the wave of magic power originating from his soul was trembling abnormally and violently.

Generally speaking, such a strong magical activity will only appear very briefly at the moment when the high-intensity spell is cast because of the more complete rule runes contained in it.

And if Harry is in a highly active state all the time, that might mean...

"...Access to the complete rules?"

Maca, who has studied the rule runes quite deeply, is very familiar with Harry's state. If he added his knowledge of the soul rule rune, he would obviously be able to understand what was going on with Harry.

As far as Maca knows, there is a branch of the soul rule in the Bewitching Monument and the Devouring Mirror. And now it seems that the same is true in the Sword of Gryffindor.

It's a pity, how can the power of the second-level rule rune be so easy to touch?

Suddenly, Harry's eyes opened without warning, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked straight ahead where Maca was.

From the pair of deep pupils, Maca faintly smelled a violent breath.

"Hmm... Sure enough, it's still not working?"

Maca obviously expected this... No, to be precise, he actually roughly considered this possibility in advance.

Based on Maca's own understanding of the soul rune "arrogance" in the Bewitching Stele, one can know that the control of the rules of the soul has individual adaptability.

For example, he doesn't fit well with "arrogance". The reason why he can initially grasp it is purely based on theoretical analysis and interpretation.

But if Harry and the sword of Gryffindor are to die, they can only rely on "adaptation" to solve it.

Obvious,

Even with the storybook that Dumbledore left Harry as a guide, Harry himself still seems to be missing something.

Just as Maca was thinking, Harry on the opposite side suddenly moved!

"Drink—"

Apart from anything else, it was a sword strike, and the sharp blade that had easily cut off the fire dragon's neck slashed across the place where Maca was standing, but only left a deep sword mark on the ground.

Harry stared at his red eyes and suddenly turned around, only to realize that his target had suddenly moved elsewhere.

To be honest, the speed of Harry's blow just now was actually quite fast, and it would be impossible for the usual Harry to do it. But for Maca, this is really nothing.

"Otherwise, let Harry give up..."

While thinking about it, Maca waved his hand. The soul rune flashed across the air, and Harry, who was about to rush over again, only took two steps before falling to the ground like a puppet with a broken thread.

The Gryffindor sword slipped from his hand, twirled on the floor and slid to Maca's feet.

He picked it up and poked it on the ground. The sword that was originally extremely sharp in Harry's hands was now like an unsharp iron bar, leaving no scratches.

"Forget it, logically speaking, Harry must have hope...Let him rest for a few days before we talk about it!"

If Harry can succeed, Hogwarts will have a big guarantee, which will also reassure Maca a lot. And judging from this "accident", although Harry seemed to have taken a wrong step, he could still be regarded as formally exposed to the rules.

At this moment, Harry, who was lying on the ground in a coma, suddenly moved, and opened his eyelids in a daze.

"Maca?"

He propped up his upper body, squinted his eyes and looked over here, and he seemed to realize something after seeing the Gryffindor sword in Maca's hand.

"Oh! I'm... and unconscious..."

"Don't worry, nothing happened." Maca shook his head and said, "It's better to say that you have made a lot of progress than before, and I can see your efforts...Of course, there are some problems that need to be solved now. You don't touch it until then."

As he spoke, he raised the sword in his hand and motioned to Harry.

"Why? What the hell happened?"

Harry asked suspiciously, but before Maca could answer, there was a sudden rumbling sound from his stomach, which made Harry suddenly embarrassed.

"Look, that's the problem!" Maca pointed to Harry's stomach, "Nothing else, as long as you stay in the Response Room every time you try, theoretically nothing will happen. But now we find out -"

At this point, Maca shrugged and said seriously:

"You will most likely starve to death."

This was of course just a small joke. After all, although Harry couldn't wake himself up on his own, Maca could use the rules of the soul to force him out of the influence of Gryffindor's sword.

But if it is always like this, then this kind of persistence will not have much practical significance.

"Anyway, get up first, they are waiting for you outside! Ron also brought lunch for you, you can fill your belly first."

After all, Maca beckoned, and the Sorting Hat, which had been placed in a corner, fell into his hands with a whimper.

"Oh! I scared the hat to death just now... Oh! Be gentle, kid, don't penetrate so roughly!"

"Shut up!"

Maca, who was holding the Gryffindor sword into the hood, let go, and let the sword fall into the space hidden in the hood.

Immediately afterwards, he turned the sorting hat upside down and asked:

"Your master didn't leave any experience that can be passed on to future generations? You know, I'm talking about the broken sword..."

"Hey! That's not a 'broken sword'! You can't use it yourself..." The pleats on the sorting hat kept opening and closing, "As for experience...do you need to remind me? I told Bo a long time ago. What a kid."

"What kind of experience are they? Let's hear it—" Maca pouted.

When the Sorting Hat said this, Harry had already left. But if he was still there, he couldn't help but interrupt and complain.

"It's actually very simple!" said the Sorting Hat, shaking the tip of the hat. "That guy Godric said that this sword is actually very easy to use! You don't have to think about anything, just pull out the sword and hit the enemy fiercely." Just cut it off!"

When Maca heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes.

"I think you'd better think about it here and see if he said anything else!"

Putting the sorting hat on the ground, Maca walked straight to the door, letting the hat scream behind him.

...

Christmas this year seems to come earlier than usual.

Of course, the date will never change, but the festive atmosphere will come earlier with the change of everyone's mood. Perhaps the professors also felt this pure joy, and many Christmas decorations and decorations began to appear in the castle one after another.

The Christmas tree was placed in the auditorium and the front hall early, warm snowflakes fell in the corridors, and many small hidden gift boxes appeared all over the castle.

What's more worth mentioning is that the outer walls of the entire castle are painted with fantastic colors by Maca, making it look like a Christmas candy city moved out of a storybook.

This is very popular with the little witches. Amidst the unanimous praise of the girls, the inner voices of the boys failed to stir up any waves.

It's a pity that Hogwarts is still Hogwarts, and it won't really be made up of desserts like the candy house in fairy tales. If you really bite it, it is easy to be knocked out by a solid stone.

But to be honest, such a strong Christmas atmosphere this year is unprecedented in Hogwarts.

However, Ron is not in the mood to celebrate the festival yet.

"I have to find a way to talk to him again before Christmas. Otherwise, I won't be able to talk to other girls during this Christmas event..."

"'Other girls'?" Harry hesitated, "Is Troyer a boy?"

"Uh... I mean, other... 'real girls'!"

Ron gestured with both hands, but finally sighed weakly:

"Harry, why do you think I'm like this..."

"Unlucky?"

"No, no, no, although Troyer deceived me with women's clothing, he actually has no malicious intentions... I can't use 'unlucky' to describe his feelings for me."

"Then what should I use to describe it?" Harry tilted his head for a while and thought about it, then asked in a low voice, "'Lucky'?"

"Boom!"

Ron slammed the pillow he was holding onto Harry hard, then turned his head, looked helplessly at the gift box on the bedside table, and stared in a daze.

And on the card next to the gift box, a very heavy blessing made him very distressed.

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