Chapter 967 Ron's Standard

In the entire room, the concentration of magic power has reached an unprecedented height.

More than ten hours have passed since Maca started to lift the curse for Willy early this morning. During this period, except for a pause when dealing with the Helbo who invaded St. Mungo's, he has been silently separating and picking out the cursed substance in Willie's bloodline bit by bit.

At the same time, he also needs to use the soul rune to resist the cursed power on Willie.

Perhaps it was because of this that he was constantly mobilizing his magic power every minute, so that even the dissipated magic power slowly accumulated in Willie's bedroom.

To be honest, Maca felt quite tired even with a staff that could save mana.

Fortunately, the cursed substances accumulated in the potion bottle on the ground became more and more. Judging from the weight inside, presumably this first stage has finally come to an end.

During this period of time, there seemed to be no accidents on St. Mungo's side, and Haierbo hadn't been able to get out of that "trap".

Things are going in a good direction.

Willie was still lying on her side on the bed, sleeping peacefully with her arms under her head, breathing lightly and long.

But Maca knew that she hadn't really fallen asleep—after all, she slept a little too quietly, and basically didn't even move much.

Without paying too much attention to Willie who was dozing off, Maca continued to pull out the red light spots repeatedly, while thinking again about the blood curse of the Blois family.

As far as the power of the curse that Maca feels personally at present, he has begun to be convinced that the essence of this curse is definitely derived from one of the soul rules.

And just like the Bewitching Monument, the Devouring Mirror, the Painful Dagger... and even the Gryffindor sword in the Sorting Hat, this cursed power can also cause terrible disasters.

However, this "source of disaster" in Willie's body is obviously very different from the other things.

Thinking of this, Maca glanced at the blood-red mysterious substance in the potion bottle, thinking secretly.

If one excludes its special property of carrying curses... or carrying rules, then the substance in this bottle is almost no different from blood.

However, the value of a substance that can carry complete rules goes without saying.

In fact, this time Maca came to Blois Castle on time despite the crisis. In addition to keeping the agreement with Willy and Mr. Blois, it has to be said that he did do something for the curse itself. The reason for coming is in it.

If he can help Willy smile again and gain something from dealing with Hai Erbo, then his trip will definitely be worthwhile.

Therefore, at this moment, Maca also has some expectations in his heart.

So, after an unknown amount of time passed, Maca gently put the last particle of light into the potion bottle, and then couldn't help but relax.

After a whole day, he had to go through a long-distance confrontation with Haierbo, and the first stage was finally over.

Picking up the potion bottle on the ground, he put the cork on the bottle for the first time and cast a spell, then he brought the bottle in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The sticky red liquid is really exactly the same as blood.

"Is this...a curse?"

Unexpectedly, Willie had already climbed out of bed and walked to Maca's side. While she was asking softly, a pair of clear eyes stared straight at the potion bottle in Maca's hand, seeming a little curious.

But judging from her still expressionless appearance, pulling these substances out of her body obviously hasn't freed her from the interaction between the curse and the seal.

"No, this can only be regarded as a 'part' of the curse!"

Maca didn't say anything more, he just put the medicine bottle into his waist pocket, and then pushed Willy's shoulder to drive her back to the bed.

"You'd better go back and lie down!" He said with a smile, "The next step is the next stage, if there are no accidents, this will be the last step. Hmm...you may feel a little sleepy for a while, I think You can really sleep well this time."

His words were naturally teasing Willie's fake sleep just now, but it's a pity that Willie has always been immune to this. However, after hearing Maca's words, she actually nodded seriously.

"Good night then."

"Oh, of course, good night!" Maca nodded, "If you feel that you may not get used to it when you wake up tomorrow, I think you can practice in your dream first."

...

When Maca began to make the final preparations for the follow-up stage, everyone in St. Mungo's seemed...to feel a little idle.

In fact, until it was getting late, many patients turned off the lights with a little anxiety in their hearts. After a day of tossing, everyone is already very tired.

As a result, the R.A. members no longer needed to be busy taking care of the patients. Except for the first patrol, the rest gathered in the hall to prepare for a rest.

Due to the temporary isolation of St. Mungo's from the outside world, the sumptuous meal that was admired by the old Victor before was gone. What everyone ate tonight was some very ordinary dry food reserves.

But at present, everyone's life safety is not completely guaranteed, so no one cares about the quality of the food - even if it's okay to put a big table in the hall at this time, not many people will be happy about it encouraged.

Not to mention anything else, just by looking at the couple in the hall who occasionally look at each other and occasionally look away casually, you can roughly feel the stagnant atmosphere here.

"Harry and Neville were over there, chatting away for half an hour, right? What do you think they're talking about so enthusiastically?"

Ron leaned against a wall post in the hall, tilted his head and glanced at the door boredly. Although he was indeed a little curious about the conversation between Harry and Neville, he didn't bother to go around so many floors and listen to the song.

On the other side of the wall post he was leaning on, Ginny shook her head subconsciously when she heard it.

Of course, she also cared about Harry very much. These two days—especially today, Harry often showed a slightly strange side. Although she could feel that it was not from Hai Erbo's influence, it was hard to let her mind down.

"I don't know," Ginny shook her head, regardless of the fact that Ron, who was sitting on the other side of the wall post, couldn't see her movements, "it's just... I think Harry must be struggling! He's not like you." , lazy and useless."

"Hey, did anyone say that about my brother?"

Ron immediately rolled his eyes, the wand in his hand was dangling between his fingers, and then fell to the ground with a "click".

"But you're right... Leaving aside whether I'm lazy or not, at least I'm really 'useless'."

"Ron!"

Ginny on the other side heard the words, and suddenly propped her head on the floor to look at Ron, then raised her hand and slapped her brother on the head.

"Ouch! What are you doing!" Ron said helplessly, covering his head.

"What are you doing?" Ginny rolled his eyes at him. "Aren't you a Weasley kid... Didn't Dad always say, 'We can't do it because we can't do anything'? I was just talking, don't you? Do you really think it's useless?"

"Then why are you talking about me?" Ron picked up the wand on the ground, and patted the scattered dust on it.

Ginny thought about it for a while, and finally said in an uncertain tone:

"Hmm... know Maca?"

"Oh, my sister!" Ron raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder weakly. "I know you want to urge me, or maybe you want to give me some encouragement... But, are you sure this is a An encouragement and comfort?"

"It's not because you are really useless."

Ginny glared at him again, then flinched and went back to the wall stud.

Ron also leaned back to his original position, scratched his scalp vigorously, and then sighed quietly.

"Flocks of birds."

He flicked the magic wand in front of his face, and a few birds flew out from the tip of his wand, chirping and dancing in the hall.

He tilted his body and raised his head, controlled the birds to circle back and forth for a few weeks, and then called them back to his bent knees.

This spell is not difficult, but it is not very easy - it requires a certain degree of transfiguration skills to cast.

Through practice in recent years, Ron's strength is actually very good. He was able to cast many spells that only grown wizards could cast, and even had a few spells that were as effective as Aurors.

If there hadn't been so many messy things happening, and he had just been in the peaceful and stable magic world in the past, he would have graduated from Hogwarts with excellent grades.

However, at his current level, it seems that he is still far behind.

What is the standard of measurement?

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