"It's horrible," said the frightened Neville, his voice noticeably higher than he normally would, "did you feel cold when that thing came in?" ”

"I feel weird," Ron said, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably, "as if I'm never going to be happy again......"

Ginny huddled in the corner, shivering, hugging her knees and sobbing under her breath. Hermione walked over and put her arm around her comfortingly.

"Ginny, if you don't like chocolate, you can try this."

Maca took out a small bottle, which contained a small half bottle of slightly white liquid, which looked like milk mixed with water, but everyone felt a trace of warmth just by looking at it.

Of course, Ginny felt it, she looked up at Maca, and said timidly, "I...... May I? ”

"Of course, it's much better to drink." Maca handed the bottle to Ginny, "Just a sip of it, the size of a fingernail." ”

"This must seem precious, is it your newly invented potion?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Oh, yes," said Maca, "well, I mean it's expensive, but it's not a potion yet—it's not made from blends. ”

"Oh—I've always wanted to ask—" Harry couldn't help but say, "Maka, what's in your robe?" It's like a locker full of potions! ”

Maca shrugged, "It's my secret. ”

As they spoke, Ginny shuddered and uncorked the bottle, then took a small sip of it carefully.

Suddenly, she clearly felt that a warm current flowed down her throat and then spread in her stomach in an instant—her mood changed incredibly.

"Oh—I feel happy." Ginny smiled on her face, but then said with a bitter face, "But it tastes so bitter......"

She recorked the bottle and tried to return it to Maca, but she waved her hand.

"You can keep it for yourself and give it to those who need it." He said casually.

"Oh—thank you," Ginny nodded gratefully, "but I think it's best not to drink it a second time." ”

"Has she become a little more cheerful?" Ron said curiously as he looked at Ginny.

"That's only temporary, and the effect will return to its normal state after it has passed, huh...... It's only about two or three minutes. ”

After a while, Professor Lupin returned.

He paused as he entered, looked around, smiled slightly, and said, "I didn't poison the chocolate, you know......"

As he spoke, his eyes were drawn to the potions vial in Ginny's hand.

"Oh, this is?"

"It's just milk with Chev flower juice." Maca said casually.

"That's pretty good......" Lupin twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Although it sounds simple, the "Chev Flower" is not a cheap material, and the Chev Flower sap alone can play a similar role to the high-grade potion "Joy Elixir", and there will be no sequelae of singing and dancing.

“…… Well, we'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. Professor Lupin said, "Are you feeling better?" ”

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much about it.

Eventually, the train came to a halt at Hogwarts Station, and it was a bustling affair: owls were croaking, cats were buzzing every now and then, and even Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat.

The little platform was already frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down.

"First-year students are here!" A familiar voice shouted.

Hagrid had bent over the train, beckoning to the panicked new students to lead them on the traditional trip across the lake.

"Are you alright, you three?" Hagrid shouted at them over the many heads. Harry waved at him, but didn't get a chance to speak to him, as the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the school down a rough and muddy path.

There, at least a hundred wagons were waiting for the remaining students, each pulled by an invisible horse—Harry could only assume that, as the carriage would start moving on its own once they had climbed into one of the carriages and closed the doors.

The carriage stumbled and shook all the way, and there was a faint musty smell and the smell of dried straw inside the carriage.

The carriage rolled forward, with a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates in front of it, lined with stone pillars, topped with small sculptures of winged boars.

They saw two more tall, hooded Dementors standing guard on either side of the gate, and as they approached, it seemed like another cold wave was coming in this direction.

"It's all hidden under the cloak, and you can't really tell which is which......" Maca thought to herself, looking at them.

The carriage increased its speed on the long ramp and drove all the way to the front of the castle. Hermione leaned out the window and watched as the many corner towers and towers approached them.

At last the carriage came to a staggering halt, and everyone hurried out of the carriage.

Immediately they saw a man standing on the stone steps leading to the castle.

"McLean, come here."

It was Snape, who had a stinking face as always, and didn't look at the others, but said something to Maca and turned and walked back into the castle.

Maca was stunned for a moment, said hello to Harry, and quickly followed.

In Snape's office.

"Professor, what's the matter with me?" Maca asked.

"Wolf poison potion, you know?" Snape asked bluntly.

"Oh, yes—" Maca paused, "Professor Lupin needs it, is he going to give it to me?" ”

This time, Snape was stunned for a moment.

"You know him...... Well, you can boil a wolf poison potion? He looked at Maca hesitantly and asked, "What about the success rate?" ”

Although Snape was a little curious about Maca's knowledge that Lupin was a werewolf, he was more concerned about the preparation of the wolf poison potion, which was not ordinarily difficult to boil.

"It should be about 80 percent, but you have to try it to find out." Maca said calmly.

"Hmm......" Snape frowned slightly and thought about it for a moment, then he said, "Then you can try it first, you should know the time of taking the wolf poison potion, and it must be prepared before then." ”

Maca nodded in understanding.

It was Dumbledore's idea to give this task to Maca, and Snape didn't object, but he had planned to show Maca first, who knew that Maca's progress in Potions would be so fast.

In the last semester, Maca had been quietly moving around the school, and she had been communicating much less with Snape on Potions. But he didn't expect that even if Maca was just doing research alone, there would be rapid progress that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

It can be said that Maca's talent and diligence in magic are really something that ordinary people can't learn.

But Snape didn't know that there was a deeper reason hidden in this, and even Maca herself didn't notice it.

After the matter was explained, Maca took her leave and left, intending to go to the Great Hall to see if she could make it in time for the sorting ceremony, but was stopped by Snape.

"Anything else, Professor?"

Snape looked at him impatiently, and it took a moment before he spoke.

"If you have time, take a good look at Potter." He said reluctantly, and deliberately added, "...... This is what Dumbledore meant. ”

"Okay, Professor."

The two of them walked briskly to the first floor, one after the other.

The auditorium was a sea of pointed black hats, and each long dining table was filled with students, their faces lit up by thousands of candles suspended in the air above the long table.

Professor McGonagall was walking towards the center of the altar with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

"I did, but ......," Maca shook her head faintly, "and I'll have to listen to the hat again......"

New students at Hogwarts wear the Sorting Hat in order to decide which house they should attend, and the hat calls out which house they are best suited to attend. But it always had a bad habit of singing the characteristics of each house in a strange tone, interpolated with a few words that it thought were funny.

When Marca and Snape walked in together, all eyes were on them.

Marca politely leaned her upper body slightly in politeness, but Snape ignored it as he strode toward the empty seat in the classroom.

"Hey-Maka! This way! ”

At the long table at Hufflepuff House, a beautiful woman with long blond hair was waving at him—it was Sister Charlotte Witt.

"Good evening, senior sister." Maca walked over and sat down on the empty seat left next to her, "Congratulations on your seventh grade and graduating soon." ”

"Don't mention it! I don't know if I'll be able to pass the 'Super Witch Test'! Charlotte said with a sad face, "That's really 'super tired'!" ”

"Are there any difficulties? Maybe I can help you a little......"

As the two chatted casually, Professor Dumbledore stood up and spoke, and the auditorium fell silent.

Dumbledore, despite his age, always came across as energetic.

He had hair and beard several feet long, wore half-moon shaped glasses, and had a sharply hooked nose. He is often said to be the greatest wizard of our time, but he is not revered for that alone.

Even Maca has to admit that this aged white wizard has an innate affinity, and you can't help but feel a crush on him.

"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, his white beard glistening from the light of the candle, "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year!" I have a few words to say to you......"

"There's one thing that's very serious, and I think it's better to make it clear before you get confused by this meal......