Chapter 200

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Ron died. The rune robe I made for him didn't keep him alive. I didn't even see how he died.

According to the information brought back by the surviving wizard, he died to cover Hermione.

I didn't know the details, because whenever Hermione and I met at Hogwarts castle, she always avoided talking about it.

Willy hasn't come back since she went back to France with her father a few years ago. But she occasionally sends letters, which makes people glad that owls can at least work normally.

As for Harry, he has been wandering around the European continent recently, chasing and killing every "Black Death" he can see.

I can understand his mood. In this case, who can maintain a calm state all the time?

Oh, yes!

I don't know when the name "Black Death" suddenly spread. As for who started it and what it means, there are naturally different opinions.

As far as I understand it, it is mostly related to the "Death Eaters" originally under Voldemort's command. But yes, the first black death eaters were really those black wizards who were originally Death Eaters.

Now, the monument of bewitchment controls Voldemort's body and is creating black death everywhere. Although the location of the bewitching monument itself was discovered before, I didn't expect that neither the power of first-class rules nor Harry's Gryffindor sword could even break a corner of the huge monument.

Under the wave after wave siege of those seemingly endless black dead, the elite wizard team led by Harry can no longer hold up; On my side, I only temporarily suppressed Voldemort possessed by the bewitching monument.

As a last resort, I can only give the order of evacuation - after all, I can't fill it with human life; After all, what is most lacking now is people.

We are constantly downsizing, but the number of black dead is increasing. When can we have a new turn?

Or, when will we start and can't support it?

Fortunately, the location of Hogwarts castle is very good. Those black dead have worrying IQ and rarely take the initiative to launch an attack. In this way, we at least have a place to live

Alas

Professor Dumbledore, what would you do if you were still sitting in this principal's position?

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It can be seen that this is what it took some time to write. He doesn't seem to write as often as he used to, but this habit hasn't been abandoned.

Between the lines of this narrative, there is a deep fatigue. During that time, there must have been many dead wizards, including a large number of people he knew, but he only wrote about Ron's death from beginning to end.

As for the "Rune Robe" mentioned in the article and the so-called "power of first-class rules"... Maka can also imagine the former; But for the latter, he has no clear concept.

Maybe I wrote it down before, but even so, it has been torn off now.

With these two words in mind, Maka turned the page. However, although there are still several articles behind, the things recorded in them are some seemingly calm but invisibly repressed statements.

How many wizards and Muggles died during this period, which areas have been occupied by black dead, and who led the team lost contact for how many days

Looking at those records, Maka felt that there were fewer and fewer words and more and more numbers, leaving only the numbness and coldness of the whole article.

The only thing that could give him a sigh of relief was to reply to Willie's letter.

This situation lasted until Maka turned to that page:

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Today, we finally brought you good news. Voldemort is dead! In other words, Voldemort's body, which was controlled by the bewitching monument, finally disappeared completely!

The power of level 2 rules is really amazing. It seems that the real turn has come!

Although the essence of the bewitching monument can't be destroyed, if we can further master the three-level rule runes, I'm afraid it's not far from the final victory!

But when will it be mastered? Although the number of level 3 rule runes is very small, I'm afraid it's not enough for a lifetime to study them

No, it's obviously more effective to spend time pursuing the clue left by roina than this.

I'm going to figure out the secret of the bewitching monument so that I won't repeat it - damn it, why didn't Roy make it clearer?

In the next time, in addition to these things that must be done, it is also time to push the defense outward. This requires me to do it myself. Up to now, only strong strength can inspire people. It's time to take advantage of today's victory to give everyone a shot in the arm.

By the way, Willie wrote again the other day. The girl is still the same as before. There are few words to rewrite, but the letter is full of plant cultivation notes.

That's good. She shouldn't worry too much about the world. Plant flowers and grass quietly. That's the best for her.

No, no, it's time to go to a meeting for everyone.

We must have a good celebration tonight! Everyone is tired this time. We need a happy atmosphere to adjust our mood.

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After reading for so long, I finally saw some less heavy information. But once she recalled what had just happened, Maka was not happy at all.

What happened after that? Why did he have to come back and warn himself now?

Luna gently turned over on the hospital bed, and Maka reached out to help her tuck in the quilt so that she wouldn't catch cold. Although it is spring now, the cold still lingers in Hogwarts, and the quilt must be covered at night.

The wind outside the window seems to be stronger, which always makes people feel uneasy.

He stared at the moon outside the window for a moment, then bowed his head and turned back a page.

The next second, Maka's pupils shrunk slightly and couldn't help closing the book in her hand. Then he suddenly covered his mouth with his hand.

He felt his empty stomach bag churning, and an inexplicable sense of nausea rose.

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Where's Hermione?

Where's Hermione?

Where's Willie?

Why haven't you written back yet?

Where's Harry?

He gave me his head himself.

Ha ha, why do you blame me? Just because I didn't expect it to control two people at the same time?

Ha ha, I'm not a god!

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To tell the truth, many people think Maka is a very strong person. But only he himself understood that he was really not strong at all.

The reason why he looks strong is that he has never been a good man, that's all.

Once a tragedy happens to the people he cares about, his heart is very easy to collapse. As Hermione saw, his weakness was always hidden in his heart and never disappeared.

However, what a desperate scene it was for him to write such ridiculous remarks as "I'm not God" after so many tragedies

The sympathetic Maka could hardly suppress the retching desire in her heart.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and put down his right hand, which had been covering his mouth.

The feeling was so terrible that he didn't want to feel it again. When he picked up the book that had fallen beside him and opened it again, he hurried over the page and looked back again.

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Who's gone? What's the point of staying at Hogwarts? When the castle was besieged again, I abandoned the scarred castle with the rest of the people.

I had planned to go to France, but I found that I didn't dare to go at all - I was a timid man, which I had understood for a long time.

It can control three people, and its strength is increasing with the number of black dead, but what does that matter? I've got the real point of Roy's clue.

I really didn't expect that after making such a big circle, what I wanted was always waiting for me in the ghost swamp of North America? What a great irony!

Hum, do I have to go to the cemetery behind the snow Witch and tell sailin that her mother is finally saved?

Ridiculous!

By the way, according to the existing data, the item hidden in the center of ghost swamp is called (erased). As long as you get it, you can seal the bewitching monument again.

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"Erased by magic?"

Probably because the previous trivial narration took too much time. When Maka saw here, she raised her head and moved her stiff neck, but found that the mountain in the East was shining slightly.

Unconsciously, the quiet and deep night has quietly left, and the early birds have jumped on the branches and chirped.

Holding a book, Maka walked gently to the window of the ward and looked into the distant sky.

The experiences of the whole night made him almost exhausted physically and mentally. In particular, the book of sin, which he feared but couldn't help reading, was more breathless the more he read it later.

There's not much left. It's estimated that you can turn more than a dozen pages to the end. But it is the latter content that makes him have to rest for a while to relieve the suffocating psychological pressure.

Before that, he had never thought that there would be such a book that frightened him.

"'The book of sin '..." Maka looked at the sky with an unspeakable bitter smile on her face. "She really didn't name it wrong... Isn't this a book full of' sin '?"

Yes, fundamentally, it's obviously him - Marca McLean.