Chapter 232

The night became thicker and thicker in the cold air. The frosty and snowy roofs and chimneys, the dry and entangled branches of trees, and even the sculptures on the eaves of shops seemed to fall into that mysterious silence.

Of course, Hogsmeade village has always been like this.

It was cold and shady everywhere. It became faint and graceful at night. It was a little scary.

But the two bars here, in every night, use the dim red light from the windows to bring a trace of warmth to the guests at night.

With a magical creature in her hand, Maka walked slowly down the street towards the pig head bar on the other side.

In Hogsmeade village, three brooms bar and pig head bar are just located at the head and tail of the village. The types of customers on both sides do not interfere with each other and have always coexisted harmoniously.

These days, Hogsmeade has stopped snowing, and the field of vision has become much wider.

Maka looked around and soon saw the light fire scattered on the snow.

Turn right and cross an intersection. The old bar that hasn't been repaired for many years suddenly came into his eyes. Look at the tattered signboard. It's a little too shabby.

He pushed the door in, and with the sound of a dull broken bell, aberforth in the bar glanced at the door at random.

"Huh?"

Aberforth's bearded face moved slightly, and his eyes widened for several points.

"Good evening!"

Maka said hello with a smile and looked around, but she found that there were no guests here tonight.

Aberforth's eyes narrowed and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"... good evening," he seemed to be holding back his anger and saying dryly, "pets are not welcome in our shop. You can tie them out and come in again."

Maka shrugged and said, "I heard you like sheep. Look!"

He took the rope in his hand and turned the sheep he had brought, and then patted the tail of the sheep.

"Altay big tailed sheep! Come all the way from Asia... Look at the perfect curve..." he said and patted hard, "what a great fat, tender and round sheep tail!"

Aberforth listened, and the corner of his eye smoked again.

"I like goats! Understand? Goats!" he said in a low voice. "You brought a sheep. Are you going to insult the biggest hobby of my life?"

"Isn't that good?" Maka looked down again and subconsciously slapped again.

"You boy, you don't know the beauty of goats!" aberforth put his wine glass on the bar and pointed angrily at Maka.

"OK, ok... I can't apologize yet?" Marca smiled and shook her hand, led the sheep out again, tied it on the pillar at the door, and then came inside.

"Butter beer," he said, pointing to the stove behind him, "heat it for me?"

Aberforth casually took out a dusty wine bottle from under the bar and took a glass to Maka.

"Heat yourself!" he said angrily.

Maka shrugged, took out her wand and ordered some wine bottles and glasses. After cleaning, she poured the butter and beer into the glass.

Then, he pulled his wand around the wine glass for a few times. With a burst of seemingly non-existent flame, the liquid in the glass gradually burst into tiny bubbles.

Soon, the top edge of the wine cup was steaming, and a strong smell of butter also dispersed.

"Another so-called genius..." murmured aberforth. "I hate genius."

"What's the matter with genius? It's not all human." Maka smiled. "When it's bad luck, no one can hide..."

"You don't deny that you are a genius?" aberforth despised him.

"As far as I know, I want to deny that it needs the consent of others..." Maka said, took a big sip from her glass, which relaxed her airway. "The so-called 'genius' has never been self styled by the party concerned. Don't you see your brother understand?"

"He?" said aberforth with a smile. "At your age, he has long claimed to be a genius. He complains all day that he has nowhere to show his talent..."

"... the older the more modest?" Maka said curiously.

"Hum... How can there be such a saying?" aberforth disdained to say, "a 'genius' will know to restrain only when he has done something stupid! It's a pity... It's too late then!"

Marca listened and couldn't help touching her face.

The old man was right. Not only his brother Dumbledore, but also himself almost took the road of no return

"Hmm..." Maka thought for a while, suddenly raised her head and said seriously, "you're right! In order to thank you, I'll pick you a goat next time I come back!"

"Shut up!" aberforth glared at him. "I don't want to hear the word 'goat' in your mouth. It's an insult to say such a beautiful word in your mouth, an ignorant kid like you!"

Maka forced a row of forehead and shook her head helplessly - the goods are definitely hopeless!

Just then, the door of the bar was pushed open again, the broken bell rang again, and a man in a black cloak came in with big steps from the outside.

"Get out!"

Aberforth just looked up, almost looked more, and immediately roared.

"Well?"

Maka looked back and found that the man was in a dilemma at the door because of aberforth's loud drink. It looked like Snape.

"What's the matter?" he looked back and looked strangely at aberforth.

"The boy came to eavesdrop on other people's conversation fourteen years ago and was kicked out by me!" aberforth pointed to the door.

Marca looked back at Snape again - they were all wearing hoods! And... Fourteen years ago? Can you recognize it?

"... it's time to go!"

Snape's voice sounded rather agitated. After he left a word, he immediately turned and walked out.

Marca looked at aberforth with a complicated face and couldn't help looking more.

"You have a good memory!"

When he finished, he picked up his glass and finished at one breath. Then he put down the wine money and walked out of the door, while albus behind him just snorted impatiently.

The air outside was obviously much colder than in the house. Maka couldn't help shrinking her neck and looked at Snape.

"I'll take you there?" snape frowned. "With your ability, don't you need it?"

Maka shook her head with a wry smile and said, "it's either that she won't, or that she always deviates from her goal. It doesn't work how she tries..."

Phantom movement is not spatial movement, and it can not be solved by calculation alone. It is more of a long-distance movement that relies on memory and perceptual residue.

For ordinary wizards, just do it by feeling. But if Maka relies on feeling to cast spells, there will always be deviation.

At least, until he understood the broken rules and runes contained in the phantom shifting spell, he could never rely on accurate calculation to correct the offset of coordinates.

"As for what's wrong, I still don't understand..." he said helplessly.

"You'd better find out earlier."

Snape said, reaching for Marca's arm. With a twist, they immediately disappeared in place.

……

It was another feeling to come to riddle's house again.

For Voldemort, Maka has lost his original confusion about the unknown. Now he probably knows the secret behind Voldemort's resurrection.

As for whether to continue to explore the "bewitching monument", he also had a preliminary plan.

The original plan has been terminated, but part of it can continue to be implemented in the current situation. It's just that he won't do it at will until everything is completely understood.

After Snape opened the slightly worn door, they walked together into the hall.

"Hiss -"

A giant snake comparable to the original Snake monster is entrenched in the hall. It is obviously the snake named "Nagini" raised by Voldemort.

Last time Marca came here, he wasn't here, but this time he bumped into him.

Although I don't know what Voldemort... Or the bewitching monument did to it, since it can become so big, it is obvious that it has fully grown.

It seems that the average wizard can only run away when he sees it.

In the dark, Nagini's eyes twinkled with wisdom, and his whole body was like a black death, with a lot of black gas. He looked fierce, but he was smart.

Maka didn't understand the snake man's voice, so she didn't understand what it meant by "hissing". Judging from the snake's behavior, it is obviously not difficult to guess - it seems that it instinctively doesn't want to get close to this side.

"It's not much more stupid than aragok?" Marca thought. "Is this a snake monster transformed by Voldemort?"

"Don't speculate about the greatness of the Dark Lord!"

Before he knew it, Snape had entered the play and was now seriously criticizing Maka.

Maka just shrugged, then stopped looking at the snake, followed Snape up the stairs and went upstairs to the study.

"Dudu"

Two light and careful knocks on the door passed, and the death eaters in the study turned their heads vigilantly and looked towards the door.

At the other end of the long table, Voldemort sat with his eyes closed and suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared with the last time, there was a strange black flame in his pupil, which kept beating and looked strange.

"Come in."

His voice seemed to have a sense of hoarseness, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time, dry and dignified.

With his words, the door of the study was gently pushed open, and Snape took the lead in.

"Master, Marca McLean is here."

Before the words fell, even before the Maka people came in, all the Death Eaters immediately opened their eyes and looked cautiously at the deep and dark door opening.