Chapter 257

In ancient times, witches' understanding of magic was much deeper and clearer than that of modern times. They opened up the road of sublimation from "material" to "spirit", and even accurate to every detailed step.

At that time, wizards had high requirements for personal talents. Both physique and wisdom were essential elements for every wizard to climb the peak of magic mystery.

But because of this, there are surprisingly few wizards who can set foot on that road, resulting in the loss of inheritance.

Until modern times, the so-called "Wizards" have no strength, and the cultivation environment is one out of ten. Even magical creatures have long lost their instinct to continue to diversify.

With the scientific development of Muggle becoming more and more prosperous, the group of wizards has come to an end.

But in such a bad environment, Dumbledore, who is extremely intelligent and gifted in "spirit", unknowingly embarked on a wizard's road that only belongs to him.

He smoothed the deficiency of "material" with "spirit", chewed the charm of the rules of the world with the feeling of life, and at this moment, he touched the peak called "death" like ancient wizards.

"... sometimes, people... Should be selfish..."

Voldemort could not understand it at all. When Dumbledore said this, he had a naughty smile like a child on his face.

But his power from the bewitching monument made him feel an unparalleled threat.

"Damn it, what happened?"

He cursed himself angrily, and then waved his wand without hesitation.

Suddenly, the black gas curled up again and coerced him into a black ball. Then it collapsed silently in an instant and disappeared in the sight of everyone in the blink of an eye.

He just ran away, decisive and quick, without any hesitation.

"Run!"

Among the death eaters, I don't know which one took the lead in shouting, and then everyone immediately moved to form a phantom, and in the twinkling of an eye they ran away in the footsteps of their boss.

The ending of such a tiger head and snake tail made the members of the order of the Phoenix who stood inside the school gate and looked at the situation outside stunned and looked at each other for a long time. Only then did they have to accept the reality in front of them.

"Go back, Voldemort won't come back in a short time..."

Dumbledore turned calmly, waved gently to everyone, and took the lead in walking towards the main gate of the castle. I just glanced at the forbidden forest when I passed Hagrid's cabin.

Soon, when Dumbledore came to the lawn in front of the castle, he saw a row of stone pier Knights standing orderly at the front door and the entrance of the auditorium, silently performing the task of guarding the school.

Professor McGonagall, standing behind the knights, smiled and nodded immediately after seeing Dumbledore.

"How's it going?"

Professor McGonagall asked immediately before Dumbledore approached.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "it's all right. It's safe for the time being... We'll talk about it later. Now let's arrange the students to go back to their bedroom to sleep!"

It's obviously still early before dawn! Although the professors must have no chance to sleep, the students are in need of sleep.

When the dean of each college returned to the common room with the little wizards and urged everyone to sleep in the bedroom, Dumbledore and Snape returned to the principal's room first.

"Severus, there are some things you need to pay more attention to, about Maka's child..."

That night, Snape stayed in the principal's room until dawn, and then he left with his usual cold expression.

Although he always walked like the wind, and his robe often spread like the wings of a bat, this time he seemed to be in a hurry than ever, as if he was venting his heavy boredom.

Shortly after Snape left the principal's room, the door was suddenly opened from inside, and then Dumbledore came out with a strange expression on his face.

"... seems to have forgotten someone."

As he muttered, he took the escalator downstairs.

At the same time, in the underground tower under the Quidditch stadium, Lockhart was shrinking in the corner of the Ice Palace on a certain floor, shaking with arms and knees.

"... I, gidrow Lockhart, swear to Merlin that in the future, I will study knowledge carefully, not lazy, negative or dishonest, keep myself in line, strive for self-improvement, and strive to be a qualified wizard all my life!"

"So... Can someone help me! I'm freezing to death - ah - sneeze!"

Around him, in addition to the ice wall, there was an ice wall everywhere. From time to time, snowflakes fluttered and fell in the air, almost making him a snowman.

I don't know whether he made a fight with a cold place or was cursed. Every time he tried to be a hero, he would be trapped in a cold place.

Why can't you even use a fire spell in this damn ice maze?

"Hey ~ ~ ~ ~ Mai, ahchoo! Mclele ~ ~ ~ ~ en!" Lockhart's teeth giggled with cold, and his voice trembled like Pavarotti's aria, "save ~ ~ ~ life ~ ~ ~ ah ~ ~ ~"

In this deserted Ice Palace, only Lockhart's tenor is constantly echoing, with endless desolation and sadness.

……

Voldemort's attack was like a farce, which began in the inexplicability of most people, but also ended quietly in the inexplicability.

In this noisy stage play, Maka did not play any role, even if it was just an unknown passer-by.

But only a limited number of people know that he is the writer of most of the scripts, who is far away in the mountains and forests of Albania.

Well, it's far, but it's not that far... At least for this time, it's very close.

Today is June 29. It has been four days since Voldemort fled in panic. Even today, there are only two days left for the summer vacation.

At this time, as in the past few days, Maka squatted in front of the dark bewitching Monument and added the last few words to her notes.

To tell the truth, this big black stone is indeed quite mysterious, and the mystery contained in it also gives Maka a a headache. With his current magic knowledge, he may not be able to fully understand this thing in another ten years.

Fortunately, Maka doesn't need to fully understand.

For him, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of black death, and the other is to find effective means to deal with black death.

Of course, it would be great to know more about Voldemort's current state and strength.

It has to be said that he is still very lucky - this kind of ancient magic items are related to the rules; Some mysteries that others will never understand have traces for him.

When he wrote down the required detection data one by one, it was time to go back.

"... OK, I'll be busy when I go back!"

Maka stood up, patted the clothes, cleaned up everything, and quickly left the main tomb along the way.

Until he walked out of the ancient temple as the entrance, he took a deep breath of fresh air and waved happily to the alienated eight eyed giant spiders standing outside.

"Hey, kids!" he smiled. "Do you miss your father?"

A group of spiders suddenly looked at him with eight big eyes, which made his eyes tingle - these little bastards can't bear to look straight at him!

Maka is in a good mood. After all, there are clear clues to solve a worry, and a big stone in his heart can be landed slightly.

After a series of preparation, it's actually to come here without Voldemort's attention and uncover the mystery of the bewitching monument. It's really hard to think about it.

But the content of the book of sin was right in front of him, reminding him that everything needs to be prepared, otherwise he might regret it all his life.

With a slight sigh of relief, Maka reached out and pulled out... Cough... A suspicious * * with a stiff cartoon yellow chicken printed on it.

He shook the fancy * * carelessly, then stretched out his wand and nodded, as if he were adjusting something. Before long, he opened his left hand and then shook it hard.

At the moment when he grabbed the yellow chicken on the * * and tightened its neck, the * * suddenly spun up with him, and then suddenly fell down.

With a twist of space, he disappeared into the depths of this quiet forest with people and * *.

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"Ow --!"

Maka used the door key for the first time. Although he made it himself, no one stipulated that whoever did it would use it, right?

In the long-distance travel across continents and countries, the phantom appearance is often unstable. Although others are not as far away as Maka, the door key still plays an important role in this super long-distance travel.

The magic spell of making the door key is actually quite simple, but due to the abuse of a certain period, the Ministry of magic opened a separate office to strictly control this simple and effective magic prop.

But where does Maka care about these? As long as the magic wave generated when she arrives at her destination is restrained, the Ministry of magic can't detect it at all.

However, after all, this is his first time to use it. He patronizes the control magic, but he didn't expect it to be merciless.

Oh... How soft is it? Can I say... I sat down an innocent passer-by?

Maka lowered her head, but saw a familiar figure lying on her back under his ass, with a head exposed between his legs.

"Mmm..." Maka grinned a little sorry and smiled brightly between her legs. "Hi! Good afternoon. How about a butter beer... My treat!"