Chapter 325

"Don't mention the legend that it's too far away from today," Maka waved her hand. "As for wandless casting, isn't it quite a lot in Africa?"

In fact, there is really nothing to make a fuss about when casting a spell without a staff. As Maka said, there is such a convenient "habit" in wagadu Magic School in Africa, that is to use fingers and gestures to depict the path of casting a spell.

Of course, after the magic wand was invented in the European magic world, there were fewer and fewer direct unarmed spells in Africa.

Because African wizards found that when they got used to the magic wand, the difficulty of casting magic fell sharply, and the success rate was far from comparable to that of unarmed magic.

"Of course I know the situation in Africa, but I've never seen a wandless spell like you." St. Guina stared at his hand hesitantly. "Just look at the degree of your patron saint's spell, it can be compared with our natural magic..."

"If you are interested in this topic, we can continue to discuss it another day," Marca urged with a smile. "At least you should know that I am not 'proud', but 'confident'?"

"OK, OK, I admit, you won..." Saint Guiana sighed and then sat back in his chair. "Although it failed to tempt you, I have to say it's a pity."

"Why don't you tell me what makes you feel sorry?" Maka didn't seem to be annoyed at all.

Saint Guiana seemed to want to clear her mind. She smiled and remained silent for a while before she continued to speak.

"After all, it was a pure accident to meet Mr. McLean in the bar today..."

After the standoff without sparks just now, the Vampire Lady in front of Maka seems to have finally given up her original plan, and her words have become a lot more simple.

"Yes, it's true that Mr. Deiss came to you... Maybe he has arrived in the British magic world now?" she said softly. "But there's a little different from what I just said. I'm actually... On the other side."

"Yes, it's the side that agrees with the alliance with Voldemort -" she couldn't help laughing bitterly. "It sounds very contradictory to what I just said, doesn't it?"

"What's the trouble?" Marca asked indifferently.

"I can't say it's a 'hardship'..." Saint Guiana shook his head. "The reason is very simple, because my last name determines which side I should stand, even if I'm reluctant."

"You know, our family is actually very old-fashioned..." she said helplessly, "about this, it is much more stubborn than your wizard's pure blood family!"

Maka nodded clearly. He somehow understood why the St. Guiana lady had just used the vampire's natural magic to seduce herself regardless of the risk.

"Are you worried that even if you tell the truth, I won't trust you?" he said. "That's why you're going to tempt me with gifted magic and make me willingly agree to form an alliance with you?"

Speaking of this, Maka thought and said, "well, what is driving you to take this risk and make an alliance with us? If I judge in your position, it's best not to help each other?"

Ms. Saint Guiana nodded and said, "if you want to maintain the status quo and preserve yourself, of course, that's right, but... The outcome we want... Is not like this."

At this moment, the expression on her face looked a little complicated, but there was a faint expectation.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect Mr. McLean to be such a broad-minded wizard. In that case, I'll say it straight -"

Saint Guiana pursed her purplish red lips, and then went on:

"In fact, a large part of our people want to really integrate into the wizard society, which is not only caused by the similarity in appearance, but also the most important thing is... We actually envy the prosperity of the wizard society."

"Do you really integrate into the wizard society?" Maka recalled the current state of the vampire family. "As far as I know, you are indeed doing so."

In the modern magic world, there are fewer and fewer incidents caused by vampires. Although there are still some diehards who cause trouble occasionally, many vampires have begun to go in and out of some wizard social occasions peacefully.

However, even so, without the official support of the wizard community, even if the vampire side has a strong will, it will inevitably encounter great resistance.

If a vampire really stands on Voldemort's side this time, no matter success or failure, it is equivalent to the whole family being tied to Voldemort's thief ship.

Instead, they might as well bet on the order of the Phoenix. At least in the eyes of those rationalists, Maka's victory rate is obviously much higher.

"Yes, in fact, we have been trying to integrate into the wizard society, and although the difficulties are not small, at least there is hope..." Saint Guiana said and sighed again.

"In fact, we have even prepared some funds to start a very important integration plan." she said with a sad face, "everything was fine, but who knows..."

"Integration plan?" Maka immediately noticed the keyword.

"Yes, the integration plan," St. Guiana nodded. "After some discussion, we decided on a plan that will ease the conflict between our vampires and your wizards --"

"We want to organize a group called 'vampire tolerance Association' to create a platform for peer-to-peer communication between wizards and Vampires - if possible, we also intend to open a formal blood trade in this association. I believe that it will greatly reduce the predation desire of our people."

"Because human blood is the most delicious food for vampires... Isn't it?" Maka thought for a moment. "If you want to organize this association, you will inevitably face great difficulties... That is, you need a push from Wizards?"

"Yes, we originally planned to conduct a pilot operation in the British magic world," said St. Guiana frankly, "because... Mr. Dumbledore is in the UK."

Dumbledore always showed a softer side in dealing with magical creatures. No wonder they put their breakthrough on the greatest White wizard today.

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That night, Maka and Ms. Saint Guiana continued to discuss their views. This tortuous inter ethnic dialogue was even over.

Of course, Maka didn't promise immediately. After all, this is just one side of Saint Guiana. Whether Maka believes it or not, she has to make more research to judge the specific situation.

The next morning, Maka put the vampire aside and focused on the task of finding giants again.

Yesterday in the bar, Hagrid and Maka had obtained information about the giant community from the wizard named troka.

Maka, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim went all the way north according to the general direction provided by troka and came to the border between Latvia and Russia.

They began to hike as much as possible in some deserted mountains there.

Those giants do not like wizards, especially the use of magic, which will easily arouse their anger and hostility, which is determined not to be conducive to negotiation.

However, with the help of Maka's eight eyed giant spiders, the search process was very smooth - it was even like a field trip.

But Hagrid was very curious about those eight eyed giant spiders. If Maka stopped him, I'm sure he would be directly made into stone carvings by those "little cute" people!

After all, Hagrid is only a giant hybrid, not a real giant. His resistance to magic can not be compared with a real giant.

At Marca's advice, his babies came back to inform him immediately after they found the figure of the giant.

"Let's go! It's in that direction -"

Marka waved to Hagrid and Mrs. maxim, and then jumped directly on Xiao Liu, which made Hagrid envy for a while.

When they crossed the three mountains and climbed the fourth ridge, they immediately saw the bonfires with faint warm light below.

In the vicinity of those campfires, the huge figure like a hill is constantly wandering, which is really amazing.

Unfortunately, they spent most of the day on their way here. No matter how fast they looked, they couldn't catch up with the night that came quietly.

"It seems that we can only wait for tomorrow," whispered Marca, taking out three magic medicine bottles from her waist and handing them to Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim. "Take a drink to warm up... It's really cold in this place!"

After that, he took a drink from himself, and then took out supplies for the night.

"The tent has been cursed with traceless stretching, but..." Maka looked at the two big men around her, then shrugged and said, "well... Madam, you should be all right, but Hagrid is expected to be stuck at the mouth of the tent?"

In fact, it was just a polite remark. Not to mention Hagrid, Mrs. Maxim can't get in, because his tent is too small from the outside

"Thank you, Mr. McLean, but no..." Mrs. Maxim went down the steps given by Marca. "In this month, more than half of our days are spent in the wild. It's nothing."

"Yes, yes!" Hagrid said happily. "Marca, what's the name of your bottle of magic medicine? You feel warm when you drink it - this is enough!"

"It's made with the blood of the salamander. It doesn't have any formal name - or call it 'warm-up agent'! Anyway, the names of those magic drugs in the magic world are all in this tone..."

As he spoke, he took out a large rattan box and put it heavily on the open space in front of him.