Chapter 333

"McLean, you're finally back! You know what? Owls can't find you - we're all in a hurry!"

"I'll come back as soon as possible, Hagrid. They're still moving the giant tribe in the mountains and forests!"

"Transfer the giant tribe? Oh, no... don't say this first. Come upstairs with me! Go and have a look at Kingsley!"

"Ah, yes... What happened to Kingsley? What happened during my absence from England..."

Two full days have passed since the night that fooled the giants.

When the giants with developed limbs and simple mind regarded Hagrid as an ancestor Messenger, Maka observed for a while.

After he had explained what to do to Hagrid and Mrs. maxim, he hurried back with the door key.

But when he first ran back to Hogwarts for a turn, before he could rest, he learned that something seemed to have happened to the order of the Phoenix.

Since the situation seemed urgent, he went to black's old house again. Then Mrs. Weasley, who stayed at home, grabbed him by the wrist and staggered upstairs.

"... at the beginning, he just looked dull, but within two days, he also had an aimless desire to attack. There's no way, we can only control him first by magic -" Mrs. Weasley nagged. From the beginning, her face was filled with incomparable worry.

"... in this room."

They stopped at the door of a small bedroom in the corner of the third floor, and then Mrs. Weasley motioned to the closed door.

"HMM." Maka nodded slightly, then unscrewed the door handle without hesitation.

After he opened the door of the small bedroom, he saw a tall figure tightly locked in magic handcuffs and shackles. When Mrs. Weasley lit the magic lamp in the room, the darkness in the room was completely dispelled in an instant.

Controlled by magic and physics, it is Kingsley schacker, who Maka is already familiar with.

However, although his appearance had not changed at all, Kingsley's eyes were completely different. In those soft and tolerant pupils, all Maka can see is madness.

The black wizard in front of him tried to stand up as soon as he saw someone coming in. At the same time, with the chain "clattering" a burst of tension, he was pulled and sat down on the floor.

"Kingsley!" Maka shouted as she walked forward, staring into each other's eyes, and then frowned slightly, "... Well, didn't you respond?"

His eyes did not leave Kingsley's, but his hands did not stop. He touched his waist, took out a syringe, pulled out the needle cap and gently stabbed Kingsley's fixed hand.

"... I can't feel the pain," he said, shaking his hand in front of Kingsley again. "The vision is also... Hmm? Why is he staring at me?"

While Maka inspected Kingsley, Mrs. Weasley kept describing the recent situation.

After listening for a while, Maka knew that all these were caused by the last abnormal case about the "crazy Wizard".

In fact, there have been several similar incidents in the days since Maka left the British border.

Under the condition of unknown cause, five wizards from different regions have fallen into intermittent madness. At first, the wizard even became a little quiet every more than ten hours.

Because this series of cases is likely to be a conspiracy being planned by Voldemort. It is urgent and powerful. When Marca cannot be contacted immediately, Kingsley, who was responsible for tracking the case, went out for several nights.

However, at dawn just over two days ago, the members of the order of the Phoenix sitting around the kitchen for breakfast only waited for an elite Auror who looked dejected.

After that day, Kingsley's condition deteriorated rapidly.

Although he was unable to communicate with people as soon as he came back, he could at least make some reactions to people, such as staring at people walking around, or babbling out some syllables with unknown meaning.

But before long, he became a fool who could only drool on the ground.

The day before Maka came back, Kingsley finally made an aimless attack. Just because his symptoms were very similar to the crazy wizards in that series of cases, no one was injured when everyone was prepared.

"... it's just that Kingsley's appearance has dealt a great blow to everyone," Mrs. Weasley has long lost her original wind and fire, and now she is telling seriously, "especially... Last night, Sirius sneaked out..."

"... really?" Marka looked back at her subconsciously. "It's all right. I have a way to find him, but the most important thing now is to find out Kingsley's physical condition first."

At this point, he took out a dark brown potion bottle from his waist, but did not immediately pull out the cork.

"Mrs. Weasley, please cover your nose and hold your breath." after the other party did it with a little doubt, Maka took a deep breath, held her nose in one hand, and then pushed the cork open with one hand.

After that, he quickly shook the mouth of the bottle under Kingsley's nose, and then pressed the cork firmly.

"Yes."

When Mrs. Weasley heard it, she gently put down her hand covering her nose, but even when she found that a very exciting smell had spread to the whole room.

"Oh - Merlin is on the, what's the smell?" she couldn't help covering her nose again.

"... have you lost your sense of smell? Or..." Maka, who was talking to himself, didn't look back. He just explained casually, "this is a kind of mixed odorant, which can be used to drive away olfactory creatures... Of course, I don't think you want to know the specific ingredients..."

"Well..." Mrs. Weasley paused and asked, "how's Kingsley?"

"It's not easy to judge for the time being, but it should not be caused by black magic... At least not ordinary black magic."

After a lot of tossing, Maka wiped off the rune array temporarily painted on the ground, then left the bedroom with two syringes of Kingsley's blood samples and walked quickly to the potion preparation room in the basement.

"Mr. McLean? You're back..."

"Eh? Maka bastard?"

On the first floor of the stairs, he happened to meet Lenny and Lena sisters.

Not to mention anything else, at least there seems to be no change in the state of the werewolf sisters: sister Lena is still calm and calm, and sister Lenny still calls him "big bastard".

"Oh, Lai en?" Maka just said, but when he saw the figure coming out of the corner behind them, he was suddenly stunned, "... Ah, Miss TIA? Are you finally willing to come out of there?"

"Ma... Ma... Mr. McLean, i... well... Good afternoon."

When TIA appeared in Marca's sight from that corner, she was wearing a new women's wizard robe. Her long black hair was loosely tied on her shoulder, which added a beauty to her ordinary appearance.

But her timid appearance was as usual, and there was no big change.

"Well, good afternoon." Maka smiled and then turned to Lena. "Is there anyone else at home? Help me look around and bring it to the potion room - if no one is there, come by yourself! I need a more careful potion assistant..."

"OK."

Lena nodded softly as usual and answered obediently. But she was about to turn around, but she was surprised to hear TIA's voice.

"Mr. McLean, may i...?"

"Huh?"

When Maka heard the speech, she stopped and continued to step downstairs. She stood on the steps and looked at TIA.

"Oh... Really? Of course..." he thought, then nodded, "Lena, it seems not necessary... Miss Tiya, come with me!"

After that, he stopped talking and took the lead to the steps leading to the basement. Seeing this, TIA seemed a little uneasy, folded her hands and pinched them, so she followed them together.

After everyone's renovation, the old black house has generally become bright and warm. Even the living room on the second floor, which had not been moved some time ago, has now been completely cleaned up.

But in the basement, it was still dark and cold. Only dark blue flames twisted and jumped in the magic lampshade on the wall, emitting cold light without a trace of temperature.

However, this is a matter of course, because there are Marca's reconstructed potion preparation room and magic material storage room below.

In order to eliminate all environmental interference as much as possible, not only constant magic is arranged in the room, but also there will be no slack in the corridor.

Maka walked fast ahead, steady and powerful; But TIA, who followed him closely and slowly, seemed to have a deep resistance to the environment here. When she walked, she was timid, and her lips were subconsciously tight.

"Huh? Oh... Don't be afraid, it's okay." Maka heard the messy footsteps behind her. "By the way, is miss Tiya familiar with magic medicine?"

"... OK, I can't learn other subjects well... Just magic medicine... I'm very interested." TIA paused, and then caught up with Maka.

"Well... Oh, is that why you want to see Professor Snape?"

As she spoke, Maka stopped at the last second door in the underground corridor, took out her wand and gently touched the door without keyhole and handle.

With the soft sound of "Bo", the door leaf suddenly twisted, and then burst like a needled soap bubble and disappeared between the door frames.