Chapter 365

"... Severus, this is my last request to you... Give this to Tom and this to Marca... You know what to do... They all have their own way..."

In the basement of Hogwarts main castle, in the office of the potion Professor, Snape sat behind the desk expressionless, with a pair of cold black eyes staring at the table quietly.

In front of him was a small glass tube filled with flocs.

Although it seems to be a materialized memory, if you put it into a meditation basin, you should be able to interpret its content. But the flocs in the glass tube are not normal silver, but a very pure bright silver.

There should have been a broken wand on the table, which was finally to be handed over to Voldemort. But for now, the wand is still where it should be.

The rest of the small glass tube is left to Maka.

At this moment, the whole Hogwarts was very quiet. It was an inexplicable silence, as if some unspeakable ominous enveloped the castle, which made people a little breathless.

Almost all the teachers and students gathered in the vestibule, which was a slightly withered and yellow lawn.

The recent weather is obviously a little cold, but there are too many people here. The number was so large that it seemed that even the air was soaked by everyone's temperature and became a little warm.

But even so, everyone's heart is cold.

These days, it has been cloudy for several nights. Although it always clears up during the day, it seems that I can't last this afternoon

A tidal current surged in the soil where the dead grass took root, as if it was heralding the coming rainy night.

At this time, maybe Snape is not here alone?

At this moment of silence in Hogwarts, the space beside the raceway outside the school suddenly twisted, and a figure quietly appeared.

"... I always feel a strange sense of vision. What is the blood curse of the brova family?"

There appeared Maka, who had just returned from the dark lane next to the dark spirit Pavilion. After Mr. brova showed up with his entourage and took Willie directly back to brova castle, Maka immediately came to Hogwarts.

According to Mr. brova, the title page of the ancient genealogy does not indicate whether it can be sealed twice, but it should be possible in theory.

So he decided to take his daughter home.

As for Marca, although he didn't have time to say more to Willie's father, he at least conveyed his research results on blood transformation to Mr. brova.

Believe it or not, Voldemort's proposal should be reconsidered by Mr. blova on the premise that Voldemort has broken his promise.

In fact, if possible, Marca really wanted to go to brova fort with Willie.

"... blood curse... Seal magic... Enigmatic crystal flower... Origin of Meiwa... Extinct ancient desert country... Great disaster..."

Immersed in thinking, Maka has not yet noticed the abnormality of Hogwarts. He just untied the defense magic on the front door, then opened the tall fence door and went in.

Even after stepping into the campus, he subconsciously backhand added a new defense magic.

With his footsteps, the almost equal height staff lightly lit all the way on the ground, inadvertently destroying the silence in the campus.

"Disaster"

A series of key words mentioned in Willie's story flashed one by one in Marca's mind, and finally stopped at the word "disaster".

"Ah!"

When several pictures suddenly appeared in Maka's mind, he couldn't help shouting.

"Is it difficult that this' curse 'has anything to do with the stone of bewitchment?"

At that time, in the stone chamber, the power of the bewitching monument in Voldemort's body obviously counterattacked. What led to this was the curse that broke out when Willie untied the seal.

Looking at the common ground between the two, they both cause huge "disasters".

"The stone of bewitchment, the curse of blood... Plus the Gryffindor sword and the ground round mirror described in the despicable mural of halbo's tomb... Can they be the same thing?"

In confusion, Maka lowered her eyes slightly and kept urging her rapidly changing thoughts. But as he got closer and closer to Hogwarts castle, he finally felt something wrong.

He suddenly looked up, trying to find the source of the strange feeling. But he didn't have to look for it at all. At a glance, he saw the crowd of people standing silently in front of the castle.

"This..." at the sight of this scene, makadan even thought of what Voldemort had said, "don't be kidding... It's... Impossible?"

In front of him, a large number of little wizards gathered on the lawn and hung their heads without saying a word. In the innermost part of the crowd, it seems that there are still some professors standing.

Maka quickly took out a magic book, threw it forward, stepped on it, and quickly swept over the horse path, the lawn and the heads of the little wizards, blowing into the circle like a gust of wind.

Many people noticed his arrival, and everyone's eyes subconsciously followed his body until he fell to the ground in the innermost part.

"Marca." "McClane."

Many people habitually shouted to him, but he didn't care. He just stared at the lawn surrounded by everyone in amazement.

There, an old wizard with white hair and beard was lying on the ground with a calm face.

A pair of half moon glasses had been broken and hung askew on his left ear; There was also a broken wand, which fell on the edge of the grass not far away.

The dark blue eyes on the old wizard's face have also lost the expression that should be full of wisdom.

"... inexplicable."

Maka stared for a long time, but only squeezed out such a sentence.

But before the voice was settled, he suddenly waved his staff, and a magic wave immediately spread to the old wizard. But soon, after receiving the feedback, Maka frowned again.

Obviously, there is no breath of life in that body. Not only that, even the magic in his body did not independently block Maka's exploration, but was constantly escaping outside the body.

"Everybody step back. I need to do a deeper examination."

In Makana's indisputable words, both students and professors retreated with a complex face. Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at him with a worried face in the crowd.

Especially Hermione, her eyes were bloodshot and red, and seemed to have shed a lot of tears.

On the other side, Luna just looked at Maka silently and didn't know what she was thinking.

When everyone had made room, Maka gave a sharp beating to the staff in her hand. A black fog skeleton passed silently under the old wizard, then rose very smoothly and rushed to the sky.

The magic full of the feeling of black magic made everyone feel uneasy. But in this situation, as a caster, Maka's reckless appearance makes people feel more secure.

"How's it going?" Professor McGonagall, standing at the front of the crowd, clenched his handkerchief and held the insignificant expectation.

Maka turned slowly and shook her head darkly.

"There is no soul in the body." he took a deep breath, slowly spit it out, and then said heavily, "Dumbledore... Has gone..."

Maka's words seemed to turn on a stuck switch. A series of commotions and cries suddenly sounded in the crowd, mixed with fear and sadness, which suddenly exploded the already extremely depressed atmosphere.

"... albus."

Professor McGonagall wiped his eyes with his handkerchief, and his voice trembled.

"Professor McGonagall," Marca walked up to her, patted her on the shoulder, and then said seriously, "now is not the time to cry. I believe Professor Dumbledore won't want to see this..."

Then he turned his head to the little wizards behind MEG and looked around a little.

"Students, be quiet and listen to me!"

His voice was clear and loud. Under the effect of magic, it spread all over everyone's ears.

"No matter what happens, Hogwarts is still here. We have nothing to be afraid of! Although Dumbledore has left, he must have left to protect Hogwarts and US -"

"Like us, he was born in Hogwarts. This is his home, my home, our common home!"

"He is fearless for Hogwarts, and of course we can be fearless. No matter what we are facing, we should be brave because -"

Speaking of this, Maka waved the staff hard, and a dazzling blue and white light column suddenly burst into the sky, breaking through the thick clouds above her head.

In an instant, the pillar of light dissipated silently, and a golden sun fell through the hole between the clouds.

"Because we are Hogwarts!"

As everyone looked up at the top of their heads, Maka patted Professor McGonagall on the arm.

"I'll leave it to you. Let's go back to the castle as soon as possible - in addition, patrols need to be arranged immediately within the school in case of accidents."

At this time, Snape also came out at the gate of Hogwarts castle. He stood by the steps in front of the door and looked up at the sky like everyone else. There was a trace of longing and nostalgia in his eyes.

Perhaps most wizards have dreamed of powerful magic, and some of them have made unremitting efforts. Obviously, Snape is one of them.

He has always been obsessed with the position of Professor of defense against the dark arts, and the reason is naturally obvious.

"Professor Snape?" Marca went down the steps and called.

"Yes."

Snape looked down at him, then turned and walked in.

"... come with me."