Chapter 565

"... eh, why did you come back?"

As soon as she opened the door, Maka saw a familiar face.

Fanny has a good temperament, and her appearance must be not bad. It's just that she is serious all day. She is usually cold in dealing with people and things, which often gives people a feeling of bad contact.

"Someone is dead. It's the male wizard who was unkind to you yesterday -" Fanny quickly closed the door, which whispered, "tefuller's family."

Look! Dead people don't change their faces and their hearts don't jump. They really don't look like a woman.

"The small one? Or the big one?" Maka asked with a slight frown.

"Big."

Fanny answered his question concisely.

Maka was surprised that someone died after he had only been out for one night. No matter how fierce the secret fight was, it would not kill on the night of arriving at busbarton.

But the thought that he had a face-to-face meeting with the two of the Teflons in the old housekeeper's room yesterday made it more suspicious.

After Maka considered this, she quickly came to two guesses: either the forces with old enemies with the Teflon family wanted to take the opportunity to muddy the water, or some conspirators had pointed the tip of their green staff at Maka McLean.

"Mr. McLean, you didn't go last night..." probably seeing Maka so calm, Fanny began to doubt, "Sir, do you want me to try to spread some words and disturb the sight of other forces?"

When she said this, she obviously killed Maka on the spot.

Not to mention, I didn't come back all night yesterday, and it happened that someone found a body early in the morning, which was a coincidence.

However, in the disputes over rights, it is too common to die. Fanny could climb to the position of family manager, and she didn't know what was in it, so she soon planned to try to completely muddy the pool according to the usual way.

"No, it has nothing to do with me," Marca shook her head gently. "I wasn't in the castle last night... Your treatment is right, but before that, we can explore the truth. Well... You really only saw one dead person?"

"Yes," Fanny nodded affirmatively, "it's the male wizard who has been with the young master of the tefuller family. His death has no characteristics."

"If that guy is alone, things are not out of control." Maka narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then he waved his hand. "Let's go and have a look first!"

When the situation is not clear for the time being, his active appearance is also a way to interfere with others' attention. So he must rush to the scene as soon as possible so that no one will deliberately throw out some news against him in his absence.

With Fanny leading the way, soon Marca came to a corner in the corridor, but found that it was full of people. It was easy to see over the heads of a group of wizards that Mrs. maxim, who had just separated from him, hurried to him. Her unusual height and figure make her stand out in the crowd.

In the air next to her, there was a translucent white shadow floating, which was naturally the ghost of the hornheim family, Mr. David.

"When I passed by just now, there weren't as many people as now..." Fanny looked at the crowded corridor in front of her and whispered to Marca, "Mr. McLean, do you need me to ask them to let a way out?"

When Maka heard the speech, she waved her hand.

"Does Mr. brova often do this?" he said helplessly. "I don't look like him, but I don't dare bother you to open the way... You wait."

He said, took out two large and thick magic books from his waist and threw them at his feet. Most of the people in front were looking forward one after another, but no one noticed his little movements.

"Come on, stand up -" Marca stretched out her hand and motioned Fanny to put her hand on her arm. "I'll take you there."

After that, he took the lead in stepping on one of the books and skillfully suspended only a few inches from the ground.

As soon as Fanny heard it, she guessed what Maka wanted to do. You can use the floating spell to fly. It's not something that ordinary wizards can play. Everyone knows that it can't be used directly on themselves. Therefore, wizards in the past invented magic items such as broomsticks and blankets in order to move stably and accurately in the air.

But with a firm spirit of work, Fanny stepped on another floating magic book quite nervously. When she felt that there was a steady power feedback under her feet, she opened her eyes and showed a look of wonder.

She is also an excellent witch cultivated by the family. Although she has been working hard for the family in recent years, she still has a very solid foundation in magic. So she can at least understand that Maka's control over the floating spell has reached a level that can be adjusted synchronously with the weight she steps on.

Standing on the hanging magic book, it was like being down-to-earth. This wonderful feeling made Fanny stamp her right foot again.

"Stop stamping," Marca quickly stopped. "Although I don't read this book often, it's also a book!"

When she realized how wrong her behavior was, she immediately nodded slightly, carefully stood on the book and no longer dared to move at will.

When Maka saw that she stood with her arm, she controlled the two books to rise slowly, floated over the crowd, and slid very steadily to the innermost side.

For a moment, the Wizards unconsciously tilted their heads, and then looked at Marca and Fanny all the way ahead.

"Who was it just now? Well... Oh! McLean of Hogwarts!"

"Floating spell?"

"Look what I saw - two people flying on books? Is this a new flying product?"

"One is the simple spell of fooling Muggles, the other is the theory of magic defense... I have read both of them. They are things that people can't read."

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With a lot of people talking, Maka came to the corner of the corridor ahead. Fanny, standing beside him, could not help feeling that it would not bother others, but in terms of high profile, it was much more conspicuous than letting her open the way.

"Mrs. maxim, what's the situation?"

Of course, Maka didn't care about other people's sight. As soon as he arrived, he asked and looked at the corner of the corridor.

Sure enough, it was the gloomy guy who fell to the ground yesterday.

He leaned obliquely against the wall, his arms hung on both sides of his body, and his head hung down powerlessly. And his legs, so straight forward, slightly diverged to both sides.

The bangs on his forehead are a little long, and he still lowers his head, so that those standing in front can't see the expression on his face. Maka was hanging in the air and could only see the back of his head.

But the light sensed that the magic in his body was escaping, and Maka knew that this guy must have died long ago.

"I don't know. I've just arrived, too." Mrs. Maxim looked at Maka, who was hanging in the air, and her face was still as dignified as before.

As early as in the top three competition, she had seen Maka's ability to step on the flight. Now, she will not be surprised. On the other hand, the ghost Mr. David looked back and forth at the magic book at the feet of Marca and Fanny, as if wondering whether it was a very creative flying tool.

"Is his wand still there?" Marca thought. "Maybe there are some clues left."

"It's still there, but I'm afraid there's no trace on it," Mrs. Maxim shook her head. "Look! It's well inserted on the inside of his robe! It seems that someone was caught off guard and didn't have time to pull out his wand..."

To tell the truth, according to what Maka saw outside the old housekeeper Edward's room at that time, the wizard of the tefuller family had a strong reaction ability. Even if you are attacked secretly, you may not be put down without resistance. It was because of this judgment that Maka kicked it away with a very fast speed at that time.

"I was too heavy?" he muttered.

In fact, it makes sense to think about it. Although this man's death was not Maka's hand, it may really have something to do with him.

At this time, some disorderly voices suddenly appeared in the crowd, as if someone was talking about something. Maka glanced back sharply. There was nothing unusual on her face, but her eyes were constantly patrolling the crowd.

Since someone killed last night, some rumors are bound to appear today. This method is very common, even some old-fashioned. The more people available, the more it shows that it is very easy to use. Not to mention whether those rumors can guide other forces, at least to create chaos, it must be effective.

What he is most concerned about now is who this rumor will be related to. It's Marca McLean? Or some other force?

Most of the Wizards present were subordinate members of various forces, and a very few took part in this heritage event in their own name. It can be said that most people's heads are not rusty. Naturally, they have their own ideas about the judgment of emergencies.

It can be seen that many people remain silent and stand idly by. Only a small number of people are gradually showing their hesitation, but their eyes are directly towards Maka

"No, not myself."

Marca found that all those eyes fell on Mrs. Maxim beside him!