Chapter 687

The fire swallowed up the six black robed believers.

It was like a tsunami composed of flames, slapping it hard ahead. Maka thought they might be able to deal with it, because the previous behavior of the six guys to avoid the shadow curse of Shenfeng was enough to surprise him.

However, they did not resist... No, to be exact, they were swallowed up by the towering flame almost without resistance.

Maka looked at the six groups still smoking in front of her. She was not happy at all. Instead, she frowned and clenched the staff in her hand.

At the next moment, a faint ice blue Rune disappeared silently at the top of the staff on the ground.

"The old man... Something's wrong."

Yes, just now, he originally wanted to cover up his actions with the majestic momentum of the flame wave, and then directly use the cooling Rune to control the old man on the high platform. Although he is now strong enough to make anyone arrogant, he still doesn't hesitate to deal with any enemy with the principle of lion versus rabbit.

Perhaps on the surface, he can pretend to be casual and exchange his contempt for the neglect of his opponent, but in fact, he is always the kind of guy who is never willing to leave a way back for his opponent.

But this time

Maka looked up at the empty carved stone platform in the depth of the hall, felt the side halls on both sides and the space behind the hall, and felt a little worried.

The old guy left when he aimed at Maka, feinted with fire and secretly awakened the rune. Earlier, before the cooling rune is started, Maka can interrupt it; Later, if the cooling Rune starts successfully, he can't run even if he wants to run.

Therefore, both timing and decisive action show that the other party has passed a very accurate judgment. That is to say, Maka was actually calculated!

To tell the truth, it's not the first time to be calculated, and the reason for the other party's calculation is just to evacuate. But he was even calculated before he knew the identity of the other party, which made him a little stunned.

"The six believers can escape the first attack. The problem should also be the old man..." he narrowed his eyes and thought a little, "maybe... Is it the kind of manipulation magic similar to greenward?"

The speculation for a while didn't make much sense. Maka soon shook her head and shook her sleeve against the ground. Immediately, a lot of small spiders were shaken off to the ground and gathered around him.

Eight eyed giant spiders are good at breeding. Even these varieties that have been alienated by the blood of snake monsters have already entered the first period of rapid growth. If anyone sees this scene now, I'm afraid everyone will feel numb.

"Surround everyone outside and don't let anyone run away. For those who resist and escape, petrochemical ability is allowed."

After that, as pieces of alienated eight eyed giant spiders left him and rushed to the door, Maka stepped up the stairs deep in the hall and walked quickly towards the stone platform.

"Has the residual magic wave been disturbed..." he stretched out his staff and gently clicked on the stone platform. Although there was no harvest, his expression was not much disappointed. "Well, should we say 'it was so? Or..."

……

In any case, his harvest was sufficient.

At first, he went for a group of wizards trying to disrupt the alchemy competition. In the end, he caught a bunch of wizards who wanted to plot evil. Except for the main force of the Indian delegation, the rest are black wizards from surrounding countries. After interrogation, they will be transferred to the International Federation of wizards.

In addition, he even got some unexpected suspicious information. Even if the prophecy from the prophet is somewhat ambiguous - prophecy is generally this virtue, but it is all he needs. It is enough to raise a glass to celebrate if he can get it accurately.

As for where the last old prophet went and what secrets were hidden in each other... Because the old man fled resolutely and completely, Maka had to think about it in the long run.

Therefore, since the next morning, Maka has once again fallen into the cycle of lecturing and dealing with pre game affairs. The order of the Phoenix, which has been stagnant for a long time, even though there seem to be fewer members who can be mobilized, has also ushered in a long lost mission.

The church is very suspicious, and it is very likely to hinder the process of the competition. Naturally, Hogwarts must try to pay attention to it.

However, the actions of Maka and the order of the Phoenix are important, but they are somewhat boring. In comparison, the life of little wizards is much happier and purer

"...... 'ehwaz' is cooperation, 'eihwaz' is defense? No, no, no... this is the interpretation in Nigerian. If it is put in Anglo Saxon ftokwen, 'eihwaz' actually means guardian..."

In recent days, a spectacular competition venue has been built in the vestibule of the castle, and Maka has spent a lot of time on it. But for Ernst, who has been squatting in the library, it has nothing to do with him.

Because the burden of learning a language from scratch is really too heavy for a freshman, he finally gave up the most systematic and orthodox learning scheme, and set his goal on the degree of "translating the words on that parchment is enough".

Although he doesn't know that complete learning is not a bad thing, he really doesn't have the mind to study and self-study. He thought that he would not take any ancient magic lessons in the future, even if it was Marca McLean.

Now, the parchment originally placed on the round table in the secret room is about to complete the preliminary translation work. Of course, his rough translation quality is enough for him to rework and refine several times.

"'othila ', wealth, property, Heritage... If you put it here, well, it probably means' funerary objects'? No, if it's more accurate, should it be' relics after death '..."

Lying in the corner of the reading table, Ernst dropped his quill pen and breathed heavily. This kind of work is really too laborious. It's more than ten times harder than practicing magic spells - at least he thinks so.

After loosening his muscles and bones, Ernst finally picked up the manuscript paper in front of him and shook it. Due to several reworks, this is not the first time he has seen this thing, and it will never be the last time:

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To the lucky little badger here:

First of all, you who can reach the secret room I opened must not be the most typical little badger.

Maybe you have Godric's courage, maybe you also have roina's intelligence... Well, even like Salazar, you may have an interesting character of "cold on the surface, but an awkward sense of justice in the heart"?

Of course, no matter which kind you are, or both, you must still have a hard-working and firm heart like me, don't you?

Oh, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Helga hutchpatch, a fat witch who loves food.

I actually feel very sorry to write here. Because I know you are a student of my college, but I can't spend more time here to discuss my favorite food with you

Let me mention a little: all the recipes I collected or created are on the bookshelves, baskets and cabinets in my secret room. Now they belong to you! Oh, I mean, if you were the first little badger to come here?

Then it's time to get down to business.

First, I was entrusted to stay here. It involves a very secret plan;

Second, the plan seems very dangerous, at least as far as I know... I'm not sure if you're willing to take risks, so it's up to you to judge;

Third, if you choose to take this risk, I believe you will get a lot from this plan, but I have to remind you that the harvest will often be less than the heavy pay;

Fourth, I believe you are smart enough to take responsibility for your choices. If you are willing to continue here, go to the third girls' bathroom on the second floor of the castle! Maybe you can find something interesting, but be careful of the guards there.

Finally, don't worry, you still have room to give up before you need to make your next choice. You are a lucky person, otherwise, you can't find the secret room left behind.

So I sincerely wish you a safe and free life like me.

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This is a letter, a letter left by the founder of hatch patch, and it can also be said to be a somewhat confusing guide.

In this letter, the danger is mentioned many times, and it seems to come from a plan.

"... a plan where risks and opportunities coexist."

Even though Ernst had seen it many times, he couldn't figure out anything. Helga's letter can be said to be meaningful, but it can also be said to have written only one piece of nonsense.

In other words, only if he chooses to follow the contents of the letter, this letter is really meaningful. Otherwise... At least he doesn't have much interest in what recipes.

"The third girls' bathroom on the second floor of the castle... There is always water under the door?" Ernst recalled, leaning back in his chair. "There's no one there... Let's take a look at it sometime! But before that, we should be careful of the boy Alexander, don't be noticed by him..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing: "what a annoying boy."