Chapter 720

Magic is an incredible thing that people can never measure with common sense.

For example, the transparent barrier set by Maka kept making a solid sound like hitting the wall when it was subjected to the continuous impact of Malfoy again and again. But in the end, it was no longer difficult to maintain the form and burst, but there was no movement at all.

Yes, under Malfoy's evil collision, the seemingly indestructible magic barrier was finally forcibly destroyed.

If the most peripheral interference magic is the first obstacle to Malfoy's progress, this magic barrier like an inverted glass bowl is undoubtedly the second.

At this moment, Malfoy, who had just broken through this obstacle, did not stop his steps, because the voice in his mind became clearer.

"Well, ahead... Right ahead..."

In front of the instinctive desire aroused by that voice, Malfoy's personal will is small.

"As long as I have enough strength, I can surpass anyone, including that McClane..."

He was running on, toward the place where the voice called to him.

"Yes, as long as I have power... As long as I have power, I can control everything, and I will make the surname 'Malfoy' above the global magic world!"

He was still running, and the crushed grass was left behind.

"I want the world to remember - remember me Draco Malfoy!"

He ran straight to the ancient mountain temple at the entrance.

"Bang!"

Then he stopped again and flew backwards like the first time... But this time, what stood in his way was no longer a transparent magic barrier, but a living man.

"Malfoy..." the man frowned slightly. "Can you give me a reasonable explanation for why you came here? I mean... If you can explain."

Of course, the visitor was Marca who came directly from Hogwarts, and when he saw Malfoy's current appearance, he had a little guess.

No matter how Malfoy became like this, at least, based on the thick black gas on him, Maka can roughly conclude that it has something to do with the bewitching monument.

When it comes to the monument of bewitchment, it's probably related to Voldemort, isn't it?

"Is it the 'backhand' that the guy left for himself when he lived in the Malfoy family residence?" Marca looked at Malfoy, who was still trying to get up from the ground, and couldn't help thinking, "but what good can this bring him?"

"Mike... Ryan..."

Malfoy, who was stopped by Maka's curse, had stood up again, but although he was not hurt, he still covered his head and called Maka with great difficulty.

"Oh? Can you still talk?" Marca looked at his miserable appearance and said thoughtfully.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Malfoy is by no means a Black Death Transformed by Voldemort. Although there are some black death disciples who can retain a certain degree of self-awareness, as far as past memory is concerned, it is impossible and doesn't need to be preserved at all.

So, what kind of existence has Malfoy, who is standing in front of him now?

"McLean..."

Malfoy feels very strange now. What he's strange is not the surrounding environment, nor the sudden emergence of Maka. What surprised him was himself.

In fact, although he didn't know the reason, the bewitching sound that had occupied almost all his consciousness in his mind suddenly disappeared from the moment Maka appeared.

Whether this can be regarded as a blessing or not, he doesn't know yet.

All he knew was that the voice had completely left him, but there were still two different wills tangled in his heart.

One of them said that now Malfoy should flee here immediately, because the Maka in front of him would definitely pose a great threat to him; Another voice, on the contrary, kept telling him that we should be honest with Maka about all the facts, so that we can really get salvation.

"Malfoy?"

When he had no time to take into account the external information, Malfoy's contradictions and conflicts almost from the depths of his soul were easily revealed in his expression. Looking at the constantly changing look on his face, how could Maka not notice it.

There seemed to be something wrong with Malfoy's state. Maka took the initiative to take a step towards him, but the other party immediately retreated.

It can be seen that Malfoy's eyes immersed in his consciousness were finally put on Marca. However, there was more instinctive vigilance in those eyes.

In other words, his eyes turned to Maka, but his will remained in his heart.

"Alas, today's time is already a little tense. In short, take it back first..."

Maka thought about the alchemy contest still going on in Hogwarts vestibule, and felt that she could not get a result for a while, so she simply planned to pack Malfoy directly and take him away.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Maka's voice had brought some power of soul rules, almost like it directly exploded in Malfoy's heart, which shocked his whole person. It was such a simple call that finally awakened Malfoy from his entangled will disputes.

"Ah! McLean --"

If someone can show two opposite wills at the same time, it must be like Malfoy at this moment——

Although his face was full of struggling and stalemate, his legs suddenly retreated a few steps, and then turned and ran as fast as he could.

When he quickly left, he turned his head back in an extremely contradictory way and looked back at the direction where Maka was.

"... McLean... Help... Help me."

Malfoy's state was obviously abnormal, and he twisted his body and ran suddenly, which was naturally more unpredictable. In addition, his speed was really very fast, so even Maka, who had been staring at him in front of him, could not react until he ran a short distance.

"This guy seems to have been running away since I knew him..."

Even if Malfoy has almost never been pleasing to the eye, he has also been Maka's classmate. The most important thing is that although this product is not pleasant, it has always been very self-conscious. Since she was taught a little lesson by Maka when she was a child, she has never provoked Maka directly.

As Maka said - in front of him, if Malfoy didn't turn around and run, he must be on the way to escape. Basically, there are no exceptions.

Maka even remembers that Malfoy was scared away from the beginning when he met Voldemort sucking Unicorn blood in the forbidden forest.

"Although it's not very impressive, why can't you be anywhere?"

While recalling some of the past, Maka also chased Malfoy away. From the little shortened distance between them, we can see that Maka's speed is obviously faster, and catching up with Malfoy is only a matter of time.

……

At about the same time, Ernst was still straddling the broom he came out of Hogwarts and flying at full speed.

And just under him, the surging sea seemed endless, and the sea level in all directions was connected with the blue sky.

Overhead, there were not too many clouds to hinder it. The sun bravely waved its dazzling light, and threw the heat on Ernst who walked forward against the sea wind.

The continuous sunshine and the lack of fresh water for a long time made erns somewhat thirsty.

"How long will it take to see the coast..."

He looked left and right again, and suddenly stopped in the air. Then he took out his magic wand and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Show me the way."

Before the words fell, the wand immediately turned itself and steadily pointed to the north. Ernst calculated according to the direction pointed out by the tip of the wand. Then he nodded again and continued to rush forward.

It must be very difficult to move on the sea without reference, but for wizards riding broomsticks, as long as they calculate the direction at the beginning, they can always reach their destination straight. Because as far as the flying broom is concerned, the flight angle will not change unless it has a biased minor disease.

From time to time, Ernst confirmed his direction, just to ensure that he didn't inadvertently move the handle of the broom when flying.

However, when there is no problem with the journey, the mental and physical fatigue caused by long-time flight has become the biggest problem.

The voice of the spell was obviously a little hoarse just now, and Ernst himself felt it clearly. He kept the same flying movement all the time, which also made him have some back pain, and even his muscles became stiff.

"Why don't you come to an island first, at least have a rest first..."

While thinking so, Ernst shook his head hard and put all these thoughts behind him as much as possible. Because he knew that he was reckless enough to catch up with Malfoy. If he wasted more time, he would be less likely to go there and regain the opportunity.

Now his greatest hope was the test given to him by the phantom of Salazar Slytherin. This is probably the only thing he had and Malfoy didn't get.

If he is likely to seize some opportunities from Malfoy, he can only rely on the advantages that may exist.

Therefore, he must not hesitate because of such fatigue.