Chapter 724

If it is a newly unearthed millennium cultural relic, archaeologists in the Muggle world and heritage investigators in the magic world will probably be ecstatic about it.

But if that cultural relic is alive... To be honest, I'm afraid everyone will be shocked.

At the moment, Ernst was frightened, and he was really frightened. After all, it would not be a good idea to make such a big noise under that huge stone tablet.

It would be nice for him, a freshman who sneaked out of Hogwarts, to come here and gain something. The next thing to consider is how to sneak back safely.

"If I can go back to school alive, I will admit any punishment."

Arnes rode on a broomstick, lowered his body and sped along the nearly straight central tomb path. The surrounding tomb walls were shaking, and the fine gravel and dust fell in bursts, so that his eyes could not open.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the sense of oppression behind him didn't disappear because of the rapid distance, but there was an increasingly strong trend.

"Wow -"

Suddenly, a powerful force came from behind erns and knocked him directly off the broom.

It was a big fall for him. After falling down a broomstick, he slipped out of the ground of the tomb path.

Although he felt burning pain all over his body and was obviously abraded everywhere, he could not help but rejoice secretly - at least there were not too many obstacles in the tomb path, otherwise if he scraped something, he was afraid it would be more than a simple thing.

However, now is not the time to be at ease. Rather, the danger is close at hand.

Before he could think more, Ernst could only stand the pain and quickly turn over and get up. His only thought at the moment was to stay away from here immediately. No matter what it was just now, it was obviously not a good sign.

But before Ernst's hands lifted off the ground, a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

The sudden unknown person made erns stiff all over. Although he didn't feel any pressure from each other at all, as if it was just an ordinary person passing by him, his intuition told him - it's best not to move!

I don't know when, the vibration in the underground palace suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world calmed down at this moment.

At this time, a particularly low voice of vicissitudes suddenly sounded, and Ernst couldn't help jumping in his heart. He heard what the other party said, but he didn't even understand a word.

If the language could be interlinked, he might be able to figure out the possibility of survival from the man's words, and maybe even find a way to create some hope of escape for himself.

But if there is no dialogue at all, the situation will obviously get worse and worse.

"How... How... How..."

Strong will to survive, Jean Ernst couldn't stop thinking for a moment. Even he knew that the guy under the stone tablet by Salazar Slytherin was definitely some desperate existence.

"Don't move."

Suddenly, another voice passed by Ernst's ear. The voice was undoubtedly familiar, but he had no time to think.

Because, at the moment when he heard the sound, an extremely cold blue and white beam passed directly above him and mercilessly penetrated the figure standing in front of him. Then, the beam of light was inexhaustible, and then fell on the stone wall of the tomb path behind the figure, completely plating large pieces of bricks and stones with a layer of crystal white frost.

The next second, a force accurately "grabbed" erns's back collar, and pulled back erns, who was still half kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to move.

When Ernst was stunned to find that his feet had touched the floor tiles of the tomb path, he subconsciously looked at his side in front - it was a back that didn't seem so tall, but at this time, it was more reassuring and reliable than any majestic figure.

"McLean... Professor?" said Ernst stupidly. "You... The blue and white light just now... What kind of spell is that?"

Yes, Maka, who was aware of the changes in the distant mountains, finally arrived - although he didn't come in time.

Marca didn't even look back at Ernst's surprise and surprise.

"Don't relax. I didn't even hurt a hair of that guy with that blow just now."

Hearing the speech, Ernst couldn't help looking at the place just now. It was at this glance that he found... The original figure of the man was slowly becoming distorted and uncertain. With several slight shaking and shaking, the figure gradually disappeared in place.

"That's also a magic image?" Ernst widened his eyes and looked deeper into the tomb path, as if he wanted to find the man's real place.

"That's not necessarily --" Marca stared at the front, clutching the staff in her right hand in the palm, while her left hand handed the door key back to Hogwarts to Ernst behind. "Take this."

Although Maka wanted to ask the boy carefully at the moment, it was obviously impossible for the "man" who still existed somewhere to kindly give him time to understand the situation. Therefore, after giving a casual instruction to Ernst, he suddenly moved his sight to a position not far from the right.

There's nothing there, at least that's what Ernst at the back looks like. But he also knew that with Makana far exceeding his strength and experience, his words and deeds should have practical basis.

At the next moment, the facts soon proved Ernst's guess.

"Haier Bo?"

Maka, standing in front of him, called out calmly in the direction he was looking at. This word syllable is still somewhat familiar to Ernst, even if Maka uses an ancient language he doesn't know.

"Well?"

When Maka's words fell a little, with a whisper from the open space, the figure just now also took the initiative to appear.

"Hum... Young man, we finally meet."

Although the other party did not respond positively, Maka knew that the old wizard with white hair and beard in a black rimmed robe was obviously the one who was still a notorious strong ancient black wizard, known as the "despicable halbo".

The old man was active at first, much earlier than the four founders of Hogwarts. According to only a few records, he seems to have been born in ancient Greece before BC.

However, as a wizard who invented the terrible black magic prop of "Horcrux", he stubbornly opened the distance from death for more than 2000 years. Perhaps Slytherin tried to kill him at the beginning, but he obviously failed, so he can only be pressed under the stone of bewitchment until today.

Of course, from the perspective of Ernst's experience, Salazar Slytherin seems to have left some means to calculate Haier Bo, but due to many mistakes, it is still a bad move after all.

Maka doesn't know much about Slytherin, but it doesn't prevent him from making a general understanding of the old monster standing opposite him.

"Yes!" Marca looked at each other. "Finally we met."

He had guessed the possibility that halbo was still alive, but he really didn't want to meet this guy. If possible, he thought it would be most comfortable if the goods were pressed to the end of the world under the stone of bewitchment and could never get out.

As far as the theory of "the older the times are, the stronger the strength of wizards" speculated by Maka is concerned, it's hard to imagine how powerful an old guy like halbo is.

He will not belittle himself, but he has never been afraid to guess what will happen with the worst assumption. He needs to be cautious about what to do next.

While Maka calmly responded, halbo looked at Maka with interest. He didn't even care that Maka was not far away from him. He also looked back at the frost colored ice crystals condensed by the cooling rules.

"The power of first-class rules," said halber, stroking his long pale beard and nodding slightly, "good control... You can see that you have made a lot of efforts in understanding."

After appreciating Maka, he picked the same pale eyebrows, more or less with emotion.

"Unexpectedly, I thought that the wizard's study of the 'essence of magic' would continue to retreat with the passage of time and replace it with a rough but more reliable 'form'..."

"In other words, I have been lying under the stone tablet for nearly a thousand years, but the era of 'popularization of magic' in my original ideal has become more and more distant?"

At this point, halber paused a little and then said with a slight smile:

"Merlin's arrogant boy said that he wanted me to see the absolute popularity of magic with my own eyes. Therefore, he ran to show magic to ordinary people, but he was played by the little girl named Vivian..."

From halbo's words, Maka suddenly got a lot of information. However, he doesn't want to know Merlin's story. After all, it doesn't seem to have much to do with him.

However, the word "popularization of magic" really confirmed his too many guesses.

Talking about the mystery of magic with an old man who has lived for such a long time is undoubtedly the luck that many wizards want to have in their dreams, but if the other party is a completely black wizard, things will be completely different.

Maka shook her head and didn't want to correct halbo's speculation. It's all irrelevant. Now he wants to know what the old man will want to do next.

If he could, he didn't want to be easily hostile to it - although it might have been an extravagant hope.