Chapter 776

"I wonder if you have anything to do with royna Ravenclaw?"

As soon as Maka said this, another thunder exploded on everyone's head, followed by the rainstorm.

"Why do you ask?"

Like Maka, the old man held an invisible magic umbrella through the dense rain curtain, but he could see that there were not too many expressions on his face.

Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Maka asked himself a question and couldn't help laughing.

The old man just said that he was different from himself and would answer when asked! But as soon as he opened his mouth, the guy immediately forgot all that sentence.

But this time, Maka didn't avoid each other's questions.

"Just because of this pattern," he pointed to the sign on the helicopter not far away. "In fact, after seeing the representative animals of Ravenclaw college, many people have some questions - why isn't the emblem of Ravenclaw college a 'Raven'?"

"You think I have something to do with the founder of Ravenclaw college, just by this badge?" the old man looked at Maka through the rain curtain, shook his head gently and said, "yes... In this land, ravens are regarded as a symbol of wisdom and victory, and Ravenclaw also means' Raven's claw '. But, cough... Isn't it also regarded as death and ominous by people?"

Then the old man said faintly, "maybe that's why royna Ravenclaw likes Eagles more?"

However, after waiting for him to finish, Maka immediately waved her hand.

"Oh, I don't think roener will be secretive about 'death' and 'ominous'," he rejected casually. "She has made a deep study of magic literature. In that case, of course, she won't know --"

At this point, Maka stretched out her left hand and outlined an ancient runic character with her finger.

"... the meaning of 'death' is actually 'destruction and creation' which is absolutely fair and just."

"Really?"

The old man nodded his head when he heard the speech, and his eyes focused on the faint blue character he outlined on Maka's left hand.

"Young man, I have to admit that you have traveled far in your magical journey..."

"No, it's nothing!" Maka waved away the runic symbol and whispered, "it's just that my life is a little lucky... And a little unlucky. So..."

"So --"

Maka was about to ask more questions, but this time the old man took the initiative.

"Young man, you... Cough... Can you tell me what you know? What prompted you to doubt my connection with royna Ravenclaw?"

"I can see that you are a wizard with enough wisdom. If you don't have some information that others don't know, you won't ask such inevitable questions."

In fact, when the other party said so, he was half sure of Maka's question. Of course, if the old man wants to say something valuable, I'm afraid Maka needs to shake a little more and figure it out.

"All right!" Maka thought and immediately spread her left hand. "Then I might as well ask another question... I want to know if your... Last name is' Ravenclaw '."

"Hum... Cough..."

This obviously more straightforward question actually made the old man laugh, but it also made him cough heavily again several times.

It can be seen that he was deeply moved by the inquiry.

After laughing and coughing, the old man didn't answer immediately. Under Marca's gaze, he waved hard, and then motioned to the Blackstone fortress in front.

"Young man, I have something to say to you," he said slowly. "It's about the old guy who just climbed out of the ground recently... Of course, I'll tell you as much as you want to know."

"Haier -" No

After hearing this, Maka just had a little meal and subconsciously wanted to say the name, but she was immediately stopped by the other party.

"Don't say it here."

After Maka stopped, the old man motioned to millian behind him, who then pushed the wheelchair and obediently took the old man to the fortress prison.

Maka hesitated, and then followed thoughtfully.

"Young man, I think we'd better go back to the previous topic..." the old man sat askew in a slightly bumpy wheelchair and continued to Maka not far away. "I think you know that Dementors like to suck all positive emotions and emotions, and also suck souls."

Listening to the other party, the topic was brought to the Dementor again. At present, Maka inevitably had a little more speculation. Because just now, the old man suddenly mentioned Haier Bo's birth.

"You mean, 'he' won't like to approach Dementors?"

"It seems that you have thought of something..." the old man smiled. "Yes. At least, he will not come here when he is in the state of residual soul... Even if these monsters were originally from his own hands."

"Oh?"

As she spoke, Maka glanced back - the two men in suits were following them and walking forward step by step.

In the hands of both of them, there were two umbrellas already prepared. Look, the style was bought in the Muggle mall.

"He made Dementors? I didn't expect that..."

"Don't worry, normal people don't think of this kind of thing," the old man suddenly showed a ironic sneer. "Who would guess that these monsters are actually human ghosts? Even 'he' himself only studied how to split spirits and make Horcruxes to promote the birth of these monsters."

"I see," Marca listened and couldn't help thinking about it. Then she suddenly said, "no wonder the number of Dementors doesn't change much... As long as the soul makes up the defect, they will disappear, and the people who are sucked will become new Dementors..."

Maka was interested in the study of Dementors. He used to make the core of magic wand with the materials of Dementors.

But even now Maka is not interested in them. When she hears some relevant knowledge, she can't help but be curious and want to think about it.

"That's right," the old man affirmed, "if you lack anything, you will instinctively ask for something. These people who are feared and hated are a group of poor people... Seriously, if 'he' doesn't come back, it's actually a right decision to let Dementors guard the prison."

"Oh, don't take it out and talk nonsense," Marca shrugged. "Be careful to be scolded in the newspaper by those wizard media with the supremacy of human rights!"

As they talked, they went to the fortress prison. After a while, they came to the huge gate.

Needless to say, the two men in suits who followed them took the initiative to stretch out their respective wands and tacitly cooperated to slowly lift the gate up.

"Let's go quickly too! Don't let them work too hard..."

After entering the vestibule of the fortress with the old man and millian in a wheelchair, the gate behind them slowly fell back to the ground - the two men in suits who opened the door with a spell did not follow.

"Millie, go and ask seaman to come down! It has rained enough. Go and help him sort out his thinking and ease his mental burden..."

Seeing the old man's order, Milian immediately nodded and agreed, then stared at Marca hesitantly for a while, and then hurried to the sentry tower on one side.

Maka nodded clearly when she heard it.

It seems that the transformation called seaman, although Biasa is skilled, can continue to maintain his own will even after the transformation. But most of them also have huge restrictions and loads. If there is no help, they may never return to human form again.

"I always feel that your deformation... Where do I seem to have seen it?" Maka thought a little, and suddenly said this sentence that had been pressed at the bottom of her heart, "Oh, by the way... I think, is it the book of Jutes?"

"Everyone wants to try Merlin's magic research, doesn't it?" the old man didn't deny Maka's words, "especially a research Merlin has never completed."

"But it's a pity that you didn't finish it either." Maka glanced at him and said something deliberately, "and royna didn't either."

In the secret room of roina and on the island, Maka has found no less than data related to blood transformation, both theoretical and experimental... In fact, Maka's transformation of the eight eyed giant spider draws on some of the results.

"Yes!"

At this time, except for the Dementors wandering around, there were only two of them left. In this case, the old man seems to be going to stop hiding something.

"If I have to say, I'm just trying my best to continue this endless research..." he said faintly, "it's a pity that I don't have a smart head and excellent insight, so that this research hasn't made much progress until now."

"So!"

Maka took care of herself, then suddenly turned around and directly faced the old man in the wheelchair,

"Are you the offspring of Eun Ravenclaw, roina's husband?" he was saying, but shook his head reluctantly. "Or are you Eun himself?"

This last guess, Maka is actually reluctant to say, because there are enough "old immortals" who have been in contact with him recently!

However, the old man smiled helplessly.

"Well, no one has called me by this name for a long time..." he said sadly, "I thought it had been completely forgotten."