Chapter 808

"Mr. Witt, we finally meet again?"

Standing by the side hall door, Maka looked at the white bearded old wizard standing in front and said hello.

At present, there are many people in the hall, all wearing robes and holding magic wands. The members in the front row also point their wands straight at Maka's place.

There is no doubt that as long as Maka shows hostility, there will be a large number of curse fire coverage.

"Mr. McLean... Or should I still call you 'Mr. dihull'?"

Old Witt didn't raise his staff like other family members. He just hung his hands on his side and looked straight at Maka.

Obviously, their expressions don't have too much hostility, but if there is an entity in their sight, I'm afraid they have long rubbed a dazzling fire between them.

"In fact, it's not impossible," Marca shrugged indifferently. "Do you still care if I'm 'dihull'

"Hum," old Witt smiled, "I don't care. Because I want to know who gave you the courage to not only break into my Witt family, but also destroy my family house without authorization?"

When Maka heard the speech, she suddenly put away the carelessness on her face and said solemnly:

"That's a good question, because I just want to ask you a question," he paused. "Mr. Witt, I want to know now whether the 'despicable halbo' has been here? You have to understand that he gave me the courage to 'disturb' without saying hello this time."

Hearing the name "despicable Haier Bo", even old Witt's eyes flickered no matter how deep he was.

You know, he was just talking face to face with the person with that name!

Fortunately, it is a necessary ability for an excellent leader not to excessively show his inner fluctuations. Under Makana's constant gaze, old Witt didn't appear any more strange.

"Despicable halber?" he said faintly, "isn't that the black wizard who was wiped out by Mr. Salazar Slytherin thousands of years ago? How can the dead appear again? It's even more nonsense for our Witt family -"

"If you only use this reason to prevaricate my question," the old owner frowned slightly, "it's a pity that you are less and less good at making excuses than you were a few years ago."

However, Maka on the other side nodded to herself.

"I see. Have you been here?"

He began to talk to himself at a volume that most people could hear.

"Unexpectedly, as soon as Haier Bo smelled the smell, he chased along the road... Is his nose more clever than Hagrid's teeth?"

While making such a mockery, Maka's sight swept through the side hall, and her sensing ability was used together. But no matter how he observed, he didn't find the slightest change.

Also, how can you find that guy by such childish means alone?

"But it's free to try," he muttered to himself with a casual smile.

However, Haier Bo, a big fish, did not come out, but blew up a group of salted fish that didn't know why.

The members of the Witt family listened to him and said to themselves, whether they understood the content or not, at least the irony in the tone was real.

At this moment, the magic wand with various lines and materials stretched out and pointed to Maka. Look at the momentum. Next, maybe with a wave of old Witt's hand, dozens of magic spells can go straight to Maka.

Unfortunately, as the commander of the tower, old Witt was not excited.

He knew that Haier Bo was not necessarily out of the crowd at the moment. If something goes wrong with Maka, the Witt family will have to face the pressure of the International Federation of wizards.

Yes, they may have some truth in Charlotte's case. But if they are found to have an intersection with Haier Bo, they can't bear even if it's just rumors.

"Well, I'm sure you won't admit it, Mr. Witt," Maka suddenly said again. "It doesn't matter! I just hope your family can take the initiative to hand over the magic book abatyre first -"

"Do you know what stupid words you're talking about?" old Witt immediately got angry. He couldn't help but scold with a straight face, "ridiculous!"

But Maka then waved his hand and motioned him not to worry.

"I haven't finished yet!" he said calmly, "if you don't want me to handle it, you can directly give it to the wizard Federation and ask the Federation to help your family protect it temporarily..."

"In fact, the most important part is the part about 'summoning', isn't it?"

Maka's words indirectly showed his meaning. Others may not understand, but as the owner of the house, old Witt can understand.

To put it bluntly, Maka is worried about nothing more than one point - he thinks halbo will want to use the devil calling and devil sacrifice in abatair to get a powerful body to revive himself.

In fact, Haier Bo did this as early as a thousand years ago. Unfortunately, there was a Godric Gryffindor with a protagonist template at that time!

But now, in the modern magic world where most wizards have never heard of ancient summoning, the deterrence of those powerful and unknown ancient magic is almost unimaginable.

But can old Witt hand over the abbataire in his family?

His answer is yes!

"In order to avoid suspicion, I can consider handing over abatair to the International Federation of wizards. However, I must tell you another thing before talking about it."

The old master suddenly calmed down again. His face was serious and said:

"For thousands of years, our Witt family has not had any contact with the 'despicable halbo' in your mouth. And... Are you sure that halbo, who is known as the most evil and powerful in history, is not dead? He has even appeared?"

If there is no sufficient evidence on hand, and the Witt family insists that they have not seen halbo, Maka can't force the excrement basin on their heads.

In order to maintain basic order, the world still pays attention to conclusive evidence.

"Well, I've written to the International Federation of wizards before I came about Haier Bo's life. It's no small matter. How can I talk nonsense here..."

"In that case, I'll wait for the people of the Federation to come and have a specific discussion with them." old Witt said, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "... As for you, I think we have nothing to say. Leave the compensation for my family residence, and then go back and send my people back immediately!"

When Maka saw the other party, he wanted to turn the problem back to himself. He just wanted to say something, but he was suddenly robbed by another voice.

"Victor, I don't have to see..."

When hearing this sentence, other members of the Witt family showed a touch of surprise one after another, as if wondering who interrupted at this time. But at the same time, the faces of Maka and the old owner suddenly changed.

Maka's expression looked a little surprised, and old Witt looked more like "panic".

"You --"

Witt's words had just begun, and he was interrupted by the voice.

"Marca McLean, we meet again."

This is what Maka said to old Witt at the beginning. Unexpectedly, it was not long before he heard this sentence and said it from others.

"Helbo, how can you come out?" Maka looked up and looked away at the direction of the corridor. "I thought you would hide in the crowd until I got out!"

"Hum, hum..."

Then, in a burst of slight cold laughter, the slightly old figure separated the crowd and came out. That's still old Barney, the housekeeper of the Witt family. Yes, at least his body is right.

"McLean, aren't you very wise? Why do I choose to take the initiative to show my identity?"

Old Barnes and noble wore a picture of indifference on his face. Although he looked a little slow, the two strongest people present at the moment, Maka and old Witt, were afraid to underestimate him.

"You ask me?" Marca said, pulling the corners of her mouth. "How do I know?"

After saying that, he suddenly glanced at old Witt, with a deep meaning in his eyes.

"You actually want to ask him through my mouth?"

Seeing Maka's ambiguous vision glancing at him, a trace of coolness could not help rising behind Witt's old master. He soon realized that Maka was right - halbo was forcing him.

If it is more complete, it is that halbo wants to completely cut off the back road of their Witt family. After Haier Bo's appearance, they have no choice but to follow Haier Bo.

"You're really smart," halber said expressionless, twisting his short beard on his chin. "Victor, don't blame me. Who calls the Marca McLean in front of you too - excellent? Your existence is essential to ensure that I can better enjoy the world."

While seemingly speaking carelessly and threatening, halbo's eyes moved slightly and scanned Maka back and forth. In his heart, he was thinking about another thing.

If there is anything in the world that he least wants to see, it must be Gryffindor's sword.

If it is used properly, its power is amazing. Even if it can rise again and again, it will die if it has nothing to do. It's enough for him to die.

Not long ago, hairbo, who was attached to Harry's body, found that it was still in Hogwarts! And it seems that Harry Potter can at least hold it in his hand!

"Witt," halber said hastily, letting go of his thoughts, "tell me your answer!"