Chapter 1006

Facts have proved that the "world" that a person can feel is often limited.

When we are where we are, we always focus on ourselves. The more slender a person is, the more he will observe the people and things around him, but he may also limit his vision.

Here, you may have the cheek to say that Maka's mind is still very delicate.

And because of this, recently he suddenly felt that even for wizards who come and go freely, the world is very broad.

On this planet, no matter which person or country's magic world, it will not be the center of the world.

Previously, the British magic world, which was noisy with Haier Bo, suddenly attracted the attention of wizards all over the world. In an era when most countries tend to be peaceful, the great disaster in London has become the biggest hot spot in the world.

Even the Wizards in the magic world of other countries are like this. The British wizards who are in the hot spot naturally feel that they suddenly fall into one of the most chaotic and terrible places in the world.

Yes, even Maka can't help feeling similar to this.

However, probably from the day when the Basilisk appeared in vargado, Africa, most wizards suddenly turned their attention to the African magic world more or less.

Until then, Maka couldn't help sighing:

"I thought I had long understood the vastness of the world, and I was only in a small corner. But because I buried myself in combing the current situation all day, I inadvertently forgot my smallness."

However, Haier Bo's horizon never seems to become narrow.

Since he climbed out from under the monument of bewitchment until now, he has always looked at the whole world in Haifa, Israel, Azkaban, London, England, and the recent wagadu School of witchcraft and wizardry in Africa.

Just from this broad vision, Maka also has to admire.

"I'm thinking, if wagadu and those old wizard tribes in Africa can't carry it this time... I'm afraid halbo will simply give up Britain and directly focus on the African magic world?"

In the reception room of black's old house, Maka was sitting firmly beside the long table, writing on the blank parchment with a quill pen in her hand.

The table in front of him and the chairs on both sides were full of all kinds of books.

Therefore, we must first cross the book mountain in front of him before we can see the figure of lupin sitting opposite and buried in processing intelligence.

Obviously, that sentence was asked by lupin.

In this regard, Maka kept on saying:

"To be honest, I didn't want to understand the reason why Haier Bo made a big noise in the African magic world - although vargado has a long history, it was no worse than Hogwarts in the past. But that's why it takes a lot of time and energy to seize that school..."

As for this, he suddenly paused the tip of his pen, slightly puzzled and said:

"Is that guy really going to put down the British magic world and start all over again?"

This confusion has been expanding with time in Maka's heart in recent days. Because in these days, the whole African magic world seems to have become such a big quagmire that few complete information can be transmitted.

Countless signs are showing that Africa is really in big trouble this time.

At the same time, the British magic world, which had been most seriously harassed by Haier Bo, now seems to have entered peace again.

Although there are also contributions from the Ministry of magic, St. Mungo, Maka, and even many ordinary wizards. But it was halbo who fundamentally calmed down here.

As long as he doesn't come out to make trouble, the stable daily life will return to people again. In a trance, the original disasters seemed to be just a nightmare, but now, the dream finally woke up.

After a little silence, Lupin opposite suddenly raised his head and said across the stack of books:

"Maka, I think... Although the possibility of drawing attention is still not small, we must also admit that it is indeed very possible for Haier to change the 'battlefield'."

After all, the existence of Maka can not be underestimated for any wizard. It is self-evident that it is difficult to be an enemy with him.

"Maybe!" Maka put down the quill pen and said helplessly, "you are right. We don't rule out any possible speculation... That guy may want to tie me down here or lead me to Africa. No matter which possibility, he is the one who has the dominant power."

"Therefore, if I want to seize the dominant power, I must jump out of the range of options he makes."

After glancing down at the parchment again, Maka folded it into a folder in her notebook, and then took the magic book back to her waist.

"Fortunately, I may have an idea."

Last time, when chasing the gray shadow in mid air, she was stopped by Haier Bo on the way, so that Maka didn't even see what the gray shadow was.

Now, he can understand more or less. It's mostly a high-speed soul, a soul whose body was accidentally killed by relatives and friends and then attracted to a specific location.

"As long as a person is killed by someone attached to this material, the soul of that person will be affected and forced to fly somewhere... I think. You can gain something when you go there."

Put the magic medicine bottle containing the strange substance on the table, and Maka explained.

When Lu Ping heard the speech, he immediately said:

"Are you going to let it kill someone again?"

Repeating this is naturally the most direct and effective way, but it means sacrificing someone to be the "guide".

After thinking about it, Lupin asked again, "don't you have to be a human soul?"

They are not black wizards. They kill people for no reason. This kind of thing can't be done. No matter how bad it is, the best thing is to go to Azkaban and try to get a prisoner with life imprisonment - this may be Lupin's bottom line.

"No, it has to be human..." Maka shook her head, but then she said, "don't worry, no one needs to give up their lives for this. I have a way."

In fact, since he obtained this gray black substance from the Muggle old lady's soul, targeted research has been done almost every day.

Just now, he finally confirmed that a method is feasible.

"Lupin, do you know that Ravenclaw named 'Sarah'? Well, maybe you haven't seen him - the primary school sister who went back to St. Mungo to help me run the alchemy matrix."

Lupin didn't know why Maka suddenly mentioned the girl, but as the person responsible for sorting out information in the order of the Phoenix, he must have no shortage of information.

"The little daughter of Mr. hornheim?"

"Let's say so!" Marca said, "because her soul has some shortcomings, I was asked to find ways to help her... After that, I have been studying the composition and shaping of the soul."

"This time, Haier Bo gave me some special inspiration."

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The next afternoon, downtown London.

Several days have passed since the previous night's pit search. In these days, the mysterious wizard in windbreaker never stopped his steps.

In order to find the exact thing, sleep is no longer important. Even eating and drinking water is the only reason for "maintenance action".

Unfortunately, if you can't find it, you can't find it.

I knew it was definitely around London, but I tried to find it day and night, but there was still no harvest.

Today, according to the search scope a few days ago, I should come and have a look near the eastern suburb.

"Cough, how much time..."

The figure kept moving forward on the roadside, secretly calculating the date in his heart, and soon figured out the current specific day.

"... well, cough, it seems that there is still time."

But just as he quickened his pace again and hurried through a street while watching left and right, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes suddenly seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Maybe it's that I'm really too tired these days, coupled with my poor physical condition, I can't find it until I'm so close.

Suddenly I took a breath, but I saw the windbreaker wizard dodge and intend to hide. With special concealment, even namaka McLean had to be closer to find it.

But this time it was a little slower.

"Who?"

In terms of simple speed, few people are faster than Maka. In the blink of an eye, the windbreaker wizard felt a hand on his shoulder and gently put it on it.

After a little awkward silence, the hoarse voice said:

"... it's me."

If you answer like this, you don't say it. But it seems that Maka, who passed by by by chance, took his palm off after realizing that it was the mysterious guy.

"Well... Although I'd like to ask again, but..." he glanced, "it's OK."

Soon, Lupin, who was following him today, also appeared next to him in an illusion.

Lupin was naturally not interested in this wizard who seemed to be hiding his head and tail. He was just very strange. Why did Maka just stand aside quietly, as if they hadn't talked much since just now?

"Who is this?"

Maka shook her head and said to lupin:

"Don't ask."

After talking, he seemed not to want to stay any longer. He turned and walked in the same direction.

"Lupin, come here! Let's do our business and leave others alone -"

"Wait!"

The voice rang out again and suddenly called Marca's footsteps... The man seemed to want to say something at last?