Chapter 1258

"... go and ask those families with rich family background and the ability to collect valuable magic items one by one. Especially those whose ancestors once served as the Minister of magic or entered the Department of mystery affairs, they can give priority to asking..."

In the side hall of Malfoy Manor, Marca was telling Lucius his specific requirements.

In fact, a few minutes ago, he was knocking at the door and waited for a while without anyone opening the door for him.

Of course, now Marca and Malfoy are not polite. When he found that there was someone in the room, but there was no movement, he rushed in directly.

To tell the truth, Lucius and Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was Marca. Because what they are most worried about now is that they are actually approached by the black wizards under Haier Bo - they have heard through some channels how terrible those black wizards who make trouble in downtown London are!

However, after coming to this side hall, Maka didn't give them too much time to calm down. She just said hello at will. He began to assign Lucius a task.

But... Something's wrong!

Maka always felt that some strange feelings were lingering in her heart, as if she hadn't noticed any information... Or something was wrong.

"... by the way, don't forget that there is Cornell fudge - although his family doesn't have much long history, he is also the last Minister of magic, which is worth asking."

As Maka was saying this, she suddenly reminded her as if she thought of something:

"But after all, Connelly is dead, and even his body was not found in the end. When you go to his house for inquiry, remember to be gentle."

After adding one more sentence, he frowned and said:

"Anyway, that's it... As I said at the beginning, don't let go of any clues that may find the time converter! If you think of anything besides the suggestions I just mentioned, you might as well try to check..."

"Finally, if you encounter any difficult situation or find clues in London, send a letter to the broken cauldron bar."

Here, Maka had finished all the words that should be explained. Then she saw him wave his hand and turn decisively to the door.

"Hey --"

Maka's words like a storm made Malfoy and his wife a little unable to react. Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Lucius quickly stretched out his hand and stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Maka looked back. "Am I speaking too fast to understand? Do you want me to say it again?"

"Ah! No, no, no, we can hear clearly..." Lucius said, "it's just... You know, it's so dangerous outside now. I'm worried that with my strength -"

The couple had been afraid of danger, so they always hid at home and didn't even dare to go out of the door. Even so, they are already considering whether they want to go abroad to avoid it.

Just because Maka came to speak in person, considering that he had given so many great and small benefits to the Malfoy family in the past, they really didn't have the face to refuse.

On the other side, listening to Lucius's question, Marca shook her head and said:

"Didn't I say everything? You don't need to go to London, just find those families who live outside London! At present, Haier Bo's energy is still concentrated in London, and he obviously has no time to take care of other places."

As he spoke, Lucius seemed to have no confidence, so he had to sigh:

"If you are really worried, let it follow you!"

At the same time he said this, he saw macallo raise his hand, and even a silver fog gathered in his palm.

Then, a Silver Eagle patron saint, who was only as big as a palm and looked like a real one, flew up from the light and fog, flashed across half the hall and fell on Lucius's shoulder.

"Unless you meet halbo directly, at least it's no problem to retreat." after leaving Lucius with a guarantee, Maka doesn't stop and delay, even when she turns around and opens the door of the side hall.

"It may take a lot of time to go to the Witt family later, so I have to go - Lucius, if you can't feel at ease even so, pray that I can find a usable time converter directly there!"

This trip to Malfoy Manor, Maka can be said to come suddenly and go in a hurry. But when he walked out of the house and came to the vestibule, he couldn't help pausing as soon as he was going to London.

Yes, it was still the strange feeling that flashed in his heart just now, which made him think hard again involuntarily.

"What did I... Ignore?"

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The Witt family is an ancient wizard family that relies on magic research.

Until the middle ages, although there were limited wizard families like the Witt family, which could really be called the "magic family", there were still many in general.

But after that, a series of disputes gradually intensified, and several successive large-scale wars killed many ancient wizard families.

Until now, there are only a few ancient wizard families that can survive in various countries and regions, and most of the inheritance in the family is more or less lost like the Witt family.

However, the real ancient Wizard "despicable Haier Bo" is still the biggest headache for the old victor. Just because they have some long-standing relationship between the Witt family and Haier Bo, even if it has passed many generations, it will not prevent Haier Bo from coming to their family to work.

Just like in the past two days, the Witt's house, which was filled with people by Haier Bose, seems to have to endure in silence.

There is no doubt that this is not because their ancestors were involved with Haier Bo. They just had to obey because of the power of Haier Bo.

Moreover, the old Victor was obviously quite unwilling - otherwise, he would not imply that his son, Charlotte's father, would try to find Marca to snitch.

Now, in the master's study above the Witt house... Well, to be honest, he has been waiting very anxiously.

At present, with Haier Bo's men at home, he can't talk to his son too much. So although Charlotte's father knew something about demon summoning, he obviously didn't know as well as his father.

Therefore, what old Witt hopes most now is that Maka can come earlier so that he can directly tell each other what he knows in more detail.

Now in this world, except halber, I'm afraid only he knows how terrible the devil summoning is - at least old Witt thinks so.

But he didn't know that although Maka finally embarked on the road to his Witt house, what he did was not the devil summoning technique.

And he would not know that Maka had heard from the "eldest daughter" who came out of thin air about the great danger caused by the completion of demon summoning.

"Call -"

The old master glanced sideways at the wizard sitting on the opposite sofa, and then breathed out impatiently. The book in hand has not turned a page for a long time.

"Mr. Witt, is this study too stuffy? Also, such a closed study is really not suitable for the elderly to stay for too long!"

After hearing the old master's exhalation, the other party didn't forget to make a mockery, which showed that he didn't take the old master Witt seriously.

"Oh, by the way... If necessary, I think we can change to a room with windows - that can at least give you more air, can't it?"

"Hum."

Old Witt frowned and snorted coldly.

Seriously, if I had followed the old master's temper when he was young, I'm afraid I would have rolled up my sleeves and waved my staff to duel.

But now, after all, he was so old - even if Dumbledore were alive, he would be as old as him. People of his age naturally understand the importance of quiet patience when it is time to be patient.

Seeing that old Witt didn't attack, the wizard on the sofa couldn't help but curl his mouth somewhat uninteresting, and then lowered his head to turn a magic book into a loud noise at will.

He is a wizard of the Levite family sent by Haier Bo, who is specially responsible for monitoring the old master.

Old Witt didn't fight with him, so he couldn't judge the specific strength of the other party. However, according to his certain understanding of Haier Bo, he knows that since Haier Bo sent such a guy to guard himself, he must rely on him.

At the thought of this, old Victor's anger became more and more intense.

He closed his eyes slightly. After forcing himself to calm down again, he opened his eyes and planned to bear the heart to continue turning two pages of the book.

But just then, the old man's expression was slightly stagnant.

He saw that behind the sofa where the annoying male wizard sat, a figure had appeared there at some time. At present, the man was lowering his eyes gently, and a pair of eyes fell quietly on the back of the monitor's head.

Old Witt was surprised, but he had lived so old. He was so stunned that he didn't show any abrupt expression. After only a second's pause, he lowered his head and ignored the sudden figure.

But in his heart, he was secretly relieved:

"This is McLean... Finally."

Yes, the man standing behind the male wizard at the moment was Maka who quickly returned to London. After entering the underground black market and flying to Witt's residence, knowing that there were Haier Bo's men here, he decisively chose to sneak into it first to explore the situation.

Now, obviously, he had been touched all the way to old Witt's study.