Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 256: Let’s have a butterbeer!
In ancient times, wizards had a much deeper and clearer understanding of magic than in modern times. They opened up a path of sublimation from "material" to "spirit", and even accurate to every detailed step.
The wizards at that time had extremely high requirements for personal talents. Regardless of physique or wisdom, it was an essential element for every wizard to climb the peak of magical mysteries.
Because of this, the number of wizards who can set foot on that road is surprisingly small, and the heritage is lost.
Until modern times, the so-called "wizards" have been weak, and the training environment is even more non-existent. Even the magical creatures have long lost the instinct to continue to diversify.
As the scientific development of Muggles becomes more and more prosperous, the group of wizards has come to an end.
But in such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who is exceptionally wise and gifted for "spirit", unknowingly embarked on a path of wizardry that belonged only to him.
He used "spirit" to smooth out the lack of "material", chewed the charm of the world's rules with the feeling of life, and at this moment, like the ancient wizards, he touched the peak of "death".
"...Sometimes, people...should be selfish..."
Voldemort could not understand at all, Dumbledore had a childlike smile on his face when he said this.
But his power derived from the Bewitching Monument made him feel some kind of incomparable threat.
"Damn it, what happened?"
He cursed secretly in despair, then waved his wand without hesitation.
Suddenly, the black air lingered again, engulfing him and suddenly swelled into a black ball, then collapsed silently for an instant, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
He escaped like this, decisively and quickly, without any hesitation.
"Run!"
Among those Death Eaters, I don't know who was the first to shout, and then everyone immediately Apparated, and in a blink of an eye they followed their boss's footsteps and escaped.
This kind of anticlimactic ending made the members of the Order of the Phoenix who stood inside the school gate watching the situation outside stare at each other in amazement for a long time before they had to accept the reality in front of them.
"Go back, Voldemort won't be back in a short time..."
Dumbledore turned around calmly, waved gently at everyone, and walked towards the main entrance of the castle first. Only when passing Hagrid's hut, he glanced at the Forbidden Forest inadvertently.
Soon, when Dumbledore came to the lawn in front of the castle, he saw a line of stone pier knights standing in an orderly manner at the main entrance and the entrance of the auditorium, silently performing the task of guarding the school.
And Professor McGonagall, standing behind the knights, after seeing Dumbledore, he smiled and nodded immediately.
"How is the situation?"
Until Dumbledore came closer, Professor McGonagall asked immediately.
Dumbledore nodded and said: "It's okay, it's safe for the time being... I'll talk about it later, let's arrange for the students to go back to the dormitory to sleep first!"
It's obviously still early before dawn! Although the professors must have no chance to sleep, the students are at the age when they are in need of sleep.
When the deans of the colleges all returned to the common room with the little wizards and urged everyone to sleep in the dormitory, Dumbledore and Snape returned to the principal's room first.
"Severus, there are some things you still need to pay attention to, about the kid Maca..."
This night, Snape stayed in the principal's room until it was light, and then took his usual cold expression and left with strides.
Although he always walks like the wind, and his robe often spreads out like the wings of a bat, this time he seems to be more hurried than ever, as if he was venting the heavy boredom in his chest.
Shortly after Snape left the principal's room, the door was suddenly opened from inside, and then Dumbledore walked out with a strange expression on his face.
"...it seems to have forgotten someone."
As he muttered, he took the escalator downstairs.
At the same time, in the high underground tower under the Quidditch Stadium, Lockhart was shrinking in a corner of the Ice Palace on a certain floor, shivering with his arms around his knees.
"...I Gidro Lockhart swears to Merlin that I will study knowledge seriously in the future, not to be lazy, not negative, not to shamelessly, to stand by myself and to strive for self-improvement, and to strive for life as a qualified wizard!"
"So... can someone come and rescue me! I'm about to freeze to death, ahhhhhhhhh!"
All around him, besides the ice wall, there is an ice wall, and there is a deep chill everywhere, and from time to time there are snowflakes floating in the air, almost making him a snowman.
I don’t know if he rushed into a cold place or was cursed. Every time he tried to be a hero, he would end up being trapped in a cold place.
This **** ice and snow maze, why can't you even use a fire curse?
"Hey~~~~ Mai, Snee! McLean~~~~ Hmm!" Lockhart's teeth rattled with cold, and his voice trembled like Pavarotti’s aria, "Help~ ~~~Life~~~~Ah~~~~"
In this deserted ice palace, only Lockhart's tenor is constantly echoing, with endless desolation and sadness.
……
Voldemort's offense is like a farce, which started in the inexplicable of most people, but also quietly ended in the inexplicable.
In this noisy stage play, Maca did not play any role in it, even if it was just an unknown passerby.
But only a limited number of people know that most of the script writers are him, who is far in the forests of Albania.
Well, it's far, but it's actually not that far...at least for this time, it's actually very close.
Today is June 29th, four full days have passed since the night Voldemort fled in panic, even if we count today, there are only two days left for summer vacation.
At this time, Maca squatted in front of the dark bewitching monument as he had done in the past few days, adding the last few notes to his notes.
To be honest, this black stone is indeed quite mysterious, and the mystery contained in it also makes Maca a headache. Based on his current knowledge of magic, giving him another ten years may not be able to fully understand this stuff.
Fortunately, Maca does not need to fully understand.
As far as he is concerned, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of the Black Death, and the other is to find effective means to deal with the Black Death.
Of course, it would be great if you could learn more about Voldemort's current state and strength.
I have to say that he is still very lucky for such ancient-level magic items. Metropolis has something to do with the rules; there are some mysteries that others will never understand, but there are traces to him.
After he wrote down all the detection data he needed one by one, it was time to go back.
"...Okay, I will be busy after I go back now!"
Maca stood up, patted the hem of his clothes casually, and after finishing everything up, he walked quickly along the path and left the main tomb.
He didn't take a deep breath of fresh air until he walked out of the ancient temple that was the entrance, and waved happily at the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders standing outside.
"Hi! Little guys!" He smiled, "Do you miss Dad?"
A group of spiders looked at him with eight big eyes suddenly, and his eyes pierced for a while. These little **** couldn't bear to look straight!
Maca is in a good mood, after all, a clear clue to resolve a problem has already been found, and a boulder in his heart is slightly ready to fall.
After tossing a series of preparations, it was actually to get here without Voldemort's attention, and to uncover the mystery of the Bewitching Monument. It was really hard to think about.
But the content of "The Book of Sin" is in front of his eyes, always reminding him that he must be prepared for everything, otherwise he may regret it for a lifetime if he is careless.
Taking a sigh of relief, Maca stretched out her hand and pulled it out from her waist...cough cough...tuck out a suspicious **** with a cartoon rhubarb chicken with a stiff expression on it~IndoMTL .com~ He shook the unusually fancy **** indifferently, then stretched out his wand and clicked, as if he was adjusting something. Not long after, he opened his left hand jig, and then shook it hard.
At the moment when the big yellow chicken on the **** was tightly grasped by his neck, the **** unexpectedly spun with him, and then suddenly fell down.
Along with the distortion of the space, he disappeared in the depths of this quiet and uninhabited dense forest together with people.
……
"Wow!"
This is also the first time Maca has used a door key. Although he made this book himself, there is no rule that whoever makes it will definitely use it, right?
During long-distance travels across continents and transnational countries, Apparition is often a bit unstable. Although others are not as far away as Maca, the door key is used for such long-distance travel. China still played an important role.
The magic spell of the door key is actually quite simple, but due to a certain period of abuse, the Ministry of Magic opened a separate office to strictly control this simple and effective magic item.
But Maca cares about this, as long as the magical fluctuations when arriving at the destination are controlled, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to detect it at all.
However, this is the first time he has used it after all. He has been patronizing the control of magic power, but he didn't expect that this thing would be merciless when throwing people away.
Oh...Why is your body soft? Could it be that... I threw down an innocent passerby?
Maca lowered his head, but saw a familiar figure lying on his back under his ass, and only a head appeared from between his legs.
"Hmm..." Maca grinned a little apologetically, and showed a hearty smile between his legs, "Hi! Good afternoon, how about going for a butterbeer together... My treat!" "