Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 479: Weird Greenward
The magical volley of the elves is spectacular.
As soon as Maca screamed, hundreds of red streamers shot out from the tops of the towers of Hogwarts Castle, like a rain of fire in the air, facing the open space of the castle's forecourt. Come.
It was just this first attack that not only smashed most of the Black Deaths back to the ground, even Voldemort, who was transformed into a black flame, was forced to slow down the momentum of his lift-off.
Since the elves have been called "housed elves", they have become the lowest level of creatures in the magical world. They are humble, cowardly, and regard generations as slaves as their pride, and a backbone has never been straight.
Because of this, even modern wizards have long forgotten the right and wrong of the past, and have never looked down upon them. The contemporary Dark Lord Voldemort is one of the most typical examples.
But even though it is often overlooked, the magical talents of the elves are good, but after all, they exist objectively.
At the moment when Voldemort and a large number of Dark Dead were suddenly suppressed, the snow under Maca's feet was already shrouded in blue light. The winding lines and bizarre symbols appear one after another, reflecting the large areas like a blue ocean.
Obviously, he actually painted the rune formation directly on the ground under the cover of snow.
Not long after, as the light burst suddenly, a crystal clear barrier covered the vestibule together with the small half of the castle, looking like a protective barrier put up by the previous professors. A scaled-down version of.
It's just this hemispherical barrier, but it's a "prison cage" pulled up by a rune array. It does not guard against enemies from outside, but is designed to trap people inside.
After opening this barrier, Maca didn't go after the Voldemort who lifted into the sky, but turned to look towards the lakeside.
Dumbledore's ice coffin can be shrouded in the scope of this huge cage, but at this moment, there is a person standing in front of the ice coffin.
He was a skinny and old wizard with white beard and hair, describing the vicissitudes of life, and wearing a black coat on him looked empty and wide.
On Maca’s side, he can only see his profile face from a distance, but Maca can understand at a glance that he is the famous dark wizard who smashed the European magic world decades ago— —Gellert Greenward.
Several times of indirect sexual contact with the last Dark Lord, they all left a deep impression in Maca's heart, but he didn't actually meet each other once.
Today, the fugitive from Newmondgard finally appeared in person.
"Mr. Greenward?"
Maca flew up with his feet on the magic book, passed the snow between the two, and floated leisurely not far behind Greenward. Probably it was him who dared to approach this "legendary" first-generation Dark Lord so boldly, right?
"McLean," Greenward said without looking back, "you know? Albus admires you very much. He thinks you are a real wizard."
This old man's unprovoked sentence made Maca feel a little baffling.
Gellert Greenward and Albus Dumbledore, these two equally talented wizards, have a complicated past. Regarding the friendship between the two of them, Maca knew a little bit, but in fact, he didn't know so much.
But now it seems that during the years he was imprisoned in Newmontgard, Dumbledore did occasionally go and chat with him.
"Really?" Maca seemed a little perfunctory to Greenward's words. "Wizards are just a way to kill life. How do you want to live is not up to your own choice?"
But Greenward ignored him, instead he said to himself: "...I didn't believe it, especially when I first met you, I thought you were the same as there del, just a It’s a lucky boy. Sora has the power to approach the'real', but only knows how to use it as a toy."
The first time that Greenward spoke of was not the one in Maca’s memory of the monastery, but the time he saw Maca destroy the tower of Newmongarde from a distance.
"...But," he paused for a while, then shook his head slightly, "I only found out when I saw you the second time that you are different from that Tom Riddle— —You are not a half-hearted man like him, but a real genius wizard."
"I never thought that someone standing there would be able to follow my practice with the Deathly Hallows mark, and in turn track my specific location."
When I heard Maca, my heart jumped.
He was still playing his acting skills at the time. Who knew that Greenward would have noticed the traces he was following. No wonder he would leave Joshua's body at a critical moment.
It seems that the acting was in vain, and a lot of energy was wasted.
To be honest, Maca didn't take much advantage in the several air confrontations between Greenward. More importantly, he hasn't even figured out the other party's ultimate goal. This time Greenward came so calmly, I am afraid it is difficult to deal with.
"So what?" Maca said blankly, looking at his back, "What are you trying to say?"
"Hmph, I know, you are very curious about my actions." Greenward smiled softly in his old voice, "Don't worry, I can tell you plainly--I just want to be with you. I don’t want to meet again."
Every word he said seemed to be covered in a mist, which made people completely unpredictable. But just look at him now, no matter what he was talking about, his sight did not leave the ice coffin in front.
In other words, I haven't left the figure in the ice coffin.
It was as if to prove his words. He said that he wanted to see Dumbledore. He just came to see Dumbledore, without any other thoughts.
However, this is how can Maca believe it?
See you, see you! There is nothing wrong with escaping from prison, but when he leaves Newmontgarde, he does not forget to provoke Maca. After that, he ran around all over Europe, using his past confidants to disrupt the entire American magical world, and also caused Maca to keep busy following his footsteps.
But now, it was only after Voldemort that he ran to Hogwarts alone, and he didn't even bring one of his men.
All in all, Maca was quite puzzled from start to finish.
However, Maca is not the only one who is wondering at the moment. Voldemort, who was flying into the air, fell back to the ground again after discovering that he couldn't break the barrier.
While Maca ignored him, he went around the castle alone. But although the magic barrier raised by Maca also included a small half of the castle, he found that there was no one in the castle.
Obviously, Professor McGonagall has taken people to other areas.
Voldemort, who hadn't gained anything, stood on the other side of the ice coffin at this moment. There are black flames swaying all over him, but in his heart he is more suspicious than Maca is coming-what on earth does Greenward come for?
"Gellert Greenward! Didn't you say you want to help me? Why don't you do it?" Voldemort was impatient to listen to their boring conversation, and suddenly asked coldly.
Under his words, Greenward finally moved. He just raised his head and glanced at Voldemort through the transparent ice coffin, an inexplicable smile flashed across his thin, drowsy face.
The smile seemed to be mocking, but with a touch of pity—yes, pity! That's not the emotion that should be shown on the face of a terrible dark wizard!
"Tom Riddle," Greenward said, looking at him, "you don’t understand—it’s not your fault to fear death, you’re at fault, you’re not smart enough. As a wizard, you are A loser...just like me back then."
"What are you talking about!" Voldemort said angrily, "I am afraid of death? No! I have defeated death! No one can really kill me, understand!"
As he uttered this sentence, the black flames all over his body expanded in a big circle again. If you just look at it with the naked eye, you can only see a huge black flame burning, and even the human form can't be distinguished.
"Mr. Greenward, why should you continue to stimulate him?" Maca didn't even look at the black flame~IndoMTL.com~ just stared straight at Greenward's back." Since you just said that today I just came to see Professor Dumbledore... Then have you seen enough now?"
When Greenward heard this, he also ignored the angry Voldemort, and turned around.
"McLean, let me ask you--Do you want to see your teacher again?" He ignored Maca's question again this time, and his words became more and more inexplicable.
But it was such a strange word that changed the expressions of both Maca and Voldemort.
Now Dumbledore's body is sealed in the ice coffin, and everyone can see it. It is not difficult to hear what Greenward meant. He didn't seem to come to see the body, but to see Dumbledore himself!
At this moment, Voldemort was in fear. One of the purposes of this public funeral was to continue to disturb Voldemort's sight, making him even more afraid that Dumbledore was actually playing dead. Now as soon as Greenward said this, the black flames all over his body jumped suddenly, and his heart became more and more uncertain.
As for Maca's side, naturally there will be no doubts like Voldemort's. The reason why he was frightened was because of a question that could not be ignored in his heart.
"Do you know where Professor Dumbledore is?" Maca asked this question bluntly without worrying about Voldemort who was there.
When Greenward heard him ask, the wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed.
His expression is very weird. It seems to be relieved and admired. Although it is completely different from Dumbledore’s appearance, it gives Maca the feeling, but it seems to be like seeing another Dumbledore. Suddenly, he was shocked.
"Do you want to see Albus again?" Greenward repeated the question again.