Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 723: Freshly unearthed old immortal

　　 If it is a freshly unearthed thousand-year cultural relic, whether it is an archaeologist in the Muggle world or a relic investigator in the magic world, it will probably be ecstatic.

　　 But if that artifact were alive... Honestly, I'm afraid everyone would be shocked.

　　 Right now, Ensi was scared, and it was really scared. After all, it would not be a good thing to think about something that makes such a big move under that giant stone stele.

　　 He, a first-year student who sneaked out of Hogwarts, would have gained something here. The next thing to consider is how to sneak back in without a problem.

　　 "If I can go back to school alive, I will recognize any punishment, my little master."

　　Ensi rode a flying broomstick, lowered his body and swiftly moved forward along the nearly straight central tomb passage. The surrounding tomb walls were trembling constantly, and the fine gravel and dust fell in waves, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

　　 I don’t know if it is an illusion. He always feels that the oppressive feeling behind him has not disappeared because of the rapid distance. On the contrary, there is a tendency to become stronger and stronger.

　　 "Wow--"

　　 Suddenly, a violent force rushed from behind Enz, knocking him directly off the broom.

　　 This fall made him really serious. After planting a flying broomstick on one end, he slid far away on the ground of the tomb passage.

　　 Although he only felt that his whole body was hot and painful, and it was obvious that the skin was worn everywhere, but he couldn't help but rejoice in secret-at least there are not too many obstacles in this tomb, otherwise he would scratch I am afraid that something is not just a simple matter of scratching.

　　 However, it’s not the time to feel relieved. It's better to say that the danger is already close at hand.

　　 Before I can think about it, Ensi can only endure the pain and quickly roll over and get up. His only thought at the moment was to get away from here immediately, no matter what it was just now, it was obviously not a good sign.

　　 Before Ensi's hands that propped up his upper body were lifted off the ground, a piece of black robe and hem suddenly appeared in front of him.

　　 This sudden unknown character made Ensi stiffen all over his body. Although he didn't feel any pressure from the opponent at all, it was as if just an ordinary person passing by him was ordinary, but his instinct told him-it is best not to move!

　　 I don’t know when, the shock in the depths of the underground palace suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world had calmed down at this moment.

　　 At this moment, a particularly deep and vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded, and Ensi couldn't help his heart beating. He heard it, and the other party said something, but he didn't even understand a word.

　　If the language can communicate, then he might be able to figure out the possibility of survival from this person's words, and maybe even think of a way to create some hope of escape for himself.

　　 But if there is no conversation at all, the situation will obviously get worse.

　　"What to do...what to do...what to do..."

　　The strong will to survive makes Ens unable to stop thinking for a moment. Even he himself knew that the guy who was crushed by Salazar Slytherin under the stele was definitely some kind of desperate existence.

　　 "Don't move."

　　 Suddenly, another voice passed by Ens' ear. The voice is undoubtedly familiar, but he has no time to think.

　　 Because, as soon as he heard the sound, an extremely icy blue-white beam of light passed directly above him, and penetrated the figure standing in front of him mercilessly. And then, the beam of light was exhausted, and then fell on the stone wall of the tomb behind the figure, completely covering the large areas of masonry with a layer of crystal clear hoarfrost.

　　 In the next second, a force accurately "grabbed" Ensi's back collar and pulled Ensi back, who was still half-kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.

　　 When Ens was stunned to find that his feet had touched the floor tiles of the tomb passage, he subconsciously looked to his side in front of him-it was a figure that didn't seem too tall, but at this moment, It is more reassuring and reliable than any majestic figure.

　　"McLean...Professor?" Ensi said blankly, "You...the blue and white light just now...what is the curse?"

　　 That's right, Maca, who was aware of the changes in the distant mountains, finally arrived-although he did not come very timely.

　　 Maca didn't even look back at Ensi's surprise and surprise.

　　 "Don't relax, I didn't even hurt a single hair of that guy with the blow I just made."

　　Ensi couldn't help but glance to the place just now. And it was this look that made him discover... the figure of the original person was slowly becoming distorted, and after several slight jitters and shaking, the figure gradually disappeared in place.

　　 "Is that also a magical image?" Ensi's eyes widened, and he looked deeper into the tomb, as if he wanted to find the person's true location.

　　 "That's not necessarily—" Maca stared at the front, holding the staff in his right hand tightly in his palm, while his left hand handed the key to Hogwarts back to Ens behind him, "Hold it. This."

　　 Although Maca wants to ask this kid carefully at this moment, the "that person" who still exists somewhere is obviously impossible to give him time to understand the situation with good intentions. Therefore, after giving Ens casually, he suddenly moved his gaze to a position not far from the right.

　　 There is nothing there, at least Ens at the back looks like this. But he also knew that with Macana's strength and experience far surpassing him, his words and deeds should have a solid basis.

　　 And at the next moment, the facts quickly proved Ensi's guess.

　　 "Haierbo?"

　　 Maca, who was standing in front, called in the direction he was looking at, and called out very calmly. Ens was somewhat familiar with this syllable of the vocabulary, even if Maca used an ancient language that he didn't know.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 When Maca’s words fell slightly, along with a low groan that sounded from the clearing, the figure just now appeared on its own initiative.

　　 "Hmm... young man, we finally meet."

　　Although the other party did not respond positively, Maca knew that this old wizard, dressed in a black rimmed robe with white beard and hair, was obviously the ancient black wizard who is still notorious today, known as " "Despicable Helbo" guy.

　　 The age when this old guy was first active was even much earlier than the four founders of Hogwarts. According to the few data records, he seemed to be born in ancient Greece before Christ.

　　 However, as the wizard who invented the terrifying black magic props such as the "horcrux", he abruptly separated him from death for more than two thousand years. Maybe Slytherin tried to kill him, but it obviously failed, so he could only be pressed under the Bewitching Monument until today.

　　 Of course, in terms of what happened to Ens, Salazar Slytherin seemed to have left some methods to calculate Helbo, but due to many omissions, it was still a game in the end.

　　 About Slytherin, Maca doesn't know much for the time being, but this doesn't prevent him from getting a rough understanding of the old monster who is facing him.

　　 "Yes!" Maca looked at each other and said, "I finally met."

　　 He had already guessed the possibility that Helbo was still alive, but he really didn't want to meet this guy. If possible, he felt that the best thing was to be crushed under the bewildering stele, and it would be most comfortable to never get out.

　　 In terms of Maca's theory that "the longer the age, the stronger the wizard's strength", it is hard to guess the strength of such an old and undead fellow like Haierbo.

　　 He will not be presumptuous, but he has always used the worst assumptions to predict what happened. He needs to be cautious about what to do next.

　　 As Maca calmly responded, Haierbo looked at Maca with interest. He didn't even care that Maca was not far away from him, and he glanced back at the frost-colored ice crystal that had condensed from the cooling rules.

　　 "The power of first-level rules," Haierbo stroked his pale long beard and nodded slightly, "Good control... It can be seen that you have put a lot of effort into understanding."

　　 After admiring Maca, he picked up the same pale eyebrows, more or less with emotion.

　　"Unexpectedly, I thought that the wizard’s research on the'essence of magic' would continue to regress over time~IndoMTL.com~Replace it with a rough but more reliable'form'..."

　　"In other words, I have been lying under the stone tablet for nearly a thousand years, but the ideal era of'magic popularization' has become more and more distant?"

　　 At this point, Haierbo paused for a while, then chuckled lightly:

　　"Merlin, the arrogant boy, said why he wanted me to see the absolute popularity of magic with my own eyes. For this reason, he ran to show magic to ordinary people, but he was caught by the little girl named Vivian. Playing with applause..."

　　 From Haierbo’s words, Maca suddenly gained a lot of information. However, he didn't want to know about Merlin's deeds, after all, it didn't seem to have much to do with him.

　　 is the word "magic popularization", which really confirms his excessive speculation.

　　 Talking about the mystery of magic with the old guy who has lived for so long. This is undoubtedly the luck that many wizards want to have in their dreams, but if the other party is a completely dark wizard, then things are completely different.

　　Maca shook his head, and didn't want to correct Helbo's speculation. These are all irrelevant things. He wanted to know now, what the old immortal guy would want to do next.

　　 If he could, he didn't want to be hostile to it easily-although this might have been a luxury.

　　

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