It turns out that the "world" that one can feel is often limited.

When we are where we are, we always focus on ourselves. The more slender the person, the more he will be aware of the people and events around him, but it is also likely to limit his vision.

Here, maybe say something cheekily: Maca's mind is still very delicate.

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

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

Earlier, the magical world of Britain, where Haierbo was buzzing, suddenly made wizards around the world look at them. In an era when most countries are moving towards peace, the catastrophe in London has become the world's biggest hot spot.

This is true even for wizards in other countries' magic circles. The British wizards in the hot spot naturally feel as if they have suddenly fallen into one of the most chaotic and terrible places in the world.

Yes, even Maca couldn't help but feel similar.

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

Until then, Maca couldn't help sighing:

"I thought I knew the vastness of the world long ago, and I was only in a small corner. But because I was buried all day to sort out the status quo, I accidentally forgot my own smallness."

However, Haierbo's horizon never seemed narrow.

From the time he crawled from under the Bewitching Monument to the present day, Haifa, Israel, Azkaban, London, England, and recently the Wagado Magic School in Africa, he has always looked unscrupulously at the world.

From this wide perspective, Maca also has to admire.

"I was thinking that if Vagadu and the old wizarding tribes in Africa couldn't carry it this time ... I'm afraid Haierbo would simply give up Britain and focus on the conquest of the African magic world directly, right?"

In the reception room of Black's old house, Maca was sitting firmly at the long table, and the quill in his hand kept writing on the blank parchment.

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

Therefore, he had to cross the Shushan in front of him before he could see the figure of Lupin sitting opposite, who was digging his head for information.

Obviously, Lupin asked that sentence.

In response to this, Maca kept on hand, but her mouth responded:

"Honestly, I haven't thought of the reason why Haierbo made trouble in the African magic world-although Wagado is indeed a long-established one, it has been no less impressive than Hogwarts in the past. But that's why It takes a lot of time and energy to win that school ... "

At this point, he suddenly paused at the tip of his pen and wondered:

"Is that guy really going to drop the British magic world and start over?"

This confusion has been expanding in Maca's heart over time in recent days. Because in these days, the entire African magic world seems to have become a huge quagmire, and relatively few complete information can be transmitted.

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

At the same time, the British magic world, which had suffered the most from Harper ’s harassment, now seems to have returned to peace.

Although there are also Ministry of Magic, Saint Mungo, Maca, and even many ordinary wizards. But the person who calmed down here was Haierbo.

As long as he doesn't come out to make trouble again, the smooth daily life will return to the people again. Suddenly, all the disasters at first seemed like a nightmare, but now, that dream finally woke up.

Slightly quiet for a while, Lu Ping opposite looked up suddenly, across the pile of books:

"Maca, I think ... Although the possibility of looking away is still not small, we must also admit that the possibility that Haierbo intends to change the 'battlefield' is indeed very high."

After all, the existence of such a maca should not be underestimated by any wizard, and it is self-evident that he is an enemy with him.

"Maybe!" Maca put down the quill and said helplessly, "You're right, we don't rule out any possible guesses ... that guy might want to hold me here, or he might want to lead me. Africa. Wherever it is possible, he is the one who has the power. "

"So, if I want to take control, I have to go beyond the options he created."

After glancing down at the parchment again, Maca folded it up and folded it in her notebook, and then recovered the magic book and so on to her waist.

"Fortunately, I may already have an idea."

When chasing the gray shadow in the air last time, Haierbo appeared in the middle and was stopped in the middle, so that Maca didn't even say he followed the gray shadow to reach his destination, and he couldn't even see what the gray shadow was.

To this day, he can finally understand how much. Most of them are a high flying soul, a soul whose body was accidentally killed by relatives and friends, and later attracted to a certain location.

"As long as a person attached to this substance kills a person, the soul of that person will be affected, and he will be forced to fly somewhere ... I think there should be gains there."

Putting the potion bottle holding that weird substance on the table, Maca explained.

Lu Ping heard the words and said immediately:

"Did you plan to let it kill another person?"

Repeating it like this is naturally the most direct and effective way, but it means that you need to sacrifice someone to be the "leader".

Thinking about it, Lupin couldn't help but ask again, "Can it be the soul of a person?"

They are not black wizards, killing individuals for no reason, this kind of things can't be done. No matter how bad it is, at most it is to try a life-time prisoner in Azkaban-this may already be Lupin's bottom line.

"No, you have to be human ..." Maca shook her head, but then she said, "Don't worry, no one needs to give up his life for this, I have a way."

In fact, targeted research has been done almost every day since he obtained this mass of gray-black material from the soul of the old Muggle lady.

And just now, he finally confirmed that a method is feasible.

"Lupin, do you know that Ravenclaw called 'Sarah'? Well, maybe you haven't seen it yet-the elementary girl who went back to St. Mungo to help me run the alchemy array."

Lupin didn't know why Maca suddenly mentioned the girl, but as the person responsible for organizing information in the Order of the Phoenix, he must have the information.

"Is that the youngest daughter of Mr. Hornheim?"

"You can say that!" Maca said, "Because her soul was a little lacking, I was asked to find a way to help her ... After that, I have been studying the composition and shaping of the soul."

"And this time, Haierbo gave me some special inspiration."

...

In the afternoon of the next day, downtown London.

It has been several days since the previous dig search that night. And in these days, the mysterious wizard in the windbreaker never stopped.

In order to find the exact thing, sleep is no longer important, and even the only reason for "maintenance action" is to eat and drink.

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

I knew it was definitely around London, but even though I was trying to find it day and night, I still didn't get anything.

Today, according to the search range of the previous few days, I should come and see this near Dongjiao.

"Ahem, how much time is left ..."

The figure walked on the side of the road non-stop for a moment, secretly calculating the date under his heart, and soon he knew the specific day.

"... Well, Kekeke, it looks like there is still time."

But just as he accelerated his pace again, he hurried across a street as he watched from side to side, and Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes seemed to glimpse a familiar figure.

Maybe these days are really too exhausting, plus the physical condition is not good, it will be worthy to feel so close.

He took a sigh of relief, but saw that the windbreaker wizard flickered to hide. As long as a special concealment method is used, even that Maca McLean needs to be closer to appear.

However, this time it was slower.

"Who?"

Speaking of pure degree, few people are faster than Maca so far. In a blink of an eye, the trench coat wizard felt that he had an extra hand on his shoulder, and put it lightly on it.

After a little awkward silence, the husky voice said:

"……it's me."

Answering like this means saying nothing is like saying nothing. It seems that Maca passing by here accidentally, after realizing that this mysterious guy, took the initiative to take away his palm.

"Well ... although I'd like to ask more clearly, but ..." He slipped his lips and said, "Never mind."

Not long after, Lu Pin, who was following him today, appeared beside him in a phantom manifestation.

For this seemingly shameless wizard, Lupin naturally had nothing to say. He was just weird. Why did Maca just stand on the side quietly, as if the two hadn't talked since then?

"Who is this?"

Maca then shook her head and said to Lupin:

"Don't ask."

Anyway ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He didn't seem to want to stop any more, turned around and walked in the direction he was going.

"Lupin, come here! Let's do our thing, don't worry about others--"

"and many more!"

The voice sounded again, and stunned Maca's footsteps ... what did this man finally want to say?

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