"Let's all unite--"

"Get together!"

"We are not pacifists--"

"Non-pacifist!"

"Swing the stick, shake the stick, point the stick toward the target—"

"Swing, shake, point at the target!"

"Very good, come again; note, this time we must chant! Float and lift off-"

"Floating off!"

In the Dean Strong College principal's office, the current principal Karkaroff is reviewing some documents.

Since the last time Marka pointed out a "avenue of light" for him, he has become much more diligent than ever. Many documents that he didn't read carefully before, now he began to think seriously and write the review text.

Although his idea was still crooked—it was nothing more than the use of his position to solicit people's hearts, but at least he had begun to treat the responsibilities of the “Demstrom College Principal” attentively.

However, someone who made him make this change seemed a little unworkable.

At this moment, just outside the window behind Karkaroff, a huge rock that he did not know where to move from there appeared suddenly.

But Karkaroff, who was concentrating on reviewing the documents, was unaware of it.

"Okay, pay attention to cooperate with each other and maintain balance, 3——2——1——! Very good, you can let go!"

"boom!"

A loud noise rang suddenly out of the window, and Kakalov was taken aback. A quill in his hand made a "scratch", marking a "stretch through the paper" ink mark on a document.

"Remember, this is the power of solidarity!" Maca clapped her hands and said loudly, "Well, take a rest."

"Is this the kind of application you're talking about?" Krumm, who waited and watched, couldn't wait to wait after everyone had started resting.

"Yes, this is actually the same principle as flying with a floating spell. As long as each person controls only a small part of it, the magic entanglement and interference with each other can be largely avoided."

"Isn't that saying--"

Maca waved her hand and said casually: "Don't think about it, it's just a training that increases everyone's confidence and learns to cooperate with the team. In fact, it is already very difficult to just lift up this boulder. Things, there is not much practical use. "

Having said that, Maca clapped her hands again, so that everyone lined up again.

"The rest time is over! The next is a quick cast exercise in duel! Everyone recalls what I explained before, and then try them one by one! The first row is prepared—"

After a while, Karkaroff's wave of crooked red light suddenly appeared behind him, radiating parabolically toward the distance.

Karkalov looked at the principal's room, which was illuminated by the red light again and again, and threw the quill on the floor.

He now had only one wish in his heart, and that was to hope that Maca could finish his affairs as soon as possible, and then go as far as possible!

That night, Maka brought a dead frog to the big lake behind the school.

In the days since he arrived in Durmstrand, he often came out at night and sat here for a while. And still today.

He put the dead frog in his hand on a wet rock by the lake, then pulled out a small tin box from the sleeve. He opened the lid and placed it next to the dead frog.

Suddenly, a dozen agile little ones quickly climbed out of the box, and rushed to get on the dead frog to eat.

These are the oocysts that the eight-eyed spider Aragok gave to Maca. They had hatched some time ago in Azkaban.

At present these young spiders are quite small, but they are obviously two or three times larger than when they were just hatched. Looking at this amazing growth rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before they can be brought to the body by reducing the spell.

Probably because they have been together since they were born, they seem very close to Maca. When they had eaten the dead frogs with no residue, they crawled into Maca's hands together.

"Now the characteristics have not been revealed. When we grow up, it is time to test the results of practice ..." He was talking to himself, but seemed to notice something in the next second, and suddenly turned his head to the right Looking into the woods.

"Come out!"

As Maca said, she stretched her hands to the tin box, and the young spiders crawled in immediately.

"Hello, Mr. McLean."

As the voice rang, a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak walked out of the forest. It can be seen that there is some lingering black gas in the hood or in the sleeves.

"Is it you?" Maca immediately recalled the guy who had attacked Dumbledore with him.

The other party didn't bother with Maca, but continued stiffly, "The host wants to see you, and please follow me."

"Master? The Dark Lord?" Macar said calmly. "As far as I know, I have some grudges with your master! Do you think I will go?"

"This is an order. If you don't follow me, then I can only take you away."

He said dryly, without any slickness in his words, just like a robot.

"How are you going to take me away?" Marka frowned, his right hand shook, and the wand slid into his hand accurately.

The man responded extremely quickly, and when he saw his right foot suddenly stepped on the ground, he rushed straight towards Maca at an unexpected speed.

Ke Ma Ka's movement was also fast, a blue-green spark flashed, slowed down to a speed that can be discerned by the naked eye ... No, it was only the cloak that slowed down!

At that moment, a thick black gas broke the cloak, and went straight to Maca without losing speed.

Just hearing a loud noise, the rock under Maca's feet was crushed by the other.

"Enhanced version of little dwarf Peter?"

Maca controlled the gravel on her feet and hovered in the air steadily, thoughtfully.

But the other party obviously wouldn't let him stop there thinking about it. After smashing the rock, he turned suddenly, dragging a long black gas tail, and flew directly to Maca in the air without any help.

Maca calmly controlled the gravel to move a few feet across, accurately avoiding the rushing black air mass, and stared at it without blinking.

"What the **** are those black gas?" He kept thinking, but still had nothing to gain.

When the opponent did not hit Maca a few times back and forth, he seemed to change his strategy and fell back to the ground and changed back into a human form. It seems that it is impossible to fly in the black air mass state.

Watching the man linger with black gas, almost exactly like Peter the little dwarf. But obviously, this one is more difficult than Peter because he thinks rather than fights by brute force.

The next moment, the opponent raised his right hand, and the black gas wrapped around his arm seemed to be alive, dispersed into more small black air masses, and continuously blasted towards Maca.

Maca immediately plummeted, directing all that black gas to the ground. But when those small black air masses fell on the rocks one by one on the ground, they all seemed to have no magical nature, except that a large number of cracks in the fists were hit on the surface of the rocks.

This keeps Maca from collecting any useful information at all.

"Since this black gas can greatly fuel the flame of the fire bottle, it is undoubtedly very high in magic power; but, what it can cause is only physical effects?"

Regarding the nature and principle of this black gas, Maca felt helpless.

Just when the two were fighting fiercely, another voice suddenly emerged from the forest.

"McLean, stop!"

After hearing the words, Maca quit immediately for a long distance, and when she saw the other person stopped, she looked back into the forest.

"Professor Snape?"

The comer shook his greasy hair, and his waxy face was not very clear in the moonlight, but his hollow and indifferent eyes were memorable.

Snape glanced back and forth between the two men who were temporarily truce, and said impatiently: "McLean, the master wants to see you, then you just have to follow it. Why fight with him?"

Maca poked her lips and put away her wand.

"Okay, I'm just a bit boring. I want to test the strength of this guy-since Professor Snape is here too, isn't it good if you come out earlier?"

Snap snorted, walked quickly to Maca, and without a word he disappeared in place with his phantom.

...

In Riddle House, it still looks quite rundown.

It's full of spider webs, spotted awns, and everything else in old homes, which makes it look terrible.

In the study of Riddell House, there was a new look.

It has been cleaned up here ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and even expanded the space with the no-stretch stretch spell and put on various gorgeous furniture. Near the door, many Death Eaters were sitting on their own sofas. They occasionally talked to each other, but most of the time they were silent.

The reason why they were silent was naturally the young and handsome wizard who sat in the deepest part of the room.

There was only one person beside him who remained, and that was his most loyal follower, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Master, McLean is here."

At this moment, the Death Eaters who were sitting on the sofa were sitting upright, and their eyes looked invariably towards the still closed door.

And the young wizard sitting in the farthest part of the room also raised his head. A strange smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, but his deep eyes were unpredictable.

"Come in quickly! Severus ... and, my old friend, Maca McLean."