In ancient times, the wizard's understanding of magic was much deeper and clearer than modern times. He had opened the sublimation road from "material" to "spirit", and even reached every detailed step.

At that time, sorcerers had extremely high requirements for personal talents. No matter their constitution or intelligence, it was an essential element for every wizard to climb the peak of the mystery of magic.

But because of this, there are so few wizards who can embark on that path that the legacy is lost.

Until modern times, the so-called "wizards" have been inferior in strength, and the environment for training is inexhaustible. Even the magical creatures have long lost their instinct to continue diversification.

As the scientific development of Muggles has become more and more prosperous, the group of wizards has come to an end.

However, in such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who was exceptionally intelligent and gifted with "spiritual", unknowingly embarked on his own path as a wizard.

He smoothed the "material" deficiency with "spirit", chewed the rules of the world with the feelings of life, and at this moment, like the ancient wizard, touched the peak called "death".

"... sometimes, people ... should be selfish ..."

Voldemort couldn't understand it at all. When Dumbledore said this, he had a naughty smile on his face.

But the power of the Bewitching Monument made him feel an incomparable threat.

"Damn, what happened?"

He cursed secretly, angrily, and then waved his wand without hesitation.

Suddenly, the black gas lingered again, wrapped around him and suddenly expanded into a black ball, and then collapsed silently in an instant, and disappeared into the sight of everyone in the blink of an eye.

He escaped like this, decisively and quickly, without any hesitation.

"run!"

Among the Death Eaters, I do n’t know which one shouted first, and then everyone immediately phantom shifted, and in a blink of an eye, followed their boss's footsteps and escaped.

With such a terrible ending, the members of the Order of the Phoenix who stood inside the school gate and watched the situation outside looked at each other for a long time, and then had to accept the reality at hand.

"Go back, Voldemort will not be back in a short time ..."

Dumbledore turned calmly, waved his hand slightly, and walked first toward the main entrance of the castle. Just passing Hagrid's hut, he glanced casually at the Forbidden Forest.

Soon, when Dumbledore arrived on the lawn in front of the castle, he saw a row of stone pier knights standing in an orderly manner at the main entrance and the auditorium gate, silently performing the task of guarding the school.

Professor McGonagall stood behind the knights, and nodded and smiled immediately after seeing Dumbledore.

"How is it going?"

Before Dumbledore approached, Professor McGonagall asked immediately.

Dumbledore nodded: "It's okay, it's safe for the time being ... I'll talk about it later. Now let the students go back to the bedroom to sleep!"

It's obviously too early to dawn! Although the professors certainly have no chance to sleep, the students are at an age when they need sleep.

When the deans of the colleges brought the wizards back to the common room and urged everyone to sleep in the bedroom, Dumbledore and Snape first returned to the principal's room.

"Severus, there are some things you need to pay more attention to, about the child of Maca ..."

That night, Snape stayed in the principal's office until the sky was bright, and then he left with a stride of his usual cold expression.

Although he always walked like the wind, his robes often spread like bat wings, but this time it seemed to be more hurried than ever, as if venting his heavy boredom.

Shortly after Snape left the principal's room, the door was suddenly opened from inside, and Dumbledore walked out with a strange expression on his face.

"... seems to have forgotten someone."

He muttered as he went downstairs on the escalator.

At the same time, in the underground tower below the Quidditch stadium, Lockhart was shrinking to the corner of the ice palace on a certain floor, hugging his arms and knees.

"... I swear to Merlin that I must study knowledge seriously in the future, not to be lazy, passive, or deceived, to be safe, to strive for self-reliance, and to fight for my life as a qualified wizard!"

"So ... can you come and rescue me personally! I'm going to freeze to death, sneeze!"

Around him, in addition to the ice wall, it is still the ice wall, and the cold is everywhere, and snowflakes flutter in the air from time to time, almost heaping him into a snowman.

I don't know if he rushed to the cold place or was cursed. Every time he tried to beat the hero, he would eventually be trapped in a cold place.

Why can't even a fire spell be used in this **** ice and snow maze?

"Hey ~~~ Mike, sneeze! McLay ~~~~ Yeah!" Lockhart's teeth were chirping, his voice trembled like Pavarotti's aria, "Save ~~~~ Fate ~~~~ Ah ~~~~~ "

In this unmanned ice palace, only Lockhart's tenor was echoing, with endless desolation and sadness.

...

Voldemort's offense seemed like a farce, which began in the inexplicable part of most people, but also ended quietly in the inexplicable one.

In this noisy stage play, Maca did not play any role in it, even if it was just an unknown passer-by.

But only a limited number of people know that the writer of most of the scripts is his fellow who is far away in the mountains and mountains of Albania.

Well, it ’s far, but it ’s not that far ... at least for this time, it ’s actually very close.

Today is June 29. Four full days have elapsed since Voldemort's frightened night, and even today, there are only two days left for summer vacation.

At this point, Maca squatted in front of the dark enchanted stele just like the past few days, adding the last few words to her notes.

To be honest, this **** stone is really quite mysterious, and the mystery contained in it also makes Maca headache. Based on his current magic knowledge, giving him another ten years may not be able to fully understand this stuff.

Fortunately, Maca doesn't need to fully understand it.

As far as he is concerned, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of the Black Dead, and the other is to find an effective means to deal with the Black Dead.

Of course, if you can learn more about Voldemort's current state and strength, it would be better.

I have to say that he is still very fortunate that such ancient-level magical items are related to the rules; some of the mysteries that others can never figure out are for him to follow.

After he has recorded all the required detection data one by one, it is time to go back.

"... Okay, I'll be busy after I go back!"

Maca stood up, patted her clothes, and hurriedly left the main cemetery along the way.

It was not until he stepped out of the ancient temple that was the entrance that he took a deep breath of fresh air and waved his hands happily at the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders standing outside.

"Hi! Guys!" He smiled. "Have you missed your father?"

A group of spiders suddenly looked at him with eight big eyes, and saw his eyes sting the little bastards, and couldn't bear to look straight!

Maca is in a good mood, after all, a mind has a clear clue to resolve it, and a big rock in his heart can be considered to be slightly landing.

Tossing a series of preparations, in fact, was to come here without Voldemort's attention, and to uncover the mystery of the Bewitching Stele, it was really weird to think about it.

But the content of "Book of Sin" is right in front of his eyes, reminding him at all times that everything must be prepared very much, otherwise he will regret his life if he is not careful.

Taking a sigh of relief, Maca stretched out her hand and pulled it out of her waist ... Ahem ... A suspicious ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ was printed with a cartoon big yellow chicken with a stiff face.

He shuddered abnormally fancy, then stretched out his wand and nodded, as if adjusting something. Before long, he clenched his left hand and shook it hard.

At the moment when the big yellow chicken on it was gripped by his neck tightly, the bar suddenly sprang up with him, and then fell suddenly.

With a twist of space, he disappeared into the depths of this dense forest with people.

...

"Oh!"

This is also the first time that Maca has used the door key. Although he made it himself, no one has stipulated who will use it.

In cross-continental long-distance travels, the appearance of phantoms is often a little unstable. Although others have not yet deviated from the long distance like Maca, the key of the door still plays a role in this long-distance travel. Played an important role.

The making of a door key is actually quite simple. However, due to a period of abuse, the Ministry of Magic opened a separate office to strictly control such simple and effective magic props.

But where does Maca care about this? As long as the magic wave generated when reaching the destination is restrained, the Ministry of Magic will not detect it.

However, this was his first use, after all, he had patronized the magic of control, but he did not expect that this thing would be ruthless.

Oh ... why is it soft? Could it be that ... I just sat down on an innocent passerby?

Maca lowered her head, but saw a familiar figure lying on his back under his ass, and a head emerged from between his legs.

"Huh ..." Maca grinned a little regretfully, and showed a hearty smile between her legs. "Hi! Good afternoon, how about going for a glass of butter beer ... I'll treat you!"