"Don't mention the legends that are too far away from today," Maca waved her hand. "As for the casting without a staff, isn't that a lot in Africa?"

In fact, there is nothing to be fussed about without a staff. As Makar said, there is such a convenient "habit" in Vagadu's magic school in Africa that it uses fingers and gestures to describe the trajectory of the spell. Fastest update

Of course, after the magic wand was invented in Europe, it became less and less common for African countries to cast spells with their bare hands.

Because African wizards have discovered that when they get used to the magic wand, the difficulty of casting drops sharply, and the success rate is far from being comparable to unarmed casting.

"Of course, I know the situation in Africa, but you can cast a wandless spell like you do, I have never seen it." Santa Genna stared suspiciously at his hand, "Just look at your guardian curse. The degree of being at hand is almost comparable to 'us' talent magic ... "

"If you are interested in this topic, we can continue the discussion another day." Maca urged with a smile, "At least you should know that I am not arrogant, but confident?"

"Okay, I confess, you won ..." Santa Gina sighed, and then sat back in the chair again. "Although I couldn't seduce you, I have to say it was a pity . "

"It would be better to say, what regrets you?" Maca didn't seem to be bothered by this.

St. Guyana seemed to want to sort out her thoughts. She smiled for a moment and then silent, before continuing to speak.

"Finally, it was purely by accident that you met Mr. McLean at the bar today ..."

After the sparkless confrontation just now, the vampire lady in front of Maca seemed to finally give up her original plan, and her words became a lot simpler.

"Yes, it's true that Mr. Deez is looking for you ... probably he has now arrived in the English magic world?" She said softly, "But, it's a little different from what I said just now, I'm actually ... is on the other side. "

"Yes, that's the side that agrees with Voldemort." Speaking here, she couldn't help but grin, "It sounds contradictory to what I just said, right?"

"Any troubles?" Maca asked indifferently.

"It's not‘ distressed ’…” Santa Günner shook her head and said, “The reason is simple, because my last name determines which side I should stand on, even if I do n’t want to.”

"You know, our tribe is actually very conservative ..." She reluctantly said, "On this point, it is much more stubborn than your wizard's pure blood family!"

Maca nodded in a clear way, he somewhat understood why the lady of St. Guyana had used the talent magic of vampire to seduce herself regardless of the risk just now.

"You're worried. Even if you tell the truth, I won't trust you?" He said, "That's why you plan to seduce me with talent magic and make me willingly agree with you?"

Having said that, Maca thought for a while and said, "So, what motivates you, and would rather take this risk than have to ally with us? If I judge on your seat, it is the two that don't help each other. The best? "

Ms. Santa Genna nodded: "If you want to maintain the status quo and preserve yourself, of course it is true, but ... the ending we want ... is not the case."

At this moment, the expression on her face seemed a little complicated, but there was a hint of expectation in it.

"To be honest, I didn't expect Mr. McLean to be such a broad-minded wizard. In that case, let me be straight."

Saint Guiner squeezed her red lips, and then continued:

"In fact, a large part of our tribe wants to truly integrate into the wizarding society. This is not just caused by the similarity in appearance. The main thing is ... we actually admire the prosperity of the wizarding society today."

"Is 'really' integrated into the wizarding society?" Maca recalled the current state of the vampires, "as far as I know, you are doing it."

In the modern magic world, it is true that vampires are becoming less and less troubled. Although some die-hards have occasional incidents, many vampires have begun to enter and leave some social places of wizards very peacefully.

However, even so, without the official support of the wizarding world, even if the vampire side has a strong will, it will inevitably be subject to very large resistance.

And if there really is a vampire standing by Voldemort this time, no matter whether it is success or failure, it is equivalent to the whole family being tied to Voldemort's thief ship.

Instead, they might as well bet on the Order of the Phoenix. At least for the rationalists, the win rate on Maca is obviously much higher.

"Yes, we have always been working hard to integrate into the wizarding society, and although the difficulties are not small, at least there is hope ..." said Saint Guiner, and sighed again.

"In fact, we have even prepared some funds and plan to start a very important integration plan." She frowned and said, "Originally everything is fine, but who knows ..."

"Integration plan?" Maca noticed the keyword immediately.

"That's right, fit into the plan." Santa Guiner nodded. "After some discussion, we decided on a plan that would ease the conflict between our vampires and your wizards."

"We want to organize a group called the" Vampire Tolerance Association "to create a platform for peer-to-peer exchanges between wizards and vampires. If possible, we also intend to open a formal blood trade in this association. I believe that will Will greatly reduce the predation of our people. "

"Because human blood is the most delicious food for vampires ... isn't it?" Maca pondered. "If you want to organize this association, you will definitely face great difficulties ... In other words, you need to Is the stock coming from the wizard's thrust? "

"Yes, we originally planned to conduct a pilot operation in the British magic world," St. Guiner said calmly, "because ... Mr. Dumbledore is in the UK."

Dumbledore always showed a softer side in treating magical creatures, and it is no wonder that they put the breakthrough point on the greatest white wizard of today.

...

That night, Maca and Ms. Saint-Guyner continued to discuss their views, and even this tortuous inter-racial dialogue was over.

Of course, Maca did not immediately agree. After all, this is just a word of Saint Guinness. Whether Maca is a believer or not, you need to research more to determine the specific situation.

Early the next morning, Maca set aside the vampire story and refocused her attention on the task of finding giants.

Yesterday at the bar, Hagrid and Maca had obtained information about the giant community in the mouth of the wizard named Troka.

Maca, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim followed the general directions provided by Troka all the way north to the border between Latvia and Russia.

In a deserted mountain there, they started to walk as much as possible.

Those giants don't like wizards, especially they don't like the use of magic by wizards, it will easily arouse their anger and hostility, and it is not conducive to negotiation.

However, with the help of the eight-eyed giant spiders of Maca, the search process was smooth and even to say that it was like a wild outing.

However, Hagrid was very curious about the eight-eyed giant spiders. Had Maca stopped him, he would have guaranteed that he would be made into stone sculptures by those "little cutes"!

After all, Hagrid is just a hybrid of giants, not a real giant, and the resistance to magic cannot be compared with a real giant at all.

Under Maca's instructions, his little babies came back to inform him immediately after discovering the giant figure.

"Let's go! In that direction"

Maca waved at Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, and then jumped directly to Primary Six ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, making Hagrid envious again.

When they turned over the three mountains and climbed the fourth ridge, they immediately saw the bonfires dimly glowing with warmth below.

And in the vicinity of those bonfires, the huge hill-like figures are constantly wandering, which is really amazing.

It's a pity that they spent most of the day on their way. Even if they searched fast, they couldn't keep up with the quiet night.

"It looks like I can only wait for tomorrow," Maka whispered, took three potions bottles from her waist, and handed them to Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim. "Let's take a warm sip ... The place is really cold! "

After all, he took a sip on his own, and then pulled out the supplies for the night.

"This tent has been cast without a stretch, but ..." Maca looked at the two big men around him, then shrugged. "Well ... Madam, you should be fine, but Hagrid estimates Will you get stuck in the tent? "

In fact, this is just a polite phrase. Not to mention Hagrid, Mrs. Maxim can't get in, because his tent is too small from the outside ...

"Thank you, Mr. McLean, but you don't have to ..." Madame Maxim went down the steps given by Maca. "In this month, more than half of our days were spent in the wild at night. . "

"Yeah, yes!" Hagrid said happily. "Maca, what's your bottle of potion? When you drink it, you feel warm all over. This is enough!"

"It was prepared with the blood of salamander. There is no formal name or it is called‘ warming agent ’! Anyway, those potions in the magic world are all this tone ...”) !!