Chapter 1149

As mentioned before, Haierbo never looked at the identity of the other party when he recruited apprentices.

Not to mention the era he lived in back then, at least in today's modern magic world, the family background of other people must be as insignificant as the clouds in the sky to Hai Erbo.

Therefore, among his apprentices, there are ordinary family wizards like Martin, and there are also grumpy dwarf wizards who live in seaside cottages.

Therefore, it was a matter of course—among those people, there were a few pure-blood wizards with good talents who had encountered Haierbo by chance, so it was naturally not surprising.

It's just that, compared to those ordinary wizards in the past, most people from pure-blood families have a rather strange pride. They may also succumb to the strong under coercion and temptation, but they may not be able to completely let go of the dignity that comes from pure blood in their hearts.

Now, among Haierbo's apprentices, there are two pure-blood wizards who are a little restless. They did not follow Haierbo's instructions thoroughly, but tried to muddle through while treating the task negatively.

There is no doubt that these two people actually don't want to do things for Hai Erbo at all. When they met Haierbo back then, they only chose to follow because they were intimidated by the opponent's powerful strength and expected to gain benefits from him.

But who is Hai Erbo?

Although he didn't care much about the loyalty of these apprentices, and even seldom contacted them actively, it was impossible for him to really let these people fish in troubled waters under his hands.

To this day, the two pure-blood wizard apprentices who have always been perfunctory in dealing with Haierbo's mission finally realized their stupidity.

Unfortunately, it was too late for them to regret.

"... At this juncture, is the dead person?"

In Kingsley's office, Sirius frowned, flipping through the materials Lupine handed him back and forth.

"I remember that this is the last day of the 'British Magic World Cleansing Operation' of those pure-blood families? It's not going to die long ago, but it happened at this time...Could it be Hai Erbo's hand?"

Over at the desk, Lupine shook his head casually.

"Who knows?" He turned his head at Sirius, and motioned, "I just want you to investigate! To be honest, the deaths of these two people are big or small—the McNeill family That's okay, there are not many left in their family, and basically they can't make a fuss.

But the Luoer family’s is…”

Neither of them had a good impression of pure blood. Now that they saw the news of death, it would be nice if they didn't gloat. But it's okay for these two people to die, and it's uncertain whether there will be any riots that will be unfavorable to Maca and the Ministry of Magic afterwards!

As for the matters of the pure-blood family, Sirius obviously knew better than Lupine. Hearing the other party point out the key point, he nodded accordingly.

"The Luoer family?" Sirius thought for a while, "It depends on which way they will guess—whether they regard this as Hai Erbo's warning to them, or think that this will just destroy Fernando's family." Maca of the Lint family is doing the trick."

"Of course, no matter what they think, I'm afraid it won't do us any good." Lupine waved his hand, "Anyway, let's go find out more first! At present, no one knows what the two families will do."

Sirius immediately nodded slightly, turned around and wanted to go out, but stopped after taking two steps.

"Do you need me to speak to Maca directly? Or should you inform him with a secret letter?"

"Let's just wait there!" Lupine said, "I don't know anything now, and it doesn't make much sense just to tell him about the death of those two people. It's better to wait until you find out the specific reactions of the two families." , I’ll write another ciphertext and ask for his advice.”

"Row!"

After all, Sirius didn't stay any longer, turned around and left in a hurry.

...

There was nothing wrong with Lupine's judgment—two lives were lost at this time, which must be somewhat unfavorable to Maca.

Since the matter of the Flint family has not even been completely settled, and even Mrs. Flint is still undergoing trial in the Wizengamot for days, it is suddenly revealed that two people in the pure-blood family have died. People are full of imagination.

However, don't say that Maca doesn't know about this matter yet, even if he knows now, he doesn't really care much about it.

There are too many things that need him to worry about in the near future. Whether the pure-blood family is making noise or not, at least he will not distract his attention until the stone falls from the sky.

Today, Maca got into the cave deep in the Forbidden Forest again, staring at the huge stone tablet and immersed himself in understanding the rules of the soul.

Although the "arrogance" branch represented by this soul rune doesn't fit him very well, it doesn't mean that he can't master it.

After such a long time of contact, from the initial analysis to the later preliminary mastery, to the present. Maca felt that he seemed to have gradually touched the "temper" of this second-level rune.

That's right, he suddenly felt that the second-level rules might regard them as a kind of living creatures - not only did they have unique and complete "thoughts", they even had a certain will.

Because of this, Voldemort was almost controlled by the rules several times, and became a walking dead with no great power.

However, this "will" is definitely different from that of human beings.

"So that means... the 'understanding' I've been doing is essentially to get close to their specific 'thoughts' in order to gain their approval?"

While thinking about it, Maca felt the rune in the Bewitching Monument again. The fluctuation of his spirit caused the shock of magic power, which spread around him.

Only now did he understand how valuable the list of runes given by the "future self" that appeared in front of him contained.

With its "interpretation" of the Book of Truth, Maca can master this soul rune named "Arrogance" at a comprehension speed almost as fast as that of a high-fit person when it is not suitable for itself.

And it was also only now that he realized how well Voldemort fit this branch of the soul rule.

"Is this the soul flame that both Voldemort and Helbo used?"

Maca raised his hand suddenly, looking at the black flames lingering between his fingers, he couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

"Sure enough... I'm still not suitable for this thing."

As soon as he had this thought, he instantly broke away from the state of forcibly sticking to "arrogance", and the black flame swirling in his palm also dissipated.

Obviously, it is not impossible for him to use it if he has to, but as he himself said just now, it is really not suitable.

Of course, the soul flames used by Voldemort and Haierbo seem to be the same, but in essence they are quite different, and even the effects on the soul will be completely different.

What Maca condensed just now is exactly the kind that Voldemort used in the past.

"……Pity."

Shaking his hands casually, Maca couldn't help but sighed slightly.

In fact, his grasp of this soul rune has already surpassed that of Voldemort back then. The reason why he summoned the soul flame obviously slower than the latter is naturally because he comprehended it entirely by himself, while the latter was always on the verge of being eroded and assimilated by the rules.

But what makes him feel regretful is that even though he has mastered it to this extent, he still can't use it to compete with Hai Erbo.

This is something he just realized after he really understood "arrogance".

"Mirror of devouring..." Maca suddenly turned her head, thinking to the ancient mirror that was heavily sealed in the distance, "It looks like it should be 'gluttony'?"

The true meaning of "arrogance" is supercilious, excessive self-obsession, and even a kind of dignity without foundation. So, what is the true meaning of "gluttony"?

"Perhaps... Hai Erbo actually has an incomparable appetite?"

After jokingly muttering to himself, Maca shrugged, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Today is considered to be a fairly good harvest—although it is not of great benefit to his confrontation with Haierbo, it cannot be said to be useless.

Even if he can't use the "arrogance" that doesn't suit him to gain an advantage, at the very least, he will never have to be afraid of Hai Erbo's soul rules in the future.

It can be said that the two seem to have once again formed a relatively balanced situation.

"Oh! McClain, you're finally out!"

As soon as he walked out of the cave, Maca saw the thin figure of the elf elder Lark. Immediately afterwards, he saw the other party running to him immediately.

"What's wrong?"

"It's the 'headwoman' in the castle! She came to look for you just now—I asked her to go back and wait, but I don't know if she understood me or not."

"Boss?"

Maca was also slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and he didn't understand who Old Lak was talking about until the word turned around in his head.

"Professor McGonagall? Well, that should be something related to the event... Has the federation's approval been passed?"

Thinking of this, he immediately nodded at Old Lark.

"I see, you can do your own work! I'll go back and ask... By the way, you should hurry up and inform the clansmen about what I said, and there will be no time for you to move things!"

After finishing speaking, Maca went to the elf's residence under the watchful eyes of old Lak, and disappeared in the surrounding forest after a while.

"Isn't it just a big rock falling from the sky?" Old Lak muttered, "Forget it, anyway, it's just a temporary move, and you should be back soon..."

While scratching the creaking nest, he walked towards the place where the tribe gathered.

"Is the assembly over? Is it all here? Then listen to me—"

It must be admitted that in terms of the ability to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, it seems that the horsemen who moved out of this place early are stronger.