Chapter 1659 Looking Glass

"Ugh--"

Lying on the soft bed, with his hands behind his head, Barbre let out a long sigh as he looked at the delicate carvings on the ceiling.

This long sigh that suppressed his emotions was not for anything else, but because the "plan" he had just heard from the prince just now made him feel helpless.

"Get the final formula from a powerful wizard like Mr. McLean? Your Highness and Mr. Davidson... what kind of joke is this?"

Right now, although this sentence was only lingering in Barbre's mind, he didn't really say it. But just looking at his increasingly depressed expression, you can tell how distressed he is.

Yes, it turned out that for some reason, the first heir to the British royal family was actually planning to get Maca's potion formula—oh, he was referring to the finished product formula after the experiment was completely successful.

However, to obtain such an important thing from a wizard with both wisdom and strength, even a "former Muggle" like Barbre, who has just come into contact with magic, understands how difficult it is.

But, after all, this is a plan spoken by the prince himself. Even when Barbre learned of this plan, he still felt a little forced and helpless.

But for Barbre, who has not yet escaped from the status of a "royal guard"...it seems that the only option is to "bite the bullet and do it", right?

What's more, the benefits that the prince promised him later really moved him quite a bit.

"Ugh!"

After thinking about it, Barbre couldn't help but sighed again—the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this kind of plan was just a dream!

"Let's not talk about stealing the formula, even if you start with the other party first, it's impossible. In the past few days, except for the demonstration of magic and the routine inspection every night, it seems that there has been no contact with McClain. Have you finished half a sentence, sir?"

So, that night passed quietly in Barbrey's daze with a sad face.

...

"...What a pair of interesting friends!"

Not long after Maca had an inquiry and conversation with Ens the next morning and let the latter go upstairs to rest,

Alexander appeared at the door.

Hearing that the other party wanted to see Ensi, Maca thought about it, but quickly let him go.

And now, Maca is in this living room, feeling secretly for the friendship between Alexander and Ensi, which is somewhat different from ordinary people.

"Ensi's temper is indeed a bit bad - it's up to his father, but facing this friend who can hardly say anything good on weekdays, Alexander is very patient, and he will not be angry at all because of the sarcastic remarks that Ensi often blurts out. Dissatisfaction."

Thinking of this, Maca looked away from the stairs, leaned back on the sofa and shook his head with a smile.

"If Harry had Alexander's mentality back then, and Malfoy had the 'bottom line' like Enns, maybe they would have become such a slightly awkward pair of friends, right?"

If that was the case, Malfoy probably wouldn't be in the situation he is now, even if the world is still full of incidents.

After muttering to himself like this, Maca finally curled his lips, and put aside such beautiful ideas that didn't have much meaning.

"Let the two of them chat first!" He suddenly stood up from the sofa, and put the letter to Haierbo that he had just written before into his pocket, "This letter is waiting for Ensdo Just relax and leave it to him."

Before he finished speaking, Maca also turned around and walked towards the stairs, passed the floor where Ens and Alexander were in a moment, and returned to his own room.

After closing the door with his backhand, he pursed his lips and said to himself in his heart:

"Since we all know that the soul fragments in the Horcrux can be directly extracted by some method, why not study it yourself before sending the letter over?"

While Maca was thinking this way, he suddenly waved his hand and used the disappearing spell to clear out all the furnishings in the room. Afterwards, he took out a whole stack of rune cards that had drawn various rune symbols in advance, and gently threw them forward.

The next moment, with the rapid flow of magic power in the room, a large number of cards fluttered up and down like butterflies, and under Maca's will, one by one fell to the position that Maca wanted them to fall one by one. superior.

After a while, the ground, walls, and ceiling were covered with rune cards according to certain rules. After the magic power of Maca infusion was activated, the whole room was filled with faint blue light.

It wasn't until this moment that Maca cautiously reached into the leather bag at his waist and took out the Devouring Mirror bit by bit.

"boom."

After placing it in the center of the room, Maca stood not far in front of it, frowning slowly.

"To be honest, if it's not necessary, I really don't want to see this thing at all-every time I see it, I can't help but think of that bad memory!"

As he muttered, his eyes fell on the mirror surface of this ancient mirror. There, the soul rule runes that have been strengthened by Maca are flickering on and off, resisting the powerful attraction in the mirror of the devouring mirror that only targets souls.

And because the power of the Devouring Mirror is being blocked by Maca's "Pride Rune" at this moment, the already chaotic mirror surface looks even more hazy now.

To put it bluntly, you can't see anything.

"Where exactly will Haierbo's soul fragments be hidden? In the 'space' inside the mirror? Or... well, speaking of it, why does it have to be a mirror? It can't reflect anything..."

After standing in front of the mirror for a while, Maca simply sat down cross-legged on the spot, propped his chin with one hand, and fell into meditation facing the blurred mirror.

Needless to say, Maca has already done the inspection methods that normal thinking can think of. So this time, instead of trying to find out the inside of the mirror, he stared at it and began to wonder if he had any more special ideas.

After all, Hai Erbo said that he can extract the soul fragments from it. With a clearer goal, thinking will naturally become much more efficient.

And if what Hai Erbo said was actually just a lie with ulterior motives, then Maca seemed to have more reason to think about it first.

"But...you still can't see anything?"