Chapter 256 Let's Have a Cup of Butter Beer!

In ancient times, wizards had a much deeper and clearer understanding of magic than modern times. They once opened up the path of sublimation from "matter" to "spirit", and even went down to every detailed step.

At that time, wizards had extremely high requirements on personal talents. Both physical fitness and wisdom were necessary elements for every wizard to climb the peak of magic mystery.

But because of this, there are surprisingly few wizards who can embark on that road, resulting in the loss of inheritance.

Until modern times, the so-called "wizards" have been weak, and the practice environment is even more rare. Even the magical creatures have long lost the instinct to continue to diversify.

As the scientific development of Muggles became more and more prosperous, the group of wizards had already come to an end.

However, under such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who has extraordinary wisdom and a talent for "spirituality", has unknowingly embarked on a wizarding path that belongs only to him.

He smoothed out the lack of "material" with "spirit" and tasted the charm of the rules of the world with the perception of life. At this moment, like the ancient wizards, he touched the peak called "death".

"...Sometimes, people... you should be more selfish..."

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

But the power he obtained from the Bewitching Monument made him feel an unparalleled threat.

"Damn, what happened?"

He cursed to himself in exasperation, and waved his wand without hesitation.

Immediately, the black air swirled around again, engulfing him and suddenly expanded into a black ball, then collapsed silently in an instant, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

He escaped just like that, decisively and quickly, without any hesitation.

"run!"

Among the group of Death Eaters, I don't know which one yelled first, and then everyone immediately Apparated, and followed their boss's footsteps and fled away in the blink of an eye.

Such an anticlimactic ending made the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were standing inside the school gate watching the situation outside stare at each other in astonishment for a long time, and only then had to accept the reality in front of them.

"Go back, Voldemort won't be coming back in a short time..."

Dumbledore turned around calmly, waved lightly to everyone, and took the lead in walking towards the main entrance of the castle. He just glanced towards the Forbidden Forest as if passing by Hagrid's hut.

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

And Professor McGonagall, standing behind those knights, immediately smiled and nodded after seeing Dumbledore.

"how is the situation?"

Before Dumbledore came close, Professor McGonagall asked immediately.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "It's okay, it's safe for the time being... I'll talk about the details later, let's arrange the students to go back to the dormitory to sleep now!"

It was clearly still early in the morning! Although the professors definitely have no chance to sleep, the students are at the age when they need sleep.

When the deans of all the colleges took the little wizards back to the common room and urged everyone to go to the dormitory to sleep, Dumbledore and Snape went back to the principal's office first.

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

That night, Snape stayed in the headmaster's office until dawn, and then with his usual cold expression, he strode away.

Although he always walked like the wind, and his outer robe was often spread out like the wings of a bat, but this time he seemed to be walking in a more hurried manner than before, as if he was venting the heavy depression in his chest.

Not long after Snape left the principal's office, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and then Dumbledore walked out with a strange expression on his face.

"...It seems that I have forgotten one person."

He muttered,

On the other hand, he took the escalator and went downstairs.

At the same time, in the underground tower under the Quidditch pitch, Lockhart was huddled in a corner of the ice palace on a certain floor, trembling with his arms wrapped around his knees.

"...I, Gilderoy Lockhart, swear to Merlin that I will earnestly study knowledge in the future, not be lazy, not passive, and not play tricks, keep my own place, work hard and strive for self-improvement, and strive to be a qualified wizard all my life!"

"So... can someone come and save me quickly! I'm about to freeze to death, choo!"

Around him, apart from the ice wall, it was still an ice wall, and there was a strong chill everywhere, and snowflakes fluttered and fell in the air from time to time, almost making him into a snowman.

I don't know if he was in conflict with the cold place or he was cursed. Every time he tried to be a hero, he would end up trapped in a cold place.

This damn ice and snow labyrinth, why can't even a lighting spell be used?

"Hey~~~~Mai, Ah! McKay~~~~Hmm!" Lockhart's teeth were chattering from the cold, and his voice trembled like Pavarotti's aria, "Save~~~~ Fate~~~~ah~~~~"

In this deserted ice palace, only Lockhart's tenor voice is constantly echoing, carrying endless desolation and sadness.

...

Voldemort's attack was like a farce, which started while most people were bewildered, but also quietly ended in bewilderment.

But in this noisy stage play, Maca did not play any role in it, even if it was just an unknown passerby.

But only a limited number of people know that the writer of most of the scripts is him, a guy far away in the mountains and old forests 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 29th, and four full days have passed since the night when Voldemort fled in panic. Even counting today, there are only two days left before the summer vacation.

At this time, Maca was squatting in front of the dark monument of bewitchment just like in the past few days, adding the last few words to his notes.

To be honest, this big black rock is indeed quite mysterious, and the mysteries contained in it also give Maca a headache. Based on his current knowledge of magic, giving him another ten years may not be able to fully understand this thing.

Fortunately, Maca doesn't need to be fully understood.

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

Of course, it would be great if we could learn more about Voldemort's current state and strength.

It has to be said that he is still very lucky that this kind of ancient magic item has something to do with the rules; there are some mysteries that others will never be able to understand, but for him there are traces to follow.

After he had recorded all the detection data he needed one by one, it was time to go back.

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

Maca stood up, patted the hem of his clothes casually, and after packing up everything, he quickly left the main tomb along the way he came.

It wasn't until he walked out of the ancient temple that served as the entrance that he took a deep breath of fresh air, and waved happily to the alienated acromantulas standing outside.

"Hi! Little ones!" he smiled. "Miss Daddy yet?"

A group of spiders stared at him with eight big eyes flashing, his eyes stinging for a while, I couldn't bear to look at these little bastards!

Maca is in a good mood. After all, there is a clear clue to solve a problem in his mind, and a big rock in his heart can be considered to be a little bit on the ground.

Tossing a series of preparations, in fact, is to come here without Voldemort noticing, and uncover a corner of the mystery of the Bewitching Monument. It is really hard to think about it.

But the content of "Book of Sins" was right in front of his eyes, reminding him all the time that everything needs to be well prepared, otherwise he might regret it for the rest of his life if he was not careful.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Maca reached out and pulled out from his waist...ahem...and pulled out a suspicious butt with a cartoon big yellow chicken with a stiff expression on it.

He shook his unusually fancy nipples indifferently, then stretched out his wand and clicked, as if he was adjusting something. Not long after, he stretched his left hand, and then squeezed it hard.

At the moment when the big yellow chicken on the breast was grabbed tightly by his neck, the breast suddenly led him to spin up, and then suddenly fell down.

Accompanied by a distortion of the space, he disappeared into the depths of this quiet and uninhabited forest together with his body.

...

"Aw!"

This is also the first time for Maca to use a Portkey. Although he made this book himself, there is no rule that whoever makes it must know how to use it, right?

During long-distance cross-continental travel, apparition is often a little unstable. Although others do not deviate from long distances like Maca, the door key still plays a role in this kind of ultra-long-distance travel. important role.

The spell making of the Portkey is actually quite simple, but because of a certain period of abuse, the Ministry of Magic opened up a separate office to strictly control this simple and effective magic item.

But why does Maca care about this, as long as the magic power fluctuations generated when arriving at the destination are restrained, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to detect it at all.

However, this was the first time he used it after all, and he was only interested in controlling the magic power, but he didn't expect that this thing would be merciless in throwing people away.

Oh... why is it soft under the body? Could it be that... I sat down an innocent passer-by with my ass?

Maca lowered his head, only to see a familiar figure lying on his back under his buttocks, with a head protruding from between his legs.

"Hmm..." Maca grinned slightly apologetically, and showed a hearty smile between her legs, "Hi! Good afternoon, how about going to have a cup of butter beer together... My treat!"