Chapter 775 Rowena's Husband

"I wonder if you have any connection to Rowena Ravenclaw?"

As soon as Maca said these words, another thunderclap exploded above everyone's heads, and immediately after, the torrential rain fell down.

"Why do you ask?"

The old man, like Maca, was holding an invisible magic umbrella, passing through the dense rain curtain, but it could be seen that there was not much expression on his face.

Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Maca asked herself a question instead, and couldn't help smiling.

The old man also said just now that he is different from himself, and he will answer when asked! Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, this guy immediately forgot that sentence.

But this time, Maca did not avoid the other party's question.

"Because of this pattern," he pointed to the sign on the helicopter not far away, "Actually, after seeing the representative animals of Ravenclaw College, many people have had some doubts—why Ravenclaw Isn't there a 'raven' on the emblem of Law College?"

"You think I'm related to the founder of Ravenclaw College just by this emblem?" The old man looked at Maca through the rain, shook his head slightly, and said, "Yes...in this land, ravens are Seen as a symbol of wisdom and victory, it just so happens that Ravenclaw also has the meaning of 'Raven's Claw'. But, ahem... isn't it also regarded as death and ominous?"

As he said that, the old man said indifferently: "Maybe, because of this, Rowena Ravenclaw prefers eagles?"

However, after waiting for him to finish speaking, Maca waved his hand immediately.

"Oh, I don't think Rowena would be taboo about 'death' and 'unlucky'," he vetoed casually, "She has studied magic literature very deeply, so of course she will not refuse Know--"

At this point, Maca stretched out his left hand and outlined an ancient rune character with his fingers.

"...The meaning of 'death' is actually an absolutely fair and just 'destruction and creation'."

"yes?"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but nodded, and his eyes were fixed on the blue character on the left hand side of Maca that he had outlined.

"Young man, I have to admit that you have traveled far in your magical journey..."

"No, it's nothing!" Maca waved the rune symbol away, and said softly, "It's just that my life is a little bit lucky...and a little bit unlucky. Then..."

"So--"

Maca was about to continue to ask something, but unexpectedly this time the old man took the initiative to take the conversation.

"Young man, you... ahem... can you tell me what you know? What prompted you to suspect that I have a connection with Rowena Ravenclaw?"

"I can see that you are a wizard with enough wisdom. If you don't have some information that others don't know, you won't ask such an unnecessary question."

In fact, when the other party said this, it was equivalent to half-affirming Maca's questioning. Of course, if the old man wanted to say something of value, Maca would need to shake it a little more and come out with more weight.

"Okay!" Maca thought for a while, and immediately spread his left hand, "Then I might as well change the question...I want to know, your...is your surname 'Ravenclaw'."

"Hmph...cough cough cough..."

This obviously more straightforward question actually caused the old man to laugh out loud, but it also made him cough heavily again several times.

It can be seen that he was deeply moved by this question.

But after laughing and coughing for a while, the old man didn't answer immediately. Under Maca's gaze, he waved his hand laboriously, and then gestured towards the Black Stone Fortress in front of him.

"Young man, I have something to tell you," he said slowly, "it's about that old guy who just crawled out of the ground recently... Of course, I will try my best to tell you what you want to know." tell you."

"Haier—" "No.

"

Maca only paused for a moment when he heard it, and subconsciously wanted to say the name, but was immediately stopped by the other party.

"Don't say it here."

After making Maca stop, the old man gestured to Miriam who was behind him, and the latter pushed the wheelchair and obediently led the old man to the fort prison.

Maca hesitated when he saw this, and then followed thoughtfully.

"Young man, I think we should go back to the previous topic first..." The old man sat crookedly on the slightly bumpy wheelchair, and continued to Maca who was not far away, "I think you are You know, Dementors have a penchant for feeding on all positive emotions, and souls too."

Hearing that the other party brought up the topic of dementors again, Maca couldn't help guessing a little more. Because, the old man suddenly mentioned Haierbo's birth just now.

"You mean, 'he' wouldn't like to be near a dementor?"

"It seems that you have already thought of something..." The old man smiled, "Yes. At least, he would not come here in the state of a remnant soul... Even though these monsters originally came from him hands."

"Oh?"

While speaking, Maca glanced back - the two men in suits were following behind them, walking forward step by step.

And in the hands of the two of them, there are actually two umbrellas that have been prepared a long time ago. It seems that the style was bought in a Muggle shopping mall.

"He created a dementor? I never thought of that..."

"Don't worry, this kind of thing would not be expected by normal people." The old man suddenly showed a sneer, "Who would have guessed that these monsters are actually the remnants of human beings? Even if it is 'he' I, at the beginning, only wanted to study how to split the soul to make Horcruxes, which led to the birth of these monsters."

"So that's how it is," Maca couldn't help thinking for a moment while listening, and then suddenly said, "It's no wonder that the number of dementors hardly changes...as long as they suck souls to make up for the defects, they will disappear, and they will be replaced by others." Those who smoke will become new dementors..."

Maca was once interested in the study of dementors, and he had previously used materials from dementors to make wand cores.

But even though Maca is not very interested in them now, when he hears some related knowledge, he will inevitably be a little curious, and can't help but want to think about it.

"That's right," the old man said affirmatively, "If you lack something, you will instinctively ask for it. These guys who are feared and hated by others are a group of poor people... To be honest, if 'he' doesn't If you come back, letting the dementors guard the prison is actually a good decision."

"Oh, don't talk nonsense about this," Maca shrugged. "Be careful not to be scolded in the newspapers by those witch media who supremacy of human rights!"

While chatting, the two of them headed towards the fort prison. After a while, they had already arrived outside the huge gate.

Needless to say the old man, the two men in suits following behind took the initiative to stretch out their wands, and tacitly cooperated to slowly lift the gate up.

"Let's go too quickly! Don't make them work too hard..."

After entering the vestibule of the fortress with the old man and Miriam, who was pushing a wheelchair, the gate behind them slowly fell back to the ground—the two men in suits who cast a spell to open the door did not follow.

"Millie, go and ask Seaman to come down! It's already raining enough, you go and help him sort out his mind and relieve his mental burden..."

Seeing the old man's order, Miriam immediately nodded in agreement, then stared at Maca hesitantly for a while, and then hurried to the guard tower on one side.

After hearing this, Maca nodded in understanding.

It seems that although Biasa is proficient in the transformation called Seaman, he can continue to maintain his own will even after the transformation. But that probably also has huge restrictions and loads. If there is no help, maybe it may never change back to human form.

"I always feel that this kind of deformation of yours... I seem to have seen it somewhere?" Maca thought about it for a while, and suddenly said the words that had been suppressed in his heart before, "Oh, that's right... ...I thought, "The Book of Jazz?"

"Everyone would want to try Merlin's magic research, wouldn't he?" the old man didn't deny Maca's words, "especially a research that Merlin has never been able to complete."

"But it's a pity that you didn't finish it." Maca glanced at him, then said deliberately, "And Rowena didn't either."

In Rowena's secret room and on the small island, Maca has found no less than information related to bloodline transformation, both theoretical and experimental... In fact, Maca's transformation of the acromantula Some of the results were borrowed from it.

"Yes!"

At this time, apart from the dementors wandering around, there were only the two of them left. Under such circumstances, the old man seemed to intend to stop hiding some things.

"If I have to say it, I'm just doing my best to continue this endless research..." He said quietly, "It's a pity that I don't have a smart head, nor an excellent comprehension ability. So much so that this research has not made much progress until now."

"so!"

Maca sorted out her thoughts secretly in her heart, then suddenly turned around, facing the old man in the wheelchair directly,

"Are you Rowena's husband—a descendant of Ewan Ravenclaw?" He was talking, but he shook his head reluctantly. "Or, are you actually Ewan himself?"

This last conjecture, Maca is actually reluctant to say it out, because there are enough "old immortals" who have come into contact with him recently!

However, the old man smiled helplessly.

"Well, it's been a long time since anyone called me by this name..." He said sadly, "I thought it had been completely forgotten long ago."

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