Chapter 793 "My Mother's Family" Has Come to Ask for Someone

"... So, is that so?"

When Luna, Hermione and others were about to stage an "inevitable encounter" at the Wenrenju quill shop, Maca was sitting by the fireplace in the office, having a supplementary conversation with Erns.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar blue cane was turning in Maca's hand, and some kind of obscure and powerful magic power fluctuation made Maca secretly amazed.

Through Enns's narration just now, Maca has roughly understood that Salazar Slytherin did leave a so-called "back hand".

According to the actual situation Enns said, it is speculated that the basilisk cultivated by Salazar is obviously a key to solving Hai Erbo.

As for another key to solving Haierbo, it is naturally the snake stick that Maca is holding in his hand.

"Using the instant death effect of the basilisk venom on the soul, and with the help of the hidden connection between the soul fragments that transcend space, a 'special toxin' that specifically restrains the Horcrux can be formed..."

"Well, speaking of it, it's a bit like some kind of 'plague' at the soul level?"

It is conceivable that even though Salazar Slytherin came up with a nearly perfect solution when the growth of the basilisk required a lot of time, he couldn't implement it by himself.

After all, he didn't create any Horcruxes to seek immortality, and he never thought of doing so.

However, it could be said that it was a foolproof method back then, but after all, it was no match for the various changes brought about by time. Who would have expected that the basilisk specially bred by Salazar would be dismantled into parts by someone in the secret room?

"Oh, it turned out to be my fault?"

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"The basilisk is already dead...Although the venom was collected at that time, the toxin that has lost its magic power is just a can of relatively powerful biological toxin. The only thing left is preserved in this snake stick Does the soul spread magic?"

After thinking about it for a while, Maca suddenly raised his head and looked at Ensi who was sitting across from him holding a teacup.

"Remember, what was the spell that Salazar told you to recite?"

Ensi shook his head when he heard this.

"Uh, I was too busy running away at that time, and I didn't even have time to finish listening..." He said while thinking, and finally said a little apologetically, "Well, except for that old man Salazar's laughter, I basically remember Not too many things."

"Okay!" Maca shrugged, "You can go back first—if you can remember the spell that Salazar chanted, please come and tell me anytime."

"Of course, no problem," Ensi immediately stood up and said, "I'll go back and remember it."

After he finished speaking, he just turned around and walked a few steps, but heard Maca's voice behind him again.

"Wait a minute," Maca said, stretching out the snake staff, "You forgot about it."

Ensi looked back and waved his hands.

"Oh no, this... I think staying with you will be more..."

"It was left to you by Slytherin," Maca said calmly, "Take it! It's useless to me, and I suggest that you just take it back and treat it as a collection."

Having said that, he paused for a while, and then said kindly:

"Remember! Everyone has a different wand - this snake wand is powerful, but it's not the best for us."

"Is that so..." Ensden thought thoughtfully, "Professor McLean, you mean... is this the so-called 'wand chooses a wizard'?"

Maca couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"Let me think about it, you heard that sentence from Mr. Ollivander, didn't you?" He asked, but quickly put away his smile and said seriously, "But I have to tell you —The truly great wizards choose their wands themselves."

At this point, Maca seemed to recall something,

Can't help but smile knowingly.

"There used to be a wand, called the most powerful wand in the world by wizards, and its name was the 'Elder Wand'. And the last owner of this wand... I think you must have heard it, he It was our previous Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh, of course!" Enns nodded immediately when he heard Dumbledore, "the greatest wizard in modern times, who died for Hogwarts... Even after his death, he can deter the Dark Lord and his minions , so that they dare not easily harass Hogwarts Castle."

"That's right," Maca said with a smile, "but I can tell you one thing secretly—in fact, Professor Dumbledore died physically, but his spirit did not. As far as I know, he has died in another A whole new adventure begins in a place beyond our reach!"

"This... is this true? Is it true?" Ensi couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise when he heard this.

"Well, maybe!" Maca spread his hands and said, "Professor Dumbledore's level is too high, and I don't know it very well. I just know that he only did one thing before he chose to go that way. thing--"

Obviously, Ensi, who was full of longing for this world of wizards and magic, could not suppress his yearning for a long time.

"What's the matter?" He took a step forward almost uncontrollably, and asked eagerly.

However, Maca still maintained his calm smile, and he didn't even change his sitting posture.

"Professor Dumbledore broke the 'Old Wand' that he had been using all this time... Just like that, with a 'click', it became two pieces of broken wood."

While speaking, he also held both ends of the snake stick with both hands, and gestured casually. But it was such a random fake action that made Ensi's heart tighten.

"Don't worry, I'll give it back to you after I said it, this is your thing." Maca then extended his hand, "Remember what I said just now—power may bring us a certain degree of strength, but it will also Let us get lost along the way, magic will always be a wonderful and dangerous thing."

After that, Maca asked Innes to take the snake stick, and watched the little Hufflepuff wizard leave his office.

When the door of the room was closed again, he raised the cup in his hand and took a sip of tea.

"Leading a child who may go astray to the right path...maybe more difficult than I imagined," he sighed seemingly casually, "It's really hard to be a good teacher!"

But just as Maca was still lamenting the great cause of "teaching and educating people", a wave of magic power faintly appeared from the corridor outside the office door, making him habitually look in the direction of the door.

Unsurprisingly, soon there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Maca waved his hand, and the door opened, and then he saw Professor Flitwick standing at the door... Uh, okay! Due to Flitwick's elf blood, the cutest height, in fact, Maca only saw half of his shiny bald head.

"Oh, Professor Flitwick? You don't come to my place often..." Maca immediately got up and greeted him, "Isn't today a day off? I thought you'd already gone to the Three Broomsticks for a few drinks with Hagrid and the others. ?”

But when Maca saw Flitwick's expression, he knew there might be some trouble.

"Yes, Maca! I really wanted to have a drink with Hagrid, Slughorn and the others," the little Flitwick said sharply, "but... well, we are at school Met some... er, guests at the door?"

"So, they are the reason why you came to my office to look for me?" Maca asked curiously, "Who are the guests? They came to look for me?"

"No, it's not exactly..." Flitwick looked back, then closed the door of the office, and said in a low voice, "It's from the Werther family. From what they say, it seems that they want to send Charlotte away." The little girl Turner was brought back into the family."

"Oh?"

To be honest, Maca really didn't have any expectations for the Witte family's emergence at this time.

According to his previous assumptions, the most likely time for those guys surnamed Witte to appear should be before the public event of Nicole Flamel's estate.

No matter how bad it is, they should choose to make some noise before and after the alchemy competition.

Regardless of the possibility, Maca didn't think they would still be interested in Senior Charlotte, let alone come to Hogwarts to be important.

"Professor, how many people are here?" Maca pondered for a while, and then asked quickly.

From the moment he entered the door, Flitwick's expression was more dignified. This means that although the current situation is most likely not good, it is certainly not out of control.

"A lot," Flitwick recalled. "There are about twenty people. Right now, Minerva is asking them about the situation at the school gate... Or rather, she is trying to take a break."

"So—I mean, what about Charlotte? Today..." As she was speaking, Maca quickly said to herself, "Oh, today is Hogsmeade Day, she should go early in the morning I'm working at the Pig's Head Bar."

"Yes," Flitwick immediately nodded upon hearing this, "So, Minerva wants me to tell you first."

"Well, I see."

He was the one who brought Charlotte back to Hogwarts in the first place, but now that someone is coming, Professor McGonagall of course has to find Maca.

However, after a general understanding of the situation, Maca still didn't understand what happened. What kind of intentions are hidden behind the Werther family's behavior to beg for Charlotte?

"Forget it, anyway, I'll go down and take a look first!" Maca frowned and said, "Professor, you should arrange for the students who are still in the castle to not go out for the time being."

When Professor Flitwick nodded, Maca had already passed him, opened the door and went into the corridor.

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