Chapter 1945: Death invitation

The seal failed.
This is not because Maca's own copy of the stone box doesn't work, but because ... it didn't have the time to show its effect.
When Maca only felt a moment in her mind, and returned to God again, he found that the stone box just ready to be used was left on the ground somehow.
And his hand actually reached out to that black box again.
Maca was sure that she had always resisted the seductive power it sent out. In other words, what caused him to involuntarily and repeatedly reach out to the black box was indeed something he could not detect.
"So, what else is constantly affecting yourself?"
He stepped back subconsciously again, letting himself away from the weird and very black box again, and frowning thoughtfully. Even in order to prevent himself from trying to touch the black box unconsciously, he has not cast a spell on his hands, and directly made them stick to each other.
Unfortunately, as if the whole world was telling him quite plainly, all these measures he had done were futile-just as he was thinking about countermeasures, the familiar scene was repeated again.
This time, even Maca himself did not notice, he inexplicably unlocked the strong sticking spell he had just applied, and then went to the black box again and stretched out his hand.
If you observe by yourself, you can see that his hand is finally closer to the black box one time than the other, and this time it is almost necessary to touch the surface of the cover of the black box.
However, just as he was about to touch the lid of the box, he saw that there was a hazy ripple in the mirror of devouring in front of him. At the same time, a hand protruded out of the chaotic mirror, clasping Maca's wrist accurately.
"McLean, wake up."
A voice came quietly from the other side of the mirror, awakening the maca still immersed in thought. Maca looked down at her right hand, which was being firmly grasped, and then she followed the other's arm with a stunned expression and looked into the mirror of devouring.
The world in the mirror is still chaotic and difficult to understand. Maca can only see it faintly. There is a figure wearing a black felt coat with white short hair and is standing inside. The whole person is chaos chaos in the mirror. The mist is slightly distorted.
Only one arm was sticking out of the mirror, clasping his right wrist.
But ... Yes, Maca knew the other.
"Mr. Greenward, I haven't seen you for a long time," Maca said, letting the other person hold her wrist, "I thought you might have found Professor Dumbledore ... haven't you?"
As soon as the voice fell, he could hear that voice again from the mirror:
"It was Albus who asked me to come."
"Oh, should I congratulate you first?" Maca nodded, "So, professor? I thought it was him who came to see me, but I didn't expect to ... put this mirror in The decision here is right, but it was you who came to help me. "
"Because Albus has something else to do ... you put this thing in front of the Mirror of Consumption, which just pointed us a new way, and he is going to see it now."
In the mirror, Greenward said, and glanced down at his feet.
It was only then that Maca realized that the black box was now reflected in the mirror world with the mirror. It's just that because the world in the mirror is too fuzzy for Maca, Maca would not even be able to detect it if Greenward didn't look at it.
After waiting for the other person to look down, Maca heard him continue:
"McLean, Albus wants me to tell you-if it doesn't work, you can come to us and travel with us. Because death is not terrible."
"Does the professor say that?"
Maca was about to scratch her head with her left hand, but found that she almost reached out to touch the black box again, and quickly threw her arm and put it in her pocket, and then said:
"It's really persuasive to say this from your mouth ... But yes! Let me think about it ..."
To go to them, in fact, is to ask Maca to give up her life as well—with Dumbledore and Greenward, maybe Maca can really go to the one that Dumbledore once took him to see local.
And more importantly, when he went there, he no longer had to worry about accidentally opening the broken box at his feet.
however……
"By the way, have you seen Haierbo's remnant there?" Maca suddenly turned the subject, "I think you should know what you said-that guy made this mirror into him Horcrux. "
"Yes," Greenwood said, and even answered, "It's a piece of paper with faded ancient Greek writing on it."
"Slip?" Maca froze, but quickly shook her head again. "Everything is fine ... Anyway, can you help me destroy it? If Haier Bo is still alive, I would be willing to die Do n’t dare to die?

Unfortunately, Greenward immediately said:
"It can't be done-Albus and I are just bystanders. Here, the rules can hardly affect us, and it is difficult for us to interfere with the rules ... only as a spectator. Reach out for you like this, It's already the limit-maybe Albus can do more, but even he can't break the rules. "
"Listening to you ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I find that I don't want to go to your side any more." Marka said, and she could not help but chuckle.
"But here, the truth can be pursued without limit."
Greenward said, but Maca found that his grasping of his hands had begun to fade, and the strength of his wrists was obviously weakening rapidly.
"Time is up," Greenward quietly released Maca's arm, and retracted his hand to the world in the mirror. "I should go ... McLean, think about it! You are a real wizard-- —At least I and Albus felt that we didn't look away. "
"Ah, wait! You haven't told me the black box yet--"
Maca originally wanted to say something, after all, it was rare to wait for an object to discuss. But just then, he suddenly felt that a familiar wave of magic suddenly appeared outside the cave, and began to approach it gradually.
"Huh? Here comes Haierbo ... Anyway, you wait! Mr. Greenward, at least you have to do me a favor!"