Chapter 364: Dead Yin

() "... Severus, this is my last request for you ... give this to Tom, and then give this to Maca ... you know what to do ... they all have their own way to go The way ... "
In the basement of Hogwarts Castle, in the Professor's Office of the Potion Class, Snape sat behind his desk expressionlessly, a pair of cold black eyes staring at the table quietly.
In front of him was a small glass tube filled with floc.
Although it looks like it should be a materialized memory, if you put it in a meditation basin, you should be able to read its content. But the floc in the glass tube was not normal silvery white, but a rather pure bright silver.
There should have been a ripped magic wand on this table, which was what would eventually be delivered to Voldemort. Right now, the wand is still where it should be.
The remaining small glass tube was left to Maca.
At this moment, the entire Hogwarts was quiet. It was an inexplicable silence, as if there were some inexplicable ominousness covering the castle, which was a bit breathless.
Almost all the teachers and students gathered in the vestibule, which was a slightly yellow lawn.
It's been a bit cold recently, but too many people have gathered here. With a large number of people, it seems that even the air is affected by everyone's body temperature and becomes slightly warm.
But even so, everyone's heart is cold.
Over the past few days, there have been dark clouds. Although it always clears up during the day, this afternoon, it seems that I finally can't stand it ...
A tide is flowing in the soil where the grass is rooted, as if it is a sign of the coming rainy night.
At this time, probably Snape was not here, right?
At this moment of silence in Hogwarts, a sudden twist of space appeared on the side of the road outside the school gate, and a figure quietly appeared.
"... I always feel a strange sense of sight, what is the bloodline curse of the Blois family?"
Appearing there was Maca, who had just returned from the dark alley next to the Dark Pavilion. Immediately after Mr. Blois manifested with his followers, and took Willie back to Fort Blois, Marka immediately went to Hogwarts.
According to Mr. Blois, the title page of the ancient genealogy did not indicate whether a secondary seal could be made, but it should theoretically be possible.
So he decided to take his daughter home.
As for Maca, although he didn't have time to say anything more to Willie's father, he at least passed on the results of his research on bloodline reform to Mr. Blois.
Regardless of whether the other party believes it or not, under the premise that Voldemort has lost faith, his suggestion should be reconsidered by Mr. Blois.
In fact, if it were possible, Maca really wanted to follow Willie to Fort Blois.
"... Bloodline Curse ... Seal Magic ... Mysterious Crystal Flower ... Origin of Mela ... Desert Ancient Desert ... Great Disaster ..."
Maca, immersed in thought, had not yet noticed Hogwarts's anomaly. He just unlocked the defensive magic on the front door, then opened the tall fence door and walked in.
Even after stepping into the campus, he subconsciously backhanded a new defensive magic.
The staff of nearly equal height followed his footsteps and tapped all the way on the ground, inadvertently destroying the silence on campus.
"'Scourge' ...?"
A series of keywords mentioned in the story told by Willie flashed one by one in Maca's mind, and finally stopped on the word "disaster".
"what!"
After a few pictures suddenly appeared in Maca's head, he couldn't help whispering.
"No way, how does this 'curse' have anything to do with the monument to confusion?"
At that time in the stone room, the power of the enchanted stele in Voldemort's body apparently counterattacked. What caused this to happen was the power of Willy to break the seal.
Looking at the similarities between the two, they both cause huge
catastrophes
.
"Enchanted stele, cursed blood ... then counted in the despicable mural of Helber's grave, the Gryffindor sword and the round mirror ... could they be the same thing?"
In perplexity, Maca lowered her eyes slightly, constantly stimulating her sharp thoughts. But as he got closer and closer to Hogwarts Castle, he finally felt something was wrong.
He suddenly looked up, trying to find the source of that strange feeling. But he didn't have to look for it at all, and at a glance he saw the crowd of people standing silently in front of the castle.
"This ..." At the sight of the scene, Macartam even remembered what Voldemort had said, "Don't make a joke ... Is this ... impossible?"
In front of him, large blocks of little wizards gathered on the lawn, forming a pile, and bowed their heads silently. In the back of that crowd, there seemed to be some professors standing.
Maca quickly drew out a magic book, and flew forward, stepping on it, quickly across the road, across the lawn, over the little wizards' heads, and hurled into the circle like a gust of wind.
Many people noticed his arrival, and everyone's eyes followed his figure subconsciously, until he landed inward.
"Maca." "McLean."
Many people yelled at him habitually, but he didn't care, but stared blankly at the lawn surrounded by everyone.
There, an old wizard with white hair, was lying on the ground calmly.
A pair of half-moon-shaped glasses had been broken and hung crookedly on his left ear; there was also a broken wand and it fell to the grass not far away.
And the pale blue eyes of the old wizard's face had already lost his wisdom.
"……baffling."
Marka stared for a long time, but only extruded this sentence.
But his voice was not settled yet, he waved his staff suddenly, and a wave of magic spread to the old wizard immediately. But soon, Maca frowned again after receiving the feedback.
Obviously, there is no breath of life in that body. Not only that, but the magic in her body did not stop Maca's investigations on her own, but she continued to escape outside.
"Everyone step back, I need to do a deeper inspection."
In Machana's unquestionable discourse, both students and professors stepped back in complex colors. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at him with anxiety in the crowd.
Hermione, in particular, had bloodshot eyes and red eyes, and seemed to have shed a lot of tears.
On the other side, Luna just looked at Maca silently, not knowing what she was thinking.
After everyone had vacated a clearing, Maca slammed the staff in his hand. A black misty skull passed silently under the old wizard, then rose up very smoothly, and rushed towards the sky.
The magic, filled with the sense of black magic like this, made everyone feel uneasy. However, in the current situation, Mackana, as the caster, has no hesitation, but it makes people feel more secure.
"How is it?" Professor McGonagall, standing in front of the crowd, clenched his handkerchief and asked the trivial expectation.
Maca turned slowly, shaking her head darkly.
"There is no soul in the body anymore." He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, then he said gravely, "Dumbledore ... has gone ..."
Maca's words seemed to turn on a stuck switch. A series of commotion and crying sounded in the crowd. Fear and sadness were mixed, which suddenly exploded the extremely depressed atmosphere.
"... Albus."
Professor McGonagall wiped his eye socket with a handkerchief, his voice trembling constantly.
"Professor McGonagall," Marka walked up to her, patted her shoulder first, and then said earnestly, "It's not the time to cry, I believe Professor Dumbledore would not want to see this scene ... ... "
After all, he turned to look at the little wizards behind McGonagall, and looked around for a week.
"Classmates, be quiet, listen to me!"
His voice was clear and loud, and it spread to everyone's ears under the influence of magic.
"No matter what happens, Hogwarts is still here, we have nothing to fear! Although Dumbledore has gone, he must have gone to protect Hogwarts and protect us-"
"He was born in Hogwarts just like us. This is his home, my home, our common home!"
"He was fearless for Hogwarts, and of course we can be fearless. Whatever we are facing, we should be brave because-"
Speaking of this, Maca swung her staff firmly, and a dazzling blue and white beam of light burst out, breaking through the thick clouds overhead and straight into the sky.
In an instant, the beam of light dissipated silently, and a golden sun drew down through the hole between the clouds.
"Because we are Hogwarts!"
When everyone looked up at their necks and heads collectively ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Maca patted Professor McGonagall's arm again.
"I'll leave it to you, and get everyone back to the castle as soon as possible-and there is a need to arrange patrol vigilance in case of accidents in the school area."
At this point, Snape came out at the gate of Hogwarts Castle. He stood on the steps in front of the door and looked up at the sky like everyone else, with a look of longing and nostalgia in his eyes.
Perhaps most wizards have envisioned powerful magic, and some of them were talented and worked tirelessly. Obviously, Snape is one of them.
He has always been obsessed with the post of Professor of Defense of the Black Magic, and the reason is naturally obvious.
"Professor Snape?" Marka stepped under the steps and called out.
"Ok."
Snape glanced down at him, then turned around and walked inside.
"……follow me."