Chapter 239: "The Last Supper"

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The obscure and moist breath pervades this double room. Even if you breathe in it, you will feel a heavy stagnation.
The decaying black wood leaned loosely against the corner of the wall, barely supporting the bookcase to maintain its posture thousands of years ago.
One corner of the desk had collapsed, exposing the slightly greenish ancient stone wall behind.
Although here are full of traces of corruption due to time, not only the passing of their sighs, but it will make people wonder why they have not been silently turned into a puddle of black soil between the millennia.
It's been long enough. If there is no magical protection, I'm afraid not to mention Maca. Even if it was in Dumbledore's time, it would not have seen such a scene.
"Perhaps it was magically protected here, but because Sarachas Leitlin did not intend to keep it for future generations, the magical time left was not so long ..."
Marka thought for a moment, and reached out and pulled the door of the bookcase, but unexpectedly the whole bookcase crashed.
When he pulled a book out of the collapsed damp wooden board, he found that their condition was even worse.
All book pages are stuck together by some greasy material. Even if I barely tear a page out to look at it, I can't distinguish the handwriting on it.
As for the desk next to it, it is even more empty. There are only two meaningless scratches on the table, as if telling a story that no one knows.
There seems to be nothing valuable left in the back room in this back room.
But even so, Maca was still carefully looking at everything here. Now that there is still a ghost image left by Sarachach, there must be any clues here, but he has not found it yet.
When he was searching for something in the corner of this closet, it was as if he felt something. He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the wall behind him.
There was nothing on that stone wall, no carvings, no decoration, only moist brown moss breeding between the brick seams, and it looked a little greasy and greasy.
No, he did feel it just now, there was a very slight magic wave flashing there.
After thinking about it, Maca stretched out her wand and pointed at that position, and a little magic spread from the tip of the wand. The next second, he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded thoughtfully.
If he hadn't guessed wrong, a magic had solidified there, but the magic to maintain it had already been exhausted.
The magic that he sent just now was devoured, which is the best proof.
After pondering for a moment, Maca pressed the wand against the stone wall, using the principle of the Flashback Charm to deliver a magic power, trying to urge it to work again.
With the infusion of magic, countless green light debris spewed out in the cracks of the stone bricks, converging around Maca and swirling around ...
Maca kept an eye on these particles, but found no signs of danger, just swirling around him, like a group of tiny fireflies, flowing silently.
He can feel that the solidified magic power is not high, and it is not a powerful thing.
When the magic of Maca was injected to a certain extent, the light particles suddenly flew apart, as if they were repairing this stone room, and they covered everything here with a phantom of real pale green. Shadow.
Looking at it, it looks very similar to the ghost of Saracha seen at the entrance.
Maca lowered her wand and turned around to take a look, and immediately noticed that a sometimes blurred and sometimes clear map appeared on the stone wall above the desk.
"A map of the world a thousand years ago?" Maca grinned. "This is a lot more detailed than that of Royna's chart ..."
Unfortunately, everything he sees now is just a phantom. When the magic is exhausted, he will return to his previous state.
After looking around, he noticed that there were no more suspicious things, and he turned his attention to the map.
This map contains a lot of information, but these are all kinds of places thousands of years ago, marked with ancient magic text one by one, Maca can be roughly understood.
But to this day, the ancient cities and settlements have long been ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of history. The locations on the map are completely meaningless, and even if he looks at it, it is difficult to find anything worthy of note.
There was a red circle that made him look a few more times.
As recorded in the Book of Sin, this is where Albania is now the site of the now-confused monument.
Whether it was Sarah Slytherin or not, at least for now it is certain that he has definitely been there. It was just the comment next to the red circle that made Maca stagger.
"Despicable ... Helbo ... grave?"
The three vocabulary words composed of ancient magic texts, without any deep meaning, were plain and straightforward, but made Maka take a breath.
"Dirty Haierbo" is the oldest and also the most powerful black wizard known in the literature. Almost all wizards learned about him through childhood fairy tale books.
But even if this black wizard is a household name, the people who really know him are not enough.
If not checked, most people would think that he lived in the same period as the Big Four of Hogwarts.
However, in order to understand the information about the Horcrux invented by this old guy, Maca has consulted quite a lot of information.
According to sporadic records, the despicable Heilbo was a black wizard active in ancient Greece, at least a thousand years earlier than the life of the Big Four of Hogwarts!
This is a veritable ancient monster!
"... um ... when did the heyday of magic develop?" When such an old monster's name suddenly popped up, Maca began to feel a little guilty.
The loss of magic is so horrible that it loses its benchmark for judgment. When future generations try to explore the traces left by their ancestors, they will inevitably shrink back and forth so that they cannot enter.
Even Maca, who has been exposed to the power of the rules, feels weak at this moment.
"Slytherin dared to go, and I didn't dare to go without reason ..."
After looking in this secret room, Maca, who had no other gains, glanced at the increasingly illusive map, took a deep breath, and stepped out of this phantom stone room again.
...
This time is not rich. After Maca cleaned up a little, she avoided the sight of others and kept on going to Albania.
In the UK, only Gatwick Airport has direct flights to Albania. For efficiency, Maca had to ride a flying broom at full speed for more than 30 kilometers, and the whole face was numb by the wind. .
But what can I do? He doesn't need phantom shift, and he is desperate!
It was only in the afternoon that he was able to board the plane to Tirana, the capital of Albania, and this time the journey really started.
"... No, this one should be here."
On the plane, Muggles are doing boring things to pass the time, such as reading, and also ... playing puzzles.
There are a pair of father and daughter sitting next to Maca. The father is about 40 years old. The girl is about the same age as Maca.
Maca was sitting by the porthole, and the girl was sitting ... well, sitting by the aisle, and her father was mercilessly occupied in the middle.
At this moment, the uncle who looks quite gentleman-like is jigsaw a landscape painting. Her daughter occasionally directs it, but the two have been together for more than an hour, but the whole picture is only spelled out A corner.
Maca reclined by the porthole, her hands folded over her chest, and she was lazily watching them wandering, but she was thinking about other things.
The flight duration of this flight is expected to be about 4 hours. When arriving in Tirana, it is estimated that it was just at night.
Another hour passed ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The father and daughter worked together to make trouble with each other, and finally completed the four corners and four sides. It can be seen that this gives them a lot of confidence.
However, just then, the plane suddenly trembled!
Flying up the air always makes people feel a little scared, but Maca's side "snap" and laughed indifferently.
Can anyone think of it?
It took more than two hours for the father and daughter to spell out a little over half, but the plane shuddered, and the pieces on the jigsaw puzzle flew up.
In the horrified sight of the two, their previous efforts at this moment were brought to naught.
The girl stomped angrily, and when she heard Maca's laughter, she couldn't care less about the shyness, and stared at him fiercely.
"Sorry ..." Makar said cheerfully, "I like puzzles too, I'll help you!"
He helped pick up the jigsaw pieces scattered on the ground, and then took over the jigsaw puzzle in the hands of the gentleman and uncle, with the dubious eyes of the father and daughter.
No matter how complicated the puzzle is, it is far less difficult than constructing a rune map. This boring work of finding regular patterns has long been taken for granted.
Corners and corners are indeed the easiest to puzzle, and can also be used as a benchmark for subsequent puzzles. After he has completed all the laps, those near the edges can also judge the approximate area according to the color blocks.
I saw him scrabbling together for a while, and he was stunned by the father and daughter next to him.
More than ten minutes later, a world-class masterpiece "The Last Supper" was displayed in front of the three.
"This is really ... so cool!" The girl blinked her eyes suddenly, incredibly authentic.
But Maca, holding a jigsaw puzzle, stared at the above picture of the famous Italian artist Leonardo Da Vinci, who was stunned.