Chapter 408: Talk to the Dark Lord 1

() "... You want to ... take them away?"
When Joshua saw Marka walking out of the dungeon with a group of ragged children, his face was clearly out of place.
Maca just glanced at him before continuing on. Behind him, the wounded children supported each other and silently followed his pace.
Unlike Joshua, who has long been tortured and distorted, these children are still too young to accept poison, and somewhere in their hearts has not been occupied by obedience.
Even if they still dare not speak, they are surprisingly consistent in their actions.
"No, you can't ... you can't take them away ... the master will ..."
"Do you want to go together?"
Maca stood still and interrupted him.
"... I? No, no ... I ..."
"Your master has abandoned you, hasn't he?" Maca still stood there, without looking back at all.
"... I ... but ... mark ..."
Hearing the word "mark", Marka couldn't help moving. He suddenly turned around and looked at Joshua calmly, but his eyes were unusually sharp.
"So ..." Marka looked at him. "If I help you remove the Death Mark, would you want to leave with me?"
"Go, get rid of it? Impossible ... I ..." Joshua said incoherently, with his hands slumped on his chest, where the mark was.
"Would you like to leave with me?"
No matter how shaken his heart was, Maca's voice remained flat.
Perhaps only to a certain extent, the "master" will mark these children. According to Maca's previous observations, the imprinted mark should be completed by some dark magic.
"I ... left?" Joshua stared at Maca dully, and after a while he said, "Where can I go ..."
"I think."
Maca dropped the sentence, then turned again and walked in the direction she was going.
Joshua was standing by the entrance to the dungeon, watching Maca's back getting farther and farther away from him, watching the children had no interest in even seeing himself, and his hands gradually tightened.
Having lived here for so many years, he has never considered what it would be like if he were free, but now, this reality is clearly in front of his eyes.
That wizard who is younger than himself ... can you remove the mark that your master has given you? The brand that tortured itself day after day, year after year ... can it really be removed?
Maybe it can? That wizard is terrible ... maybe?
"... I'm going with you!" Joshua shouted suddenly, "I don't want to be beaten anymore! I want to ... live like my mother was still!"
The long-lost page of memory quietly opened in his mind, and the faded picture seemed to reappear in his eyes.
"... Really?" Maca finally turned around again and looked at him remotely. "It's a pity that I can't give you that kind of thing ... If you want, you have to work hard. I can It's just a chance for you. "
After all, Marka led the children in the direction of the restaurant, and Joshua, who was ravaging God, quickly chased after him.
...
"Take off your jacket and sit in your chair."
In the monastery's dining room, Maca lit the firewood in the fireplace, then urged Joshua.
Joshua had a complex emotion in his heart. He removed his clothes in silence, exposing his skinny, equally scarred upper body.
And on his chest, the sacred sign of the lingering black and purple breath was actually inconspicuous, because the strange veins spreading around that mark were much more visible than that.
After he sat down in the backrest chair, Maca came to him with his staff, and carefully examined the mystery.
"... There is no doubt that the imprint has a curse on it. But ..." Maca frowned slightly, feeling the magic wave in it. "Huh? What is this extra magic point?"
Unlike ordinary wizards, he can clearly sense the magic of close range, and it will be easier to analyze the spell. Soon he found something suspicious from the vague and complex magic wave.
He immediately took out a stack of manuscript paper and placed it on the dining table next to him, and sometimes touched the brand mark with his magic power, and sometimes wrote and painted with it, as if he was figuring something out.
However, when he observed the magic feedback again and leaned down again for deduction, he suddenly stopped holding the quill.
Although he is particularly good at analyzing spells, but it takes time, and it is far from being completed.
What caused him to stop the deduction was a wave of magic waves that was particularly noticeable!
Maca turned abruptly, the quill in his hand had been thrown aside, and his staff was again clenched. In his eyes, what he saw was the dark purple light from the holy mark of death on Joshua's chest.
Maca frowned, sensing the magical changes in it, and stepped back cautiously a little later, crossing her wand between Joshua and him.
Immediately after, Joshua stared at him suddenly, and the cowardice that should have been in those eyes had disappeared completely. What Maca could feel at the moment was a sense of indifference.
"... hello, boy."
Joshua spoke without warning, but his voice seemed to be vicissitudes.
"Do you still like the gift I gave you?"
Maca finally confirmed what he was deducing just now-it should be a curse that can connect remotely and forcibly control the soul of the spelled person.
"... what do you mean?" Maca said, looking directly into those eyes. "Is that parchment of Newmon Gadri?"
A profound smile appeared on the other's face.
"Don't be kidding!" Macarle whispered, "Your conspiracy won't succeed! I won't let you hurt any of my friends! With me, you can't step into Hogwarts even half a step!"
"Yes, I believe you have this strength," the other side nodded slightly, "but why don't you think about it, where are you now?"
As soon as this word came out, Maca's face suddenly changed. After a short shock, her face was full of strong anger. But before he said anything, the other side smiled slightly.
"Well, what a kind child ..."
"Joshua" turned his head, looked around, and nodded calmly.
"No wonder Albus will choose you. This should be his appetite, because 'love' is his truth!" He said, and sighed again, "Save a group of people trapped in the dungeon waiting to die. Not a child, even this child wants to save, you are a real Hedgehog. "
"But can you save everyone in this world?" He asked, looking at Maca.
"You don't need to worry about it!" Marka glared at him, and said fiercely, "Professor Dumbledore has kept you there for so many years, haven't you reflected in the slightest amount? I warn you! Gwoz, if I go through every inch of land in the world, I will find you! "
"Really?" The other side nodded earnestly. "I will wait for that day to come! In addition, as a good friend of your teacher, I want to send you a word-you might as well go back to Hogwarts and have a look ,how is it?"
"What's wrong with Hogwarts! You say it plainly—" Marka growled.
"Well ... you have an interesting wand!"
As soon as this sentence was finished, the dark purple light on Joshua's chest suddenly faded again, and the depth in his eyes gradually faded away, and he became confused.
When Maca stood in front of him, the anger on her face suddenly dissipated, and her usual calmness was restored.
"His—" Marka frowned, muttering softly, "It's just a few steps away, but it's a pity."
Although he was indeed a little angry, he was not so angry yet. In fact, from the moment he saw the parchment in Newmongaard Tower, he began to doubt the purpose of Greenwood.
The content on that parchment was simple, and Greenward told Maca that it was about to make a comeback and restart the subversive cause that was terminated by Dumbledore that year.
In it, he also specifically stated that Hogwarts would be completely destroyed without Dumbledore.
However, what's the point of leaving such an outright "criminal notice"? Is it to provoke those who go there?
That's right, it's provocation! Maca spotted the doubts on the spot.
There is no doubt that the guy who left this kind of text, if it is not a stupid person whose IQ can't reach the passing line, must be trying to divert other people's attention.
But what exactly did Gellert Greenward want? There is no answer to this question.
Based on the principle that "the enemy's flaw is his own weight," Maca smashed Newmongard on the spot, and smashed it cleanly and decisively, and let go of his anger.
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Just now, Greenward's inexplicable appearance made Maca doubtful again. Because the other party's appearance this time is too abrupt, there is no reason at all.
What "as a good friend of your teacher, I want to give you a word", will the first-generation Dark Lord who uses all means to achieve his purpose, say this?
Anyway, Maca said she didn't believe anything.
Of course, even so, he had to go back. Even if he knew the other side had a purpose, Hogwarts' safety was indeed a point he had to care about.
"But don't worry so much ..."
Maca picked up the quill from the ground, and checked whether the pen tip was broken. Then she dipped it in ink and continued to deduce it on the manuscript paper.
Just now, while pretending to express his anger, he sensed something else from the branding mark in the launch ...