Chapter 479: Weird greenward

The magic salvo of the elves is spectacular.
At the same time as Maca shouted, hundreds of thousands of red streamers were thrown from the tops of the towers of Hogwarts Castle, and it was like a fire and rain in the air.
But this first attack not only smashed most of the Black Deaths back to the ground, but even Voldemort, who turned into Black Flame, was forced to slow down the momentum of ascension.
The elf race has been called the "domestic elf" since the beginning, and it has become a group of creatures in the magic world. They were humble, timid, and regarded slavery for generations as their pride, and a backbone never stood upright.
Because of this, even modern wizards have long forgotten what was right and wrong in the past, and have never looked down on them. Voldemort, the contemporary Dark Lord, is the most typical example.
But even though it is often overlooked, the magical talents of the elves are good, but they are objective after all.
At the moment when Voldemort and a large number of black dead were suddenly suppressed, the snow beneath Maca's feet was already shrouded in faint blue light. The meandering lines and strange symbols appeared one after another, reflecting a large area like a blue ocean.
Obviously, he covered the rune map directly on the ground by covering up with snow.
Not long after, as the light burst into full force, a layer of crystal clear barrier covered the vestibule with a half of the castle, which seemed to be a reduced version of the protective barrier supported by the previous professors. .
It's just that this hemispherical barrier is a "prisoner cage" pulled up by the rune array. It protects against enemies from the outside, but is designed to trap people inside.
After opening the barrier, Maca didn't go after the blasted Voldemort, but turned to look over the lake.
Dumbledore's ice coffin was also shrouded in the scope of this huge cage, but just now, a man was standing in front of the ice coffin.
It was a skinny, old wizard, with white hair and vicissitudes, and a black coat on him looked empty and extremely wide.
On Maca's side, he can only see his side from a distance, but Maca can understand at a glance, that is the famous black wizard Geller, who had been in trouble for decades and stirred the whole European magic world. T. Greenward.
Several indirect contacts with this last Dark Lord have left a deep impression in Maca's heart, but he just failed to meet each other for a while.
Today, the Newmongarde fugitive finally appeared in person.
"Mr. Greenward?"
Maca flew up on her magic book, skimming the snow between the two, and floated leisurely not far behind Greenward. Probably it was him who dared to approach this "legendary" first-generation Dark Lord so boldly?
"McLean," Greenward said without looking back. "Did you know? Albus he admires you, and he thinks you are a real wizard."
The old man's unexplained words made Maca inexplicable.
Gellert Greenward and Albus Dumbledore, two equally talented wizards, had a complicated past. Regarding the friendship between the two of them, Maca knew so much, but in fact it was not so detailed.
However, it now appears that Dumbledore did occasionally talk to him during his years in Newmongard.
"Really?" Maca seemed perfunctory with Greenward's words. "Wizards are just a way to kill life. How do you want to live, not by your choice?"
But Greenward ignored him, and instead thought to himself: "... I didn't believe it, especially when I first saw you. I still think you are the same as Del, there is just a good luck. Children only. There is a power to approach the 'real', but only know how to use it as a toy. "
The first time in Greenward's mouth was not the one in Maca's memory, but the one he saw from a distance when Maca destroyed Newmongard Tower.
"... But," he paused slightly, then shook his head slightly. "I saw you the second time I saw you, and you were different from that Tom Riddle-you are not He's a semi-slinger, but a real gifted wizard. "
"I never thought that someone standing alone could follow my practice with the Mark of the Dead, and in turn track my specific location."
As soon as Maca heard it, her heart beat.
He was still acting at that moment. Who knew that Greenward would have noticed the traces of his tracking? No wonder he would leave Joshua's body at a critical moment.
It seems that the acting was performed in vain, and a lot of energy was wasted.
To be honest, Maca didn't take much advantage in Greenward's several aerial confrontations. More importantly, he hasn't even figured out the other party's ultimate purpose. This time Greenward came so calmly, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with.
"So what?" Marka looked at his back, expressing expressionlessly, "what the do you want to say?"
"Huh, I know, you're curious about my actions." Greenward smiled softly in his old voice. "Don't worry, I can tell you plainly-I just want to see goodbye Albus Only once. "
Every word he said seemed to be in a mist, making people unpredictable. But look at him now, no matter what he is talking about, he hasn't looked away from the ice coffin in front.
In other words, did not leave the figure in the ice coffin.
This seemed to prove what he said. He said that if he wanted to see Dumbledore, he would only come to see Dumbledore. He had no other ideas.
However, this is also how Maca can believe?
See you soon! There was nothing wrong with escape from prison, but when leaving Newmongard, he did not forget to provoke Maca. After that, he was all over Europe, messing up the entire American magic world with his past cronies and causing Maca to follow his footsteps.
But now, it was only after Voldemort that the first person came to Hogwarts, not even one of his men.
All in all, Maca was quite puzzled from beginning to end.
It's just that Macca is not alone. Voldemort, who flew into the air, found that he could not break the barrier, and fell back to the ground again.
While Maca ignored him, he went around the castle alone. Although the magical barrier raised by Maca also covered a small half of the castle, he found that there was no one in the castle.
Apparently, Professor McGonagall has taken everyone to other areas.
Voldemort, who had not been harvested, stood on the other side of the ice coffin at this moment. He was swaying black flames all over him, but inside he was more confused than Maca's coming-what the was Greenward doing?
"Gellert Greenward! Didn't you say you wanted to help me? Why didn't you?" Voldemort had no patience to listen to their boring conversation, and suddenly asked coldly.
Under his words, Greenward finally moved. He just lifted his head, glanced at Voldemort through the transparent ice coffin, and an inexplicable smile flashed on his thin and dusky face.
The smile was like mockery, but with a touch of pity-yes, pity! That's not the emotion that should appear on the face of a terrible black wizard!
"Tom Riddle," Greenward looked at him. "You don't understand-it's not your fault to be afraid of death. You are at fault, not smart enough. As a wizard, you are a loser. ... as I did then. "
"What are you talking about!" Voldemort said angrily. "I fear death? No! I have overcome death! No one can really kill me, understand!"
As he said this, the whole black flame swelled again. If you just look at it with your naked eyes, you can only see a huge black flame burning in the flames, and you can't even distinguish the human form.
"Mr. Greenward, why do you continue to stimulate him?" Maca didn't even look at the black flame ~ EbookFREE.me ~ just stared at Greenward's back, You just said, today I just came to see Professor Dumbledore ... Then have you seen enough? "
Grinwald heard that, and no longer ignored Voldemort under the fury, he turned around directly.
"McLean, I ask you-do you want to see your teacher again?" This time, he directly ignored Maca's question, and his words became more and more inexplicable.
But such a strange word changed both Maca and Voldemort's faces.
Dumbledore's body was now sealed in the ice coffin, which was visible to anyone. It's not hard to hear what Greenward meant, he didn't seem to come to see the body, but to see Dumbledore himself!
At this moment, Voldemort was nervous. One of the purposes of this public funeral was to continue to disrupt Voldemort's sight, making him even more afraid that Dumbledore was pretending to be dead. Now, as Greenward said, the flames of his body jumped suddenly, and his heart became more and more suspicious.
As for Maca, Voldemort had no doubts. He was frightened because a question that could not be ignored was raised in his heart.
"Do you know where Professor Dumbledore is?" Maca asked the question straight away without worrying about Voldemort present.
Greenward heard him ask that, and the wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed.
His expression was weird, like comforting and admiring. Although his appearance was very different from Dumbledore's, he could bring Maca, but it seemed as if he had seen another Dumbledore. .
"Do you want to see Albus again?" Greenward repeated the question.