Chapter 44

When Hermione faced ferocious Voldemort, Marca's face was showing an excited smile.

"Ha! Finally - finally done!"

He sat in the room where he asked. On the table in front of him was a piece of parchment, on which a character was flashing a wonderful ice blue light. What's more surprising is that the whole parchment emits a faint cold, and even ice debris spreads and condenses on the surface.

"Sure enough," Marca exclaimed. "It's amazing! This is the rule, it represents the cooling rule of matter! This is the connection between spirit and matter!"

He carefully took out the scroll of truth from his arms - it was packed in a cylinder by Maka. As he slowly unfolded, symbols were transmitting all kinds of information to him.

"Do these -- each represent a rule?" Maka slowly moved her eyes, looked at the magical symbols, and couldn't stop admiring them. "It's unimaginable who found them one by one and recorded them on this paper roll... This is indeed the 'roll of truth', which records the eternal truth!"

Although he is still unable to parse the above rule runes, as long as he has a good beginning, I believe the next difficulty will be much lower.

"Well, it's late today. Go to bed first!" he said casually, reloading the scroll of truth and carefully putting it back in his arms.

Maka scratched a stroke on the rune representing cooling. The rune immediately lost its effect, and the ice crystals no longer increased. But in this moment, less than half of the whole table was eroded by the cold, and the edge was covered with ice edges.

It can be seen that the action speed of rune is general, but as long as it is not destroyed, it will continue, and its power can be seen.

He packed up everything. Then he took out Xianyin medicine, took a sip, and left the house on request.

Late at night, Hogwarts is as dark as ever, but Maka has long been used to it. He went downstairs with ease. He was familiar with the road, but he didn't make a sound.

Suddenly, he suddenly stopped his steps and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

"Chilo!" Maka stared at the figure who ran out of the corridor on the fourth floor and quickly went downstairs, looking unbelievable, "what's that in his hand? Magic stone? Can you say -"

Maka knew what she had missed. The magic stone was exposed when Chilo's sleeve floated, with a faint golden light, especially in the dark.

"How could it be!" Maka quickly followed up. He was invisible at the moment and was not afraid to be found by Chilo.

Chilo, Maka, faster. The dark time in toboint was not in vain. His speed was very fast and steadily followed Chilo, but the other party didn't find him at all.

When they turned a corner, Maka was surprised again.

"Hermione?"

Maybe he was too concerned about the golden mans of the Sorcerer's stone just now, or because the angle was wrong. Until now, he found Hermione in chilotti's hand.

She seemed to be enchanted, motionless and dragged by Chilo, but as light as air.

"What to do?" Marca hesitated. He couldn't do it easily. The other party had hostages in his hands.

This happens again, although Maka has prepared the means to deal with it because of Luna's lesson last time. But at this critical moment, he hesitated again.

No matter how effective the means are, he always decides to wait in case of an accident.

Although I don't know why Dumbledore hasn't appeared yet, Marca believes that the unfathomable great white wizard must still be in control of all this.

Following all the way, both sides were quite fast, and soon came to the gate of Hogwarts.

Chilo's purpose is to leave Hogwarts, but he can't move the phantom within the castle. Then he must escape from this range and have a chance!

But when I passed Hagrid's cabin, I still didn't see Dumbledore - he couldn't wait.

Maka reached for the inside of her robe, then threw it violently and threw a pink bottle straight at Chilo. With a finger of his wand, the bottle suddenly broke, and a pink mist shrouded Chilo.

"The flame is blazing!" with a wave of Maka's wand, Maka accurately controlled the flame, formed a flame circle on the ground, and surrounded Chilo and the pink fog in the center.

"Hold your breath!" a low voice sounded, but then said, "fool! I have to spend extra effort to do it myself."

That's Voldemort!

As he spoke, he controlled Chilo to step over the fire circle, and even a corner of his clothes was not burned. That should be the function of the freezing spell.

Chilo, who came out of the fire, looked a little scary with his eyes flashing red.

"The atomization effect of sleeping agent is still too low," Marca stared at him calmly, but kept on in her hand.

"Armor." "broken to pieces!"

The two spells were almost completed at the same time, but Maka seemed a little earlier, and Voldemort's spell was blocked. Not only that, Voldemort's spell was even bounced back by the magic shield that appeared in front of Maka. Voldemort quickly dodged and the light of the smashing spell rubbed around him, and the cuffs became dilapidated for a moment.

"It looks really weak," Marca said as she carefully judged Voldemort's state and waved her wand again - he wanted to suppress Voldemort and keep him from threatening him with Hermione.

"Except for your weapons!" "armor!"

It was another mantra that shouted almost at the same time. On the surface, it seems that there is little difference between the two in the application of actual combat, but Maka knows that Voldemort's physical strength is a big problem. He is stooping at the moment, which obviously makes people feel that he has more heart than strength.

"Except your weapon" is only a spell with low difficulty, but the power of the spell changes with the strength of the user. A thin red magic light from the tip of Maka's wand directly broke Voldemort's magic shield. Chilo's wand was spinning in the air and had left each other's palm.

"Faint!"

While another spell was released, Maka walked fast and broke out her fastest speed. He wants to get Hermione back as soon as possible, so that he can better hold the hard won advantage.

"Three steps... Two steps... It's almost... That's enough!" Marca secretly counted the distance and threw back with all her strength after catching Hermione.

Just as makaan was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Hermione's frightened eyes.

The next moment, a big hand stretched out from Maka's back and grabbed his neck. The force was so strong that even his nails were embedded in his skin.

The other hand grabbed Maka's wand and grabbed it.

"Good, good! That's very good!" Voldemort's voice came from behind Maka, full of anger. "I haven't seen such a talented little wizard for a long time."

"You should be Marca McLean? Chilo and I mentioned you..." he said darkly. "It's unbelievable that you can do so in grade one."

"Ha ha." Maka smiled dryly, "where can I compare with you! I think your power is the supreme, the Great Dark Lord!"

"Well," said Voldemort with a sneer, "I seldom hear such hypocritical words."

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Marca's neck was pinched, which made him a little breathless. He struggled to squeeze out the next sentence. "I just want to save my friend, but I'm not hostile to you. It's true! I swear to Merlin!"

"Well, if you are my hostage and obedient, then --" Voldemort found something before he finished his contemptuous words, which made him stop what he wanted to say.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort frowned and stared at a position not far away, where a figure was emerging.

"It seems that I arrived a little late." Dumbledore also stared at him, his eyes flashing with regret or guilt.

Marca looked at Dumbledore's figure and knew that he wanted to be surprised, so she put a phantom spell on herself. Unexpectedly, he was a little late and was controlled by Voldemort first.

What bad luck!

Marca thought to herself, but said again: "Dumbledore, I have taken refuge in the Dark Lord! You know what? I don't need your help. The Great Dark Lord is right! Dark magic is the ultimate magic that every wizard should pursue. You stubborn old man with a lot of beard won't understand!"

While holding Voldemort, Marca secretly winked at Dumbledore and motioned him to take Hermione away as soon as possible.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Marca without saying a word, as if he was really stimulated by Marca's words.

"Hum," Voldemort sneered, "it seems that you really think so - I can understand that I have experienced it at your age. Especially you are equally smart and have a deep desire for powerful magic..."

"In your spell, I can feel the destructive power of yearning for the extreme. Well, if you can help me leave, I will give you a seat as a Death Eater."

As a child, there are always all kinds of disadvantages and advantages. How to flexibly apply them and turn disadvantages into benefits depends on one's ability, such as contempt. Voldemort is still as arrogant as ever, which makes him unable to see the truth as Dumbledore did.

Marca just sent a slander against Dumbledore, which made Voldemort feel good about him. Although it is unknown whether this favor is true or false, it has been temporarily safe at least.

He cooperated with Voldemort to leave far away. Dumbledore moved his feet, but he stayed where he was. Behind Dumbledore, Hermione, lying on the ground, stared at Marca gradually disappearing. Her eyes did not blink, and her eyes blurred with tears.