Chapter 147

Because of the sudden appearance of Maka, the Death Eaters hiding here saw the opportunity. When the black devil mark appeared and the flames ignited everywhere appeared one after another, the fear in the hearts of the audience was completely stirred up.

No matter which country's wizard world, it has been stable and calm in recent years. Everyone should go to school and work. There are no other ups and downs in daily life except that some small crimes can enrich everyone's talk after dinner.

No one wants to get involved in events related to black wizards.

But the appearance of the black mark today seems to be announcing that the greatest White wizard since modern times is not the greatest wizard.

"I heard what you said just now," Dumbledore smiled. His expression was still kind, but his tone was a little disappointed. "I thought you wouldn't go down this road like Tom, but obviously... I've never been right."

"Yes... Yes, chief Wizard of wesengamo... I still remember your indifferent eyes when you were in the seventh courtroom..." Maka said calmly, "maybe you were disappointed with me, but I didn't?"

"Boy, don't be stubborn about the power. That's not the path pursued by wizards..." Dumbledore shook his head and kindly admonished, "believe me, you've slowly come to a road of no return, but it's still time to turn back..."

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a question," interrupted Marca suddenly.

"What?" Dumbledore looked at him and blinked his pale blue eyes.

"Your preferences are really elusive," Marca said. "Did you buy this flying carpet at today's market?"

Dumbledore frowned and his eyes became cold.

"Now that you've given up the right path -"

Before he had finished, a dark figure suddenly jumped up quickly from the crowd below and went straight to Dumbledore. Dumbledore reacted quickly. He took out his wand and waved it. The forward rush of the shadow was immediately blocked, but it was only a meal, and then rushed again.

Dumbledore whispered and waved his wand again. The power of this time was no longer like that just now. I saw that the dark shadow was like being hit hard. It was bounced back to the ground and smashed into an empty space.

Dumbledore and Marca have seen clearly. The shadow is another guy with black gas all over!

Although Voldemort certainly didn't come this time, it was a great harvest to wait for such a person.

Marca raised her head and looked at Dumbledore, but saw that the other party was also looking at him. The two people exchanged a deep look at each other, and Maka immediately raised her wand.

This is, the figure on the ground suddenly rushed out among the dust, as if he was not hurt. He didn't slow down, turned into a mass of black gas again, and rushed again with his long tail.

And Marca also waved the wand, the ice blue light appeared at the tip of the wand, and attacked Dumbledore with the mysterious attacker.

Dumbledore naturally did not give in. His wrist shook slightly, and two red beams of light shot at Marca and the attacker respectively.

Maka dodged sideways and narrowly avoided; But the attacker seemed to be a little brainless. He rushed hard, but was forced into mid air by the beam of light.

"Worthy of Professor Dumbledore... Goodbye."

A sudden voice sounded in the fierce battle. Dumbledore and the attacker looked sideways, but they saw that Marca had disappeared into the battlefield.

"Hum." Dumbledore snorted coldly, and with a force in his hand, the attacker was forcibly rejected back to the ground by the red light column from his wand.

With a loud noise, Dumbledore waved away the excited dust, but found that the attacker had disappeared.

Bellatrix and others were not afraid of death, but they were not fools. They had already dodged when Marca and Dumbledore fought.

The Death Eaters left, and the panic crowd fled far away. The original lively scene is now empty, leaving only damaged and burned temporary buildings and tents, as well as scattered celebration props.

At the edge of chaos, Luna bent down, picked up a small flag of the Bulgarian team and shook it. The dark footprints printed on it seemed to satirize the previous World Cup.

"He seems... Very tired..." Luna looked at the Quidditch World Cup in the distance, trance, "his heart is very tired."

In the high altitude in the southeast, a flying carriage pulled by a magic talisman horse is driving invisibly and leaving quickly in the distance.

Just beside the window of the carriage, Willie leaned out of the window, and her long white hair fluttered disorderly in the wind, reflecting an intoxicating brilliance in the moonlight.

The flat lawn of the world cup has become a little pitted. Dumbledore stood in the center of the field and flashed a touch of vicissitudes on his face.

"... Lina is right. I'm not a good teacher after all."

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"Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can't go to him! He'll take you -" Ron shouted.

"Shut up! He can't! Marca won't do that..." Hermione grabbed her skirt with tears in her eyes. "Yes, it must be some black magic - Marca must not have volunteered!"

"Hermione!" said Ron anxiously. "Yes, you may be right, but not now! Look, look around!"

Hermione looked up and looked around blankly, but what she saw was the burning flame and the fleeing crowd.

Gradually, as if a deaf man had just regained his hearing, she felt a lot of noise coming back to her ears from far to near - crying, screams and the crackling of fire burning wood.

Everything around seemed to tell Hermione that this was no longer the scene of the Quidditch World Cup. But a hell, a hell caused by... By Maka!

"No -" Hermione covered her face with her hands, shrugged helplessly and sobbed faintly.

"Harry, come and give me a hand. We have to get out of here as soon as possible -" Ron shouted hurriedly. He looked back and found that Harry was covering his forehead and hair.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron reached out and patted him. He woke up immediately.

"I just --" Harry thought and shook his head again. "No, I'll talk about it later... Hermione, you stand up first, we have to go!"

He and Ron left and right, holding Hermione fast forward.

Just now, they were dispersed by the crowd. Now it's not so easy to meet Mr. Weasley and others again.

When they left this chaotic corner far away, a figure quietly appeared beside the ruins of a collapsed high tent. He hid himself in a shadow and looked calm at the distant Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Ron has finally made some progress, and Harry has also made some gains..." at this point, the voice paused, and then said, "unexpectedly, Hermione has the greatest impact."

This person is Maka. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his plan, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may make him modify the next plan to varying degrees.

Thinking about it, Maka suddenly noticed. He suddenly looked back, but saw a touch of familiar pale gold.

"Luna."

She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Maka, but the focus of her pupils didn't know where to look.

"Won't you leave? It may be dangerous here!" asked Marca involuntarily.

But Luna ignored his words, but said without reason: "your heart... Very tired."

Maka was stunned and shook her head.

"Yes, it's not easy," he said calmly, "but it's all caused by me. I have to solve it."

Luna turned leisurely and looked up at the moon in the sky. The soft voice made Maka feel a trace of warmth.

"Wisdom is wealth, but it will also be a burden."

"It is because of wealth that there is a burden." Maka nodded and answered softly.

Luna glanced back at Maka, as if agreeing, and blinked her silver gray eyes. She no longer said anything, but quietly turned and left.

Maka looked at Luna, who was drifting away, as if with emotion, and lit up the silver white dense light fog again. The light and fog are like essence, moving with the wind, drifting farther and farther under the deep night sky