Chapter 153

"Let's unite -"

"Unite!"

"We are not pacifists -"

"Non pacifist!"

"Wave and shake the staff, and the tip of the staff points to the target -"

"Wave the staff, shake the staff and point to the target!"

"Good, one more time; attention, this time we should chant! Floating -"

"Float off!"

In the president's office of demstrom college, the current president kakarov is reviewing some documents.

Since Marca pointed out a "bright road" for him last time, he has become much more diligent than in the past. Many documents he didn't look at carefully before, but now he began to think seriously and write down the review text.

Although his mind is still crooked - he just uses his position to attract people, at least he has begun to pay attention to the responsibilities of "President of demstrom College".

However, the person who made him make this change seems a little out of business.

At this time, just outside the window behind kakarov, a huge rock moved from nowhere suddenly appeared there.

But kakarov, who was concentrating on reviewing the documents, was unaware of it.

"OK, pay attention to mutual cooperation and maintain balance, 3-2-1 -! Good, you can put it down!"

"Boom!"

A loud noise suddenly sounded out of the window. Kakarov was startled. The goose pen in his hand "hissed" and scratched an ink mark "through the back of the paper" on a document.

"Remember, this is the power of unity!" Marca clapped her hands and said loudly, "well, let's have a rest."

"Is this the kind of application you're talking about?" Krum asked eagerly as he stood watching after everyone began to rest in place.

"Yes, this is actually the same as the principle of flying with the floating spell. As long as everyone controls only a small part, they can largely avoid mutual magic entanglement and interference."

"Doesn't that mean --"

Maka waved her hand and said casually, "don't think about it. It's just a kind of training for everyone to increase self-confidence and learn team cooperation. In fact, it's very difficult to lift this boulder alone. It doesn't have much practical use."

After that, Maka clapped her hands again and made everyone line up again.

"The rest time is over! Next is the fast casting practice in duel! Let's recall what I explained before, and then try it one by one! The first row is ready -"

After a while, wave after wave of crooked red * * force light suddenly appeared behind kakarov, shooting away in a parabola towards the distance.

Kakarov looked at the principal's room illuminated by red light again and again, and threw the quill on the floor with anger.

Now he has only one wish in his heart, that is, to hope that Maka can finish his business as soon as possible, and then go as far as he can!

That night, Maka came to the great lake behind the school with a dead frog.

In the days since he came to demstrom, he often came out at night and sat here for a while. Today, it is still the case.

He first put the dead frog in his hand on a wet rock by the lake, and then took out a small tin box from his sleeve. He opened the lid of the box and put it next to the dead frog.

Suddenly, a dozen quick little guys quickly climbed out of the box, rushed up to the dead frog and ate it.

These are the egg sacs that aragok, the eight eyed giant spider, gave to Maka. Some time ago, they had hatched in Azkaban.

At present, these young spiders are still quite small, but they are obviously two or three times larger than when they first hatched. Look at this amazing growth rate. I'm afraid we'll have to rely on the shrinking spell to bring them to us soon.

Probably because they have been together since birth, they seem very close to Maka. When they ate the dead frog without residue, they climbed into Maka's hand together.

"Now the characteristics have not been revealed. When he grows up, it is time to test the results of practice..." he was talking to himself, but the next second he seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned his head and looked into the woods on the right.

"Come out!"

As she spoke, Maka put her hand next to the tin box, and the young spiders immediately climbed in by themselves.

"Hello, Mr. McLean."

As the voice sounded, a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak came out of the forest. It can be seen that there is some swirling black air in both the hood and the sleeves.

"It's you?" Marca immediately recalled the guy who attacked Dumbledore with him.

The other party did not pay attention to Maka, but continued in a stiff tone, "the master wants to see you. Please come with me."

"Master? The Dark Lord?" Marca said calmly. "As far as I know, I have some hatred with your master! Do you think I will go?"

"This is an order. If you don't come with me, I can only take you."

He said dryly, without any tact in his words, as if he were a robot.

"How are you going to take me?" Maka raised her eyebrows, shook her right hand, and the wand slipped into his hand accurately.

The man reacted very quickly. He suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot and immediately rushed straight to Maka at an unexpected speed.

But Maka's movement was also very fast. A burst of blue-green sparks flashed, slowing down at a speed that could be recognized by the naked eye... No, it was only the cloak that slowed down!

At that moment, a thick black air broke his cloak and went straight to Maka at an unabated speed.

With a loud noise, the rock under Maka's feet was smashed by the other party.

"Enhanced version of dwarf Peter?"

Maka controlled the gravel under her feet and hung steadily in mid air, as if thinking.

But the other party obviously wouldn't let him stop there and think blindly. After smashing the rock, he suddenly turned and flew directly towards Maka in the air with a long black tail.

Maka calmly controlled the gravel to move a few feet, accurately avoided the black air mass, and stared at it without blinking.

"What on earth is that black gas?" he kept thinking, but still got nothing.

When the other party didn't hit Maka several times, he seemed to change his strategy, fall back to the ground and change back to human shape. It seems that you can't fly in the air without the black air mass.

Looking at the man as like as two peas, Peter is almost the same as black dwarf. But obviously, this is more difficult than Peter, because he can think more or less, rather than relying on brute force.

The next moment, the other party raised his right hand, and the black gas wrapped around his arm seemed to be alive, scattered and turned into more small black air masses, shooting at Maka continuously.

Maka immediately fell vertically and led the black gas to the ground. But when those small black air masses fell on the rocks on the ground one by one, they all seemed to have no magical nature, only cracked holes with big fists on the rock surface.

This makes Maka unable to collect any useful information at all.

"Since this black gas can greatly support the flame of the fierce fire bottle, it is undoubtedly very magical; however, what it can do is only physical effects?"

Maka felt helpless about the nature and principle of this black gas.

Just as they were fighting fiercely, another voice suddenly came out in the forest.

"McLean, stop!"

When Maka heard the speech, she immediately withdrew for a long distance. Seeing that the other party also stopped, she turned back and looked into the woods.

"Professor Snape?"

The visitor shook his greasy hair. His waxy face was not very clear in the moonlight, but his empty and indifferent eyes made people remember deeply.

Snape looked back and forth at the two people in the temporary truce with a gloomy expression and said impatiently, "MacLean, the master wants to see you, so you just follow him honestly. Why fight with him?"

Maka curled her mouth and put away her wand.

"Well, I'm just a little bored and want to test this guy's strength - since Professor Snape is here, wouldn't it be better to come out earlier?"

Snape snorted coldly and walked quickly to Maka. Without saying a word, he took his phantom and disappeared in place.

……

In Riddle's house, it was still quite shabby.

It's full of cobwebs, spotted mans and everything else in the old house, which makes it look very bad.

But in the study of Riddle House, it was a new look.

It was cleaned up, and even expanded the space with traceless stretching mantra and put all kinds of gorgeous furniture. Near the door, many Death Eaters sat on their sofas. They occasionally talked to each other, but most of the time they were silent.

The reason why they are silent is naturally the handsome and sunny young wizard sitting in the deepest part of the room.

There was only one person around him who remained there, and that was his most loyal follower, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Just then, there was a knock outside the door.

"Master, McLean is here."

At this time, the Death Eaters sitting on the sofa straightened up and looked at the still closed door without exception.

The young wizard sitting in the innermost part of the room also raised his head. He outlined a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, but his deep eyes were incomprehensible.

"Come on in, Severus... And my old friend, Marca McLean."