Chapter 319

Because Marka's phantom development problem has never been solved, he now considers making door keys everywhere he goes.

Before he went from busbarton to demstrom, he also did two by the way when passing through Germany and Denmark, so that he could get it at any time when necessary.

Of course, this can not be said casually. After all, the control of door keys is very strict. Even if he can control the magic wave and prevent some detection methods of the Ministry of magic, it will be very troublesome if he is found.

The door key is a very convenient means of moving. It is not only easy to make and move accurately, but also can easily transfer groups. No wonder the Ministry of magic controls this thing so strictly.

At present, Maka is holding a red (* * * * *) that looks very festive in his hand, just like the previous times. When the space is suddenly distorted, in the twinkling of an eye, he disappears into the grove outside the school gate.

Maka went to Berlin, Germany, which is close to the Polish border. Unfortunately, Hagrid and Mrs Maxim are on the border between Poland and Belarus, not Germany.

After being blown by the high-altitude cold wind on the flying broom for 4 hours and 20 minutes, Maka finally crossed the whole Poland and arrived at his destination.

"Lead the way! Little guy... Find your master!"

Maka fell between a ravine and a rocky mountain, and then took a lovely bird out of the pocket on the inside of her robe.

It was Mrs. Maxim's pet, a white cheeked warbler good at long-distance flight.

The little guy stood in the palm of Marca's hand, his head slipped around twice, accompanied by a pleasant song, and he fluttered his wings and flew to the front left.

Seeing this, Maka immediately leaned forward and followed up with the flying broom.

In fact, it was close to the troll community. Only ten minutes later, when Maka followed the little guy across a ridge, she immediately found some signs of troll activity.

Those stupid people with low IQ and huge body will always leave eye-catching traces in their movement.

And because they always like to break some trees of appropriate size as hunting weapons, they often pull the branches with their hands, and the places they pass are full of leaves.

It wasn't long before he saw a lone monster. When Maka passed over it, it was still lying on the grass and sleeping!

"The smell is really... You can smell it so far away..."

The stench of trolls is world-famous, which can be said to be an "alternative" weapon. Maka quickly flew higher, and then hurriedly continued to fly forward.

It can be seen that the more you move forward, the more traces of the giant monster's activities. This valley is undoubtedly the habitat of the giant monster community.

When he followed Mrs. Maxim's white cheeked warbler for a short distance, he finally saw some giant monsters in a cluster.

They looked almost ten feet tall, with rough and dull skin, but their muscles were quite developed, as if they were made of granite.

As Maka has seen several times before, they have small heads, strong legs and two long arms that can almost touch the ground.

Most of those monsters gathered together in three or four, sometimes they made their unique simple communication, and sometimes they fought with each other clumsily but very effectively, making a "bang bang" sound.

For any modern wizard, this is a rather primitive and rough scene.

In the middle of the valley in the distance, close to the steep mountain wall, there are some extremely simple wooden sheds. A big man who was obviously a circle bigger than the other monsters was sleeping lazily under the largest shed full of hay!

Seeing that the white cheeked Lin Ying did not hesitate to fly to the giant monster that was obviously the leader, makadang even put away the broom under him and completed the deformation of Animagus on the way down.

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"Orim, our food is almost finished. If we don't go out, we should starve here... Otherwise, I'd better go out and distract them?"

In the cave, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim huddled in a dark corner, and their spirits seemed not good.

"No, there are too many monsters outside. It's no use even if you can lead away some... And... That's too dangerous."

In fact, their two big men are not much different from the giant monster's height. Who makes them a giant hybrid?

However, different from those monsters, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim obviously have much higher IQ and can even use magic. Accordingly, their physical strength can never be compared with the troll.

A few days ago, when they were attacked by trolls, they escaped to the cave by Mrs. Maxim's magic, but they can only blame those trolls. The number of trolls is really a little large.

They're stuck here and can't get out.

To tell the truth, Hagrid has wanted to go out as bait more than once, but Mrs. maxim, who is still rational, doesn't agree with him to do such stupid behavior.

Just when both of them were tired, there was a loud noise outside the cave.

"Bang!"

At the same time, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Hi!" Marca greeted them naturally. "How are you? Do you need to eat first?"

Before the voice fell, there was another "bang" outside, followed by a burst of giant monster's pain roar. It seemed that something was fighting with the giant monster outside.

"Oh, no... you're just in time. If you don't come tomorrow, we'll really have nothing to eat!" Hagrid struggled to get up and stooped to Maka, but found that she couldn't give Maka a a hug in the low cave.

"Really? That's good..." Maka nodded to Mrs. maxim in the head, then waved to them. "Then get ready. We should go in a minute - after I say hello to the 'old acquaintance' outside."

"Old acquaintance?" Hagrid said strangely. "A giant monster?"

"Don't be kidding, I can't be friends with those smelly guys..." Marca said with a relaxed smile. "Didn't you see him when you came in? Hagrid, you know him too."

Seeing that both of them were well, Maka said as she went outside the cave.

At the stall where they talked, the fighting outside almost didn't stop for a moment. It seemed that the war was fierce.

When Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim carefully squeezed into the cave, they found that the wooden shed full of hay outside the cave had already completely collapsed, and the troll leader who had been lying idle inside was fighting with an unidentified creature of the same shape.

No, there may be something wrong with the creature, because the big guy who is half taller than the troll is made of stones.

"Look there - yes, there it is!"

Maka leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the mountain and pointed at the back of a group of giant monsters opposite.

"Eh? Who's that?" Hagrid craned his neck. "Maka, you said just now, I know that man?"

Behind the battlefield of the giant monster leader and the stone giant, there are more than a dozen strong ordinary giant monsters. Just behind them, a man in a tattered cloak is half sitting on the ground, one hand still holding the big legs of the giant monster next to him.

"Yes! Didn't you see it?" said Marca. "Look at the scarf in his neck - that's our professor Chilo, remember?"

"Chilo - you mean, he's quelinus Chilo? That little bastard?"

Hagrid was obviously surprised. He knew that Voldemort was attached to Chilo, but everyone had already thought that he was dead, but he was still alive!

"Yes, that's Chilo... It seems that his legs and feet are not very good. You stay in the cave first. I'll go and talk to him..."

Maka was talking, but she had raised her legs and walked over there.

"Stop --"

When Maka walked by the side of the battlefield and came to the neighborhood of the trolls without paying attention, a hoarse voice came out from under the ragged hood, but she couldn't hear anything like Chilo at all.

At the same time, the dozens of giant monsters immediately made a commotion, and the factors of violence agitated in their bodies.

"Snore -- snore -- snore --"

Another inexplicable sound sounded under the hood. It sounded like a troll's language.

Soon, the trolls were quiet again. Although most of them shook their strong bodies impatiently and howled at Maka, they didn't rush towards him immediately.

"Professor Chilo, it seems that you are qualified at least in the subject of defense against the dark arts." Maka looked thoughtfully at the restless monsters and said casually, "don't you... Don't you remember me, Professor Chilo?"

"Who are you...?"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to recognize herself, Maka couldn't help looking down at herself.

"Don't mention that it has developed very fast in recent years..." he shrugged. "I'm McLean - Marca McLean, remember?"

"McLean?" the other party repeated the last name, and then suddenly burst into a hoarse and deep laughter, "hum... McLean, I didn't expect..."

In that hum of laughter, there is endless complexity. It seems to hate and regret. The period seems to be mixed with memories of the past, and the meaning of vicissitudes is reflected in words.

"Has that man... Returned to England?"

He looked up, his eyes hidden in his hood, as if staring at Marca closely.