Chapter 366

"Professor Snape?"

Snape and Marka paced back and forth in the deserted corridor. On the way, Maka only shouted. Seeing that Snape didn't respond, he didn't say much, but just followed his footsteps.

Judging by the route, Snape should take him to the headmaster's office.

When they came to the door of the headmaster's office through the escalator, snapton gave a moment, then pulled out his magic wand and lit the closed door.

Soon, with a light sound of the mechanism, the door of the principal's office, which was obviously locked, opened leisurely.

Seeing Snape step in, Maka immediately followed. Just as soon as he stepped on the floor of the headmaster's room, his eyes were attracted by a red flame.

It was Phoenix fox, standing on the bird rack as usual, casually lowering his head and gently sorting the feathers under his wings with his sharp beak.

Usually used to Fox's Maka, this time he stared at its posture and looked more, with a strange look on his face.

"Professor Snape, it's time to say what's the matter now that we're here." Maka turned her head and looked at Snape standing at the headmaster's desk with her back to him. "You know it will be very busy in the next few days."

"Yes."

Snape snorted, then turned around and handed the small glass tube to Marca.

"Dumbledore asked me to give this to you."

When Maka heard the speech, she reached for it and put it in front of her eyes.

In that small glass tube, some pure silver flocs were wrapped in it.

"Is this... Memory?"

He has never seen such a materialized memory, so he seems to hesitate.

"Probably!" snape said faintly. "Dumbledore didn't leave any explanation."

"Professor..." Marca shook the glass tube and looked up at Snape. "How did Dumbledore die... No, I want to ask, is Dumbledore dead?"

"Didn't you check it yourself?" snape didn't answer positively.

"But --" Marca looked at the Phoenix fox on the shelf, looked at the glass tube in her hand, and frowned, "before that, I vaguely felt that Dumbledore had taken another step on the road of magic... How could he be so..."

"I know the reason for his death, but I just want to spread the news of his own death," snape said casually. "You're not stupid. You should be able to figure it out?"

With Snape's mention, makaton nodded thoughtfully.

Dumbledore's death seemed quite abrupt to everyone. This is true for our own people, and of course it is also true for outsiders.

Although Voldemort spoke so easily and proudly in the stone chamber, if someone asked him, would he dare to attack Hogwarts castle now? He might kill the fool who asked the question at the first time.

Whether Albus Dumbledore is dead or alive, he is enough to make people dare not act rashly. This is the powerful power accumulated by the greatest White Wizard of our time.

Seeing Maka thinking, Snape waved his hand and then pointed to the glass tube in his hand.

"As for his real idea, I haven't been able to understand it anyway. Let me say... Look at what he left you first! Maybe there's a clue in it, isn't there?"

In fact, Snape would appear quite impatient at the mention of Dumbledore's topic.

Although he was indeed Dumbledore's double agent on Voldemort's side, he and Dumbledore were only maintained through a transaction.

Now that Dumbledore was dead, Snape's thoughts were more complicated.

"... yes."

Maka weighed the glass tube in her hand, sighed gently, and then went straight to the cabinet where the meditation basin was placed.

"Come back to my office after reading it," said Snape, walking to the door. "I'm not comfortable talking here."

Looking at the door of the headmaster's room closing slowly, Maka shook her head slightly and then stretched out her hand to open the cabinet door.

The silver light of the meditation basin soon filled out of the cabinet. Maka pulled out the oak plug on the glass tube, poured the pure silver flocs in, and leaned out her palm and shook it over the shallow basin.

The flocs dissolved silently under the action of magic.

Seeing this, Maka immediately lowered her head and put her face into the silver like water and fog.

……

Hazy.

What Maka first felt was a kind of haziness like being in steam or a dense fog.

I can't see or touch anything.

He can't feel his own weight, and there is no feedback from all kinds of senses. Only by "feeling", can he clearly find his own existence.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had "seen" something - it was a looming figure walking slowly towards him.

Step by step, leisurely, as if in a purposeless journey.

With every step of the figure, the "hazy" around him will flow and converge into a real scene.

In Maka's "Horizon", it's like seeing an extremely broad oil painting slowly approaching him. In that dreamy oil painting, every touch of oil paint is constantly extending and spreading.

As the scene gradually completed, Maka soon found that it was a Western Street covered with a thin layer of snow.

It seems that the weather is at night. The street lamps along the street are lit, and the faint light is much brighter under the reflection of snow.

On both sides of the street, most of the scattered houses have closed doors and windows, and even the curtains have not been opened.

As Marca looked at the more complete scene in front of her, the illusory figure gradually became clear.

Long white beard and white hair, silver gray Nightgown, wrinkled vicissitudes of life... And those blue eyes always hidden behind the half moon lens.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Maka wanted to talk, but found that she couldn't find her mouth at all.

Dumbledore came slowly and stood close to Marca's consciousness.

"Marca, you're here..."

He smiled and opened his mouth, but Marca felt that Dumbledore's voice sounded directly in his consciousness.

"Well, isn't this place wonderful?" Dumbledore said gently, "you don't have to speak... Because you can't say it, and I can't hear it..."

"I know you must have many problems, but those are not important... Well, at least for me, they are not important..."

"Because of your fetters and your efforts for those fetters, I can be myself, who knows' selfishness'."

Marca understood the implication of Dumbledore's words.

Because of Marca's existence, Dumbledore could finally have free time to continue to understand the true meaning of magic and take another step smoothly.

"This irresponsible old man!"

After figuring this out, Marca couldn't help rolling her eyes to show him.

"You must be a little angry when you hear me say that? Of course, so..." Dumbledore continued after a pause with a naughty smile on his face. "Well, let me tell you something you want to understand most right now..."

"Well, if I'm wrong, don't blame me..." Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, for you, I'm already 'dead', I'm already 'dead'."

"But for myself, I'm obviously not 'dead'... Or there's still a long way to go before I really 'die'!"

Maka was stunned when she heard it, and then immediately "looked around". But the surrounding scenes are no different from the "reality" in his cognition, and there is no fame at all.

"Limbo?"

In Maka's consciousness, a strange and familiar word flashed by.

In the magic world, there is no such word since ancient times. It is a completely Muggle word. The so-called Lingbo prison can be interpreted as "the edge of hell", which is the closest place to death.

But Maka didn't know that the concept itself actually originated from the magic world.

"It doesn't matter if I don't understand. I called you this time to introduce you to this place..." Dumbledore whispered. "Remember the sentence I have always stressed? For a wizard, death is just another great adventure."

"I've been looking for the door to 'adventure', but I can't let go of some past events in my heart..."

Dumbledore said, looking towards him as if he could see Marca.

"But Maka, your appearance makes me gradually understand that I am only bothering myself. Looking at every step you take and all the way forward without nostalgia, I know where I am wrong."

"So now, I'm on my way again - I don't dwell on my past mistakes, I don't keep blaming myself for Ariana's death, and I don't take Ariana's wishes as my own wishes..."

"So I can finally retire."

The "Ariana" in Dumbledore's mouth was his long dead sister.

Although Marca also knew that Dumbledore had been regretting what happened that year, she did not expect that the strong and profound self blame was the direct reason why he became president Hogwarts.

"Ariana and I love the whole world deeply, but I always understand that her 'love' and I have never been the same form."

When he said this, Dumbledore looked so elated, as if he was dozens of years younger than his old face.