Chapter 480

The magic volley of the elves is spectacular.

Just as Maka shouted, hundreds of red streamers shot out from the top of the towers of Hogwarts castle, like a rain of fire in the air, towards the open space in the vestibule of the castle.

But this first attack not only smashed most of the black dead back to the ground, but also forced Voldemort, who turned into black flame, to slow down the momentum of taking off.

Since the race of elves was called "domestic elves", they have become a group of the lowest creatures in the magic world. They are humble and cowardly. They regard generations of slavery as their pride. A backbone has never been straight.

For this reason, even modern wizards have long forgotten the rights and wrongs of the past and have never looked down on them. At present, the contemporary Dark Lord Voldemort is one of the most typical examples.

But even if it is often overlooked, the magical talent of the elf family is good, but it is objective after all.

At the moment when Voldemort and a large number of black dead were suddenly suppressed, the snow under Maka's feet was shrouded by the faint blue light. Winding lines and strange symbols appear one by one, reflecting a large area like a blue ocean.

Obviously, he painted the rune array directly on the ground under the cover of snow.

Soon, as the light suddenly flourished, a layer of crystal clear barrier covered the vestibule together with a small half of the castle, looking like a reduced version of the protective barrier jointly supported by the previous professors.

But this hemispherical barrier is a "cage" pulled up by the rune array. It is designed not to guard against enemies from the outside, but to trap people inside.

After opening the barrier, Maka did not chase Voldemort, but looked towards the lake.

Dumbledore's ice coffin can also be shrouded in the scope of this huge cage, but at this moment, there is a man standing in front of the ice coffin.

It was a thin old wizard with white hair and beard. He described the vicissitudes of life. Wearing a black coat on him, he looked empty and generous.

On Maka's side, you can only see his side face from a distance, but Maka can understand at a glance that it is Gellert greenward, a famous black wizard who dominated the world and stirred up the whole European magic world decades ago.

Several times of indirect contact with the last dark lord left a deep impression on Maka's heart, but he couldn't really meet each other once.

Today, the fugitive from newmond GAD finally showed up in person.

"Mr. greenward?"

Maka flew up with her magic book, skimmed the snow between them and floated leisurely not far behind greenward. Perhaps it was he who dared to approach the "legendary" first generation Dark Lord so boldly?

"McLean," greenward said without looking back, "you know, Albus, he appreciates you. He thinks you're a real wizard."

The old man's words without a reason made Maka feel a little confused.

Gellert greenward and Albus Dumbledore, two equally talented wizards, have a complex past. About their friendship, Maka knows so much, but in fact she doesn't know so much.

But now it seems that Dumbledore did occasionally talk to him during his previous years in newmond.

"Really?" for greenward's words, Maka seemed a little perfunctory. "Wizards are just a way to kill life. How they want to live depends on their own choice?"

But greenward ignored him and said to himself: "... I didn't believe it at first, especially when I saw you for the first time. I thought you were just a lucky child like Nadel there. You have a power close to 'reality', but you only know how to use it as a toy."

The first time greenward spoke was not the time of the monastery in Maka's memory, but the time he saw Maka destroy the newmengard tower in one fell swoop.

"... but," he said, pausing a little, but shaking his head gently, "the second time I saw you, I found that you were different from Tom Riddle - you were not a half man like him, but a real genius wizard."

"I never thought that just standing there, someone could follow my practice with the Deathly Hallows and track my specific position in turn."

As soon as Maka heard it, her heart jumped.

He was still acting at that time. Unexpectedly, greenward noticed the trace of his tracking. No wonder he left Joshua's body at the critical moment.

It seems that the acting was in vain and wasted a lot of energy.

To be honest, Marca didn't take much advantage of several space battles between greenward. More importantly, he hasn't even figured out the other party's ultimate goal. I'm afraid it's difficult for greenward to come so calmly this time.

"So?" Marca looked at his back and said expressionless, "what are you trying to say?"

"Well, I know you're curious about my actions," greenward smiled softly in his old voice. "Don't worry, I can tell you plainly - I just want to see albus again."

Every word he said seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, which was incomprehensible. But now, no matter what he was talking about, his eyes did not leave the ice coffin in front of him.

Or, I haven't left the figure in the ice coffin.

It seemed to prove his words. He said he wanted to see Dumbledore, but he just came to see Dumbledore without any other ideas.

However, how can Maka believe it?

See you! There's nothing wrong with escaping from prison, but I didn't forget to provoke Maka when I left newmengard. Later, he ran all over Europe. With his past confidants, he messed up the whole American magic world, and made Maka busy with his footsteps.

But now, only the first person behind Voldemort came to Hogwarts, not even one.

All in all, Maka was quite puzzled from beginning to end.

However, Maka is not the only one wondering. Voldemort, who had flown into the air, found that he could not break the barrier, and fell back to the ground again.

While Maka ignored him, he went around the castle alone. But although the magic barrier raised by Maka also covered less than half of the castle, he found that there was no one in the castle.

Obviously, Professor McGonagall has taken everyone to another area.

Voldemort, who had no harvest, was standing on the other side of the ice coffin. His whole body was covered with flickering black flames, but his heart was more confused than Marca's coming - what on earth did greenward come for?

"Garrett greenward! Didn't you say you wanted to help me? Why not?" Voldemort asked coldly, impatient to listen to their boring conversation.

Under his words, greenward finally made a move. He just raised his head and looked at Voldemort through the transparent ice coffin, and an indescribable smile flashed on his thin and twilight face.

The smile was like mockery, but with a touch of pity - yes, pity! That's not the emotion on the face of a terrible black wizard!

"Tom Riddle," greenward looked at him, "you don't understand - it's not your fault to fear death. You're wrong. You're not smart enough. As a wizard, you're a loser... Just like I was."

"What are you talking about!" said Voldemort angrily. "I'm afraid of death? No! I've overcome death! No one can really kill me, okay!"

As soon as he said this, the black flame of his whole body expanded again. If you only look with the naked eye, you can only see a huge black flame burning, and you can't even distinguish the human form.

"Mr. greenward, why do you continue to stimulate him?" Marca didn't even look at the black flame, but stared straight at greenward's back. "Since you just said that you just came to see Professor Dumbledore today... Have you seen enough now?"

Greenward also ignored Voldemort in his anger and turned around directly.

"McLean, I ask you - do you want to see your teacher again?" he ignored Maka's question this time, and his words became more and more inexplicable.

But it was such a strange word that both Marca and Voldemort changed their faces.

Now Dumbledore's body is sealed in the ice coffin, which anyone can see. According to greenward, it is not difficult to find that he did not seem to come to see the body, but to see Dumbledore himself!

At this moment, Voldemort was worried. One of the purposes of this public funeral is to continue to disturb Voldemort's sight and make him more afraid that Dumbledore is actually pretending to be dead. Now as soon as greenward said this, the black flame of his whole body jumped suddenly, and his heart became more and more suspicious.

As for Marca, there would be no doubt like Voldemort. The reason why he was frightened was that there was a question in his heart that could not be ignored.

"Do you know where Professor Dumbledore is?" Marca asked the question directly without worrying about Voldemort present.

When greenward heard him ask, the wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed.

His expression was very strange, like comfort and appreciation. Although it was different from Dumbledore's appearance, it felt like seeing another Dumbledore.

"Do you want to see albus again?" greenward repeated the question.