Chapter 989

This is a tomb.

I mean, it's not a bar that gets through everywhere like the outside and is reinforced with modern materials. But a real tomb that was only cleaned and used as a wine cellar.

After clearing away the sundries at the door, Maka pushed the door in without hesitation, and then he came to the tomb made of brick, stone and soil.

If you can adapt to the dark environment here, it is not difficult to find that in addition to a large number of wine barrels stacked here, there are even clear marks left on the ground after the coffin is removed.

It can be seen that the boss of this "grave bar" did not make a false statement. It must have been a genuine underground grave a few years ago.

However, this is not so important for today's Maka.

From the beginning, he just followed the trace of magic residue, and he didn't care where it was.

In fact, now he knows that he is really looking for the right place!

Just close her eyes a little, and in his perception of magic, Maka clearly observed the huge anomaly in the tomb.

He can "see" that the magic here is obviously orderly in disorder. They are intertwined with each other like a tangled silk thread, but they are intertwined, curled and moving very smoothly.

Not often, one or two silk threads stick out their heads from inside. They penetrated the walls of the tomb without hindrance and extended all the way to the outside world. No one knows where their destination will be.

But at least Marca understood - he knew that what was woven by many magic threads entangled like wool balls was called "bad luck".

But is it really just creating and spreading bad luck here?

No, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

But Maka suddenly took out his staff and outlined a soul rule Rune on the spot. Under the exclusion of the soul rules, those magic threads were forcibly "squeezed" away, exposing a group of runes hidden in the center to Maka's perception.

This source of bad luck, which spread bad luck and led to many Muggle bizarre deaths, is obviously arranged here by an evil wizard.

Since the black wizard did so, there must be a further reason.

Otherwise, there is no good in spreading bad luck and causing death. Why should the other party do it? Is it really just to satisfy your own pleasure?

"Is it to create fear and collect the energy of negative emotions? Or is it simply to collect the souls of many dead?"

According to many dark magic data since ancient times, it is not difficult for Maka to guess the two most likely.

"Needless to say, this is probably the 'masterpiece' of Haier Bo's guy again."

Before the words fell, he suddenly waved the staff in his hand, and the power of soul rules rushed away. Although the combination of runes used to create bad luck is special, it is not a regular rune. How can it resist the real attack of rules.

In a few seconds, the whole structure was scattered by Maka's soul rules, turned into a sudden outbreak of disorder, and the magic wave disappeared.

The magic threads that had been entangled in the tomb had no foundation, and soon appeared a trend of collapse.

However, Maka, who quickly solved this source of bad luck, did not just relax.

As far as just the right observation is concerned, although those silk threads woven with bad luck look terrible, they are not enough to cause so many Muggles to die.

In this way, it is not difficult to think that the source of bad luck is obviously more than this.

After such thinking, Maka naturally doesn't want to stay here to waste time.

You know, maybe in just a few minutes of his thinking, several Muggles outside suffered from bad luck and lost their precious lives for some boring reasons.

……

Since that afternoon, Maka has been engaged in the work of removing the root causes of bad luck. Not only that, in the process of pursuing bad luck again and again, he never forgot to pay attention to the traces that Haier Bo might leave.

Up to now, the black wizard who can do all this and still has such motivation doesn't do what he wants except halbo.

And he buried himself in tracking for such a long time, and unconsciously he was busy until the next morning.

To be honest, a whole night's exploration can't be said to have no harvest. But it was the only discovery during this period that made Maka have more doubts in her heart.

Of course, we should start from the moment when Maka first saw Muggles "entangled" by the silk thread of bad luck.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Maka was flying over a street.

It was an ordinary street with only street lights on. On both sides were families who had already slept soundly. Where the street lights are out of reach, the darkness of the night has become the main color here.

After all, Maka didn't just rely on his eyes to observe. Even if the environment was dark, he found a Muggle man lying there sleeping in the garden trees beside the street.

Immediately, the low flying Maka returned and quickly fell to the edge of the trees.

"I've only followed the traces of the magic silk thread for so long. I'm lucky this time. I directly found an object being wound by the silk thread..."

Thinking so, he stepped over the not high trees and leaned over to look at the dark grass.

Lying here is a man in pajamas.

I don't know who brought him here, or he sleepwalked by himself. In short, before he came here, he was not sleeping, he must be on his way to sleep.

And because he was entangled by the thread of bad luck, Maka was not surprised by his current situation - no matter how he came over, it was obviously not surprising.

What Maka cares about most now is actually the state of the man.

After bending over and checking carefully, Maka found that the man was really alive and well! The misfortune that befell him for no reason made him lie in the trees in the middle of the night, but it did not make him die miserably.

Well, if he continues to lie here, he will catch a cold tomorrow at most.

So, will he die next?

Maka straightened up and looked around - he didn't know when the man would die. He only knew that he couldn't die in a short time.

However, when it comes to "luck", it is obvious that there is no sign to follow.

He was thinking so, but unexpectedly, the thread of doom wrapped around the man suddenly loosened at this time!

"What?"

Maka watched as the magic thread gradually separated from the man's body and dissipated by itself. Just for a moment, it no longer had its original form, leaving only faintly discernible residual fluctuations in the air.

"Is this... Over?"

This is just a product condensed by the combination of runes. It won't disperse on its own because of the emergence of Maka - it doesn't have any self-consciousness!

As a result, there seems to be only one answer left.

"Is it difficult for me to think differently from the beginning? In fact, this bad luck is simply 'disappearance', not 'death'?"

In the Mundungus report, there are people missing and people dead, and the two are almost accompanied by each other.

But if this bad luck is only to the extent that people will disappear, what is the purpose of haleport's doing this superfluous thing?

To confuse the public? Obviously not.

Because only a few wizards can sense magic, and Maka is probably the only one in London. If halbo did so, he would not mislead Maka, but provided him with traceable clues for free.

If halber wanted to confuse Maka, he was successful, but what's the point?

In this regard, Maka seemed very confused, but he didn't tangle too much. After throwing the man in the Bush at the door of a house, he followed the residual magic wave and continued to do his cleaning work.

And as he continued, he did it at dawn.

……

Just after dawn, Maka temporarily suspended her busy work inside and outside London and returned to St. mungo.

No matter how outstanding his ability is, he is just a normal person. He also needs rest and sleep to supplement the energy consumption that magic medicine can't completely supplement.

After sending a secret letter to the order of the Phoenix, he returned to the temporary bed in the potion preparation room and honestly made up for his sleep.

While he was sleeping for a few hours, Lupin would gradually distribute the exploration work to more members of the order of the Phoenix.

Although it is difficult for ordinary wizards to track such vague magic fluctuations even if they have alchemy tools, it is no problem to secretly pay attention to Muggle cases like Mundungus.

The most important thing now is that there are not enough clues, especially what Haier Bo may leave behind.

However, while some members of the order of the Phoenix and Maka are gradually busy, the last few days of the Christmas holiday seem to be gradually running out.

At present, even Maka is not sure whether he can go back to class after school.

But what made him more unexpected was that on the last day of the Christmas holiday, he met a powerful wizard whose identity was quite suspicious, and even it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves.

If halbo is a great harm that has been determined for a long time, this other wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him is a new danger sign.