Chapter 2033

As a professor and principal, how can you leave the students in trouble in the aisle and ignore them? Even if there's an emergency right now... No, it's because of the emergency that we can't let the students lie on the ground like this, can't we?

Snape guessed right. Those little wizards who had been bound by the curse had been collectively transferred to the classroom not far away by MEG. Moreover, she is still trying to find a way to check them out as much as possible.

What forces control these students? Why did such a large-scale change happen on the change, but she didn't feel it?

Obviously, Mileva McGonagall, as a little famous witch in the modern magic world, her strength is not limited to deformation, a magic discipline.

"Spirit... Oh no, is it soul magic?"

At this moment, in a classroom, the students who had previously been lying in the aisle had been neatly placed on the carpeted floor by MEG. McGonagall himself was squatting next to one of the students and checking through some detection magic.

Moreover, she has obviously reached a preliminary conclusion similar to Snape based on the results of some examinations.

However, this conclusion is not good news for them.

"This is really a bad development!"

Needless to say, although MEG also knows a little about Ancient Soul magic, it is limited to this. This unique and mysterious magic is only recorded sporadically in a few excavated ancient books, and the surface description is more than theoretical analysis.

Knowing only some superficial and incomplete accounts, it is obviously impossible to solve the curse for the students. It is even said that it will not be counterproductive.

For a moment, MEG could not help feeling a little helpless.

"Especially," she took back her wand, looked at the students in front of her with a worried face, and whispered, "it should have happened when I tried to contact Maka, and everyone was on the same ship. Why didn't I feel anything?"

Maybe it was because she wanted to stay here to protect the students, or maybe it was because she wanted to figure out the context. Although MEG knew that Snape and they were still waiting on the deck, she chose to stay in this classroom.

To be honest, even if she goes back now, it doesn't seem to be of great use, does it?

Just a moment later, a series of sounds of opening and closing doors suddenly sounded in the corridor outside, as if someone was checking each room in the corridor one by one.

"... Mileva? Are you nearby? And little girls and boys, if you have sober classmates, please respond immediately..."

Then came the distinguished voice of Flavia, which interrupted Meg's thinking and opened the classroom door.

"Filius, this way!"

"Oh, Mileva, I found you -"

There is no doubt that the change number is very large. In addition to the main road in the middle, the more it forks behind, and even there are several layers up and down. In addition, MEG didn't choose the main channel for safety, which makes it more difficult to find.

Seeing her coming out on her own initiative, flavie was relieved.

"Sorry," said Meg apologetically, "I found many students affected by some kind of magic. I couldn't leave for a while, so..."

"It's all right, it's all right!" flavie quickly waved his hand and hurried over, "it's just... You went to contact Maka before. Did you contact him?"

As Snape said, in the final analysis, the most important thing at present is this matter. Unfortunately, he soon saw MEG shaking his head with a sad face.

"Really?" although she didn't say it directly, flavie understood when she saw her. "Yes, I saw the children... We sent some students to the deck. Oh, you brought all the students in the aisle here."

When he went to MEG and looked at the classroom behind him, he saw the little wizards lying on the ground. Looking at the way they lay tight and motionless on the ground, flavie couldn't help feeling sad.

"Poor children... I hope the spiritual impact contained in the scream has not had an irreparable impact on them!"

However, it was flavy's words that immediately stunned Professor McGonagall.

"Whistling?" she frowned. "Wait, what whistling?"

"Mileva, didn't you hear?"

McGonagall's rhetorical question confused flavie.

"Shouldn't it? The sound... Should be heard by the whole change - well, although it should not be the actual 'sound', but some kind of magic effect against the spirit... You really didn't 'hear'?"

If all the staff heard it, although it was terrible, it was still within the scope of everyone's understanding for the time being - some people were not affected by syncope, others were not controlled, which was also a clear situation at a glance. But when someone doesn't "hear" the "voice" itself, it will inevitably be mixed with some unknown things.

In the magical world, all unknowns will have unpredictable obstacles to understanding and conclusion. If you still blindly follow your limited knowledge, there will often be big problems.

Flavy is also a knowledgeable wizard. In the face of the unknown, he will certainly not make low-level mistakes.

It's just... What's wrong?

"Maybe 'some people' have other designs for me?" McGonagall said after hesitating for a few seconds.

Obviously, the "some people" in her mouth refers to the enemy hiding in the dark and causing all the evils in front of her. Although he didn't know who the other party was and whether it was Haier Bo, MEG obviously smelled some kind of conspiracy.

"Filius, I'm afraid I can't stay with the students anymore... If the other party is really designing something for me, they can't be involved again." McGonagall said solemnly to flavy. "Find a way to take them to the deck! I... in short, let me do it alone."

Unlike others, in this situation, it is likely to represent danger. Knowing this, McGonagall immediately gave him a decisive explanation, followed closely and walked towards the stern without turning back, and soon turned a corner and left frevy's sight.

"This... Alas!"

Flavy was also full of doubts and sighed heavily.