Chapter 152 Invitation from Darkness

Let's all unite—

Unite!

We're not pacifists—

Not pacifist!

Swing the staff, shake the staff, point the tip of the staff at the target—

Swing the staff, shake the staff, point to the target!

Okay, one more time; mind you, this time we're going to be chanting! Levitate—

Floating into the sky!

In the principal's office of Durmstrang College, the current principal Karkaroff is reviewing some documents.

Since Maca pointed out a bright road for him last time, he has become much more diligent than before. Many documents that he didn't look at very carefully before, but now he has started to think seriously and write down the comments.

Although he still had a crooked idea in his heart—it was nothing more than using the convenience of his position to attract people's hearts, at least he had begun to treat the various responsibilities of the Principal of Durmstrang College with heart.

However, the person who made him make this change seems to be a bit out of business.

At this moment, just outside the window behind Karkaroff, a huge rock that was moved from nowhere suddenly appeared there.

But Karkaroff, who was concentrating on reviewing the documents, didn't notice it.

Okay, pay attention to cooperating with each other and maintaining balance, 3—2—1—! Very good, you can put it down!

boom!

A loud sound suddenly sounded from outside the window, and Karkaroff was taken aback. The quill pen in his hand squeaked, and an ink mark that penetrated through the back of the paper was drawn on a document.

Remember, this is the power of unity! Maca clapped her hands and said loudly, Okay, everyone, take a break.

Is this the kind of application you're talking about? Krum, who was watching from the sidelines, asked impatiently after everyone began to rest in place.

Yeah, this is actually the same as the principle of using the floating spell to fly. As long as each person only controls a small part, the magic entanglement and interference between each other can be avoided to a large extent.

Doesn't that mean—

Maca waved his hand and said casually: Don't think too much, this is just a kind of training for everyone to increase self-confidence and learn to work as a team. In fact, it is already very difficult to lift this boulder just by cooperating. It's something that doesn't have much practical use.

After all, Maca clapped her hands again, and everyone lined up again.

The rest time is over! Next is the practice of quick spell casting in dueling! Everyone recall what I have explained before, and then try them one by one! The first row is ready—

After a while, behind Karkaroff suddenly appeared wave after wave of slanting red power rays, which shot out into the distance in a parabolic shape.

Karkaroff looked at the principal's office illuminated by red light again and again, and threw the quill on the floor angrily.

There is only one wish in his heart now, and that is to hope that Maca can finish his business as soon as possible, and then go as far as he can!

That night, Maca brought a dead frog to the edge of the big lake behind the school.

In the past few days since he came to Durmstrang, he often came out at night to sit here for a while. And today, it is still the case.

He first put the dead frog in his hand on a wet rock by the lake, and then took out a small tin box from his sleeve. He opened the lid and placed it next to the dead frog.

Immediately, a dozen nimble little guys quickly crawled out of the box, rushed to the dead frog and began to eat it.

These are the egg sacs given to Maca by Aragog, the acromantula. They had already hatched when they were in Azkaban some time ago.

Right now, these young spiders are still quite small, but they are obviously two or three circles bigger than when they first hatched. Look at this astonishing growth rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before I have to use the shrinking spell to bring them on my body.

Probably because they have been together since they were born, they are very close to Maca. After they ate the dead frog until there was no scum left, they climbed onto Maca's hand together.

The characteristics have not been revealed yet. When we grow up, it's time to test the results of practice... He was talking to himself, but he seemed to notice something in the next second, and suddenly turned his head to the right. Looking in the woods.

Come out!

While speaking, Maca stretched out his hand to the tin box, and the spiderlings immediately crawled in by themselves.

Hello, Mr. McLean.

As the voice sounded, a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak came out of the forest. It can be seen that there is some lingering black air faintly leaking from both the hood and the sleeves.

It's you? Maca immediately recalled the guy who attacked Dumbledore with him.

The other party ignored Maca, but continued with a stiff tone, Master wants to see you, please come with me.

Master? The Dark Lord? Maca said calmly, As far as I know, your master and I have some grudges! Do you think I will go?

This is an order. If you don't come with me, then I can only take you.

He spoke dryly, without any tact in his words, as if he were a robot.

How are you going to take me away? Maca frowned, and with a flick of his right hand, the wand slipped into his hand accurately.

The man reacted very quickly, he saw his right foot step on the ground suddenly, and immediately rushed straight towards Maca at a speed that caught people off guard.

But Maca's movements were also very fast, a burst of blue-green sparks flashed, and the opponent slowed down at a speed discernible to the naked eye... No, it was only the cloak that slowed down!

At that moment, a mass of thick black air broke through the cloak, and went straight to Maca at an unabated speed.

There was a loud bang, and the rock under Maca's feet was smashed to pieces by the opponent.

An enhanced version of Peter Pettigrew?

Maca controlled the gravel under his feet, hanging steadily in mid-air, and said thoughtfully.

But the other party obviously wouldn't let him stop there and think about it. After smashing the rock, he suddenly turned around, dragging a long tail of black air, and flew directly towards Maca in midair without any basis.

Maca calmly controlled the gravel to move a few feet sideways, accurately avoiding the oncoming black air mass, staring at it without blinking.

What the hell is that black air? He kept thinking, but still got nothing.

When the opponent failed to hit Maca a few times back and forth, he seemed to change his strategy and fell back to the ground and changed back into a human form. It seems that it is impossible to fly in the air without the state of the black air mass.

Seeing that the man was surrounded by black air, he was almost exactly the same as Peter Pettigrew. But obviously, this one is more difficult to deal with than Peter, because he can think more or less, rather than relying on brute force to fight blindly.

The next moment, the other party raised his right hand, and the black air wrapped around his arm seemed to be alive, dispersed and turned into more small black air clusters, which shot towards Maca continuously.

Maca immediately fell vertically, drawing all the black air to the ground. But when those small black air masses fell on the rocks on the ground one by one, they didn't seem to have magical properties. They just smashed fist-sized cracks and holes on the rock surface.

This made it impossible for Maca to collect any useful information.

Since this kind of black gas can greatly help ignite the flames of the Fiery Flask, it undoubtedly has a very high magic power content; however, what it can cause is only physical effects?

Regarding the nature and principle of this black air, Maca felt a little helpless.

Just when the two were fighting fiercely, another voice suddenly came out from the forest.

McLean, stop!

When Maka heard this, she immediately backed away for a long distance, and seeing that the other party also stopped, she turned her head and looked into the woods.

Professor Snape?

Someone came and shook his greasy hair, his sallow face was not very clear under the moonlight, but his empty and indifferent eyes were impressive.

Snape looked back and forth between the two people who had temporarily truce with a gloomy expression, and said impatiently: McLean, the master wants to see you, so you just follow along obediently, why are you fighting with him?

Maca curled her lips and put away her wand.

Okay, I'm just a little bored, and I just want to test this guy's strength—since Professor Snape is here, why don't you come out earlier?

Snape snorted coldly, walked quickly to Maca's side, and took him to Apparate and disappeared on the spot without saying a word.

...

The Riddle Mansion still looked quite dilapidated.

It's full of cobwebs, bandems and all the other things you would expect from an old house, which makes it look pretty bad.

But in the study of the Riddle Mansion, it looked completely new.

The place has been cleaned up, and the space has even been expanded with the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and all kinds of gorgeous furniture have been placed there. Near the door, many Death Eaters were sitting on sofas. They occasionally talked to each other, but most of the time they were silent.

And the reason why they were silent was naturally the handsome and sunny young wizard sitting in the deepest part of the room.

By his side, only one person remained, and that was his most loyal follower, Bellatrix Lestrange.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Master, McClain is here.

At this time, the Death Eaters who were sitting on the sofa all sat up straight, without exception, looking towards the still closed door.

And the young wizard sitting at the far end of the room also raised his head, a strange smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, but the deep eyes were unpredictable.

Come in quickly! Severus...and, my old friend, Maca McClain.