Chapter 239 The Last Supper
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The obscure and damp atmosphere can't go away in this double secret room, and even breathing in it, there will be a heavy and stagnant feeling.
The rotten black wood leaned loosely against the corner, barely supporting the bookcase to maintain its posture thousands of years ago.
A corner of the desk has collapsed, revealing the slightly green ancient stone wall behind it.
Although there are traces of corruption due to time everywhere here, but rather than lamenting the passage of time, people are even more amazed at why they have not silently turned into a pool of black soil during these thousand years.
It's been a long time. Without the protection of magic, let alone Maca, even in Dumbledore's era, he would not have seen such a scene for a long time.
Perhaps it was originally protected by magic, but because Salazar Slytherin didn't intend to keep this place for future generations, the magic time left behind is not so long...
Maca thought to herself, and stretched out her hand to pull the door of the bookcase, but unexpectedly the whole bookcase collapsed with a crash.
When he pulled a book from under the damp boards that had collapsed, he found them in even worse condition.
All the pages of the book were glued together by some slippery substance, and even if you managed to tear out a page to look at it, you couldn't make out the writing on it at all.
As for the desk next to it, it is even more empty, only two meaningless scratches on the desk, as if telling a story that no one knows.
In this secret room within the secret room, nothing of value seems to be left.
But even so, Maca was still carefully checking everything here. Since the phantom that Salazar deliberately left behind could be seen outside, there must be some clues left here, but he hasn't found it yet.
Just as he was searching for something in the corner of this secret room, as if he felt something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall behind him
There was nothing on that stone wall, no carvings or decorations, only damp brown moss growing and spreading between the cracks of the bricks, which looked slippery and disgusting.
No, he did sense it just now, there was an extremely subtle fluctuation of magic power flashing past there.
After thinking about it, Maca stretched out his wand and pointed at that location, a trace of magic power spread from the tip of the wand. The next second, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and nodded thoughtfully.
If he guessed correctly, there was once a magic solidified there, but the magic power used to maintain it had already been exhausted.
The magic power he sent just now was swallowed up, which is the best proof.
After thinking for a while, Maca pressed his wand against the stone wall, and borrowed the principle of the flashback spell to send out a burst of magic power, trying to urge it to work again.
With the injection of magic power, countless green light fragments spewed out from the gaps in the stone bricks, gathered around Maca and swirled around...
Maca was always paying attention to these light particles, but he didn't find any signs of danger, they just swirled around him, like a group of tiny fireflies, circulating silently.
He can feel that this solidified magic does not consume a lot of mana, and it is not something with great power.
When Maca's magic power was injected to a certain level, those light particles suddenly drifted away, as if repairing this stone room, covering everything here with a layer of light green emptiness that seemed to be real. film.
Looking at this appearance, it is very similar to the phantom of Salazar seen at the entrance before.
Maca put down his wand, turned around to look, and immediately found a map that was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear on the stone wall above the desk.
A world map from a thousand years ago? Maca couldn't help grinning, This is much more detailed than Rowena's nautical chart...
Unfortunately,
Everything he sees now is just a phantom, and when the magic power is exhausted, it will return to the previous state.
After looking around and finding nothing suspicious, he focused all his attention on the map.
This map contains a lot of information, but it is all various locations thousands of years ago, marked one by one with ancient runes, which Maca can roughly understand.
But today, the ancient cities and settlements have long been ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of history, and those places on the map are completely meaningless, no matter how hard he looks, it is difficult to find anything worth noting.
Instead, there was a red circle that made him look a few more times.
As recorded in the Book of Sin, that is Albania, where the Stele of Demagogy is now located.
Whether it was brought there by Salazar Slytherin or not, at least now it was certain that he had definitely been there. It was just the note next to the red circle, but Maca was taken aback for a moment.
Despicable... Hai Erbo... Grave?
The three words composed of ancient runes, without any deep meaning, were simple and straightforward, but Maca couldn't help but gasp.
Helbo the Despicable is the oldest and most powerful dark wizard known in the literature. Almost all wizards know him through fairy tale books in childhood.
But even though this black wizard is a household name, there are not many people who really know him.
If they hadn't checked specifically, most people would think that he lived in the same period as the Hogwarts Big Four.
However, in order to understand the relevant information about the Horcrux invented by this old guy, Maca consulted quite a lot of information.
According to scattered records, the despicable Haierbo was a dark wizard active in ancient Greece, at least a thousand years earlier than the life of the Hogwarts Big Four!
This is a veritable ancient monster!
...um... When did the most prosperous period of magic development come? When the name of such an old monster suddenly appeared, Maca began to feel a little guilty.
The degree of loss of magic is too tragic, making people lose the basis for judgment. When later generations try to explore the traces left by their ancestors, they will inevitably shrink back and forth, so that they cannot make any progress.
Even Maca, who has already been exposed to the power of rules, feels a little powerless at this moment.
Slytherin dares to go, I don't dare to go without reason...
After continuing to check in this secret room, Maca, who had nothing else to gain, glanced at the increasingly illusory map, took a deep breath, and stepped out of this phantom-shrouded stone room again.
...
This time the time was not rich, and after Maca tidied up a little, she avoided the sight of others and headed for Albania non-stop.
In the UK, only Gatwick Airport has a direct flight to Albania. In order to be efficient, Maca had to fly at full speed on a broomstick for more than 30 kilometers, and his face was numb from the wind all the way .
But what can I do? He was also desperate for not being able to Apparate!
It was not until the afternoon that he was able to board the plane to Tirana, the capital of Albania, and this time the long journey really began.
...No, this one should go here.
On the plane, the Muggles were all doing things to pass the time, such as reading, or... playing with puzzles.
Sitting next to Maca is a father and daughter. The father is about 40 years old, and the girl is about the same age as Maca.
Maca was sitting by the porthole, and the girl was sitting...well, by the aisle, and her father ruthlessly occupied the middle.
At the moment, the gentlemanly looking uncle is putting together a puzzle of a landscape painting. Her daughter will occasionally direct her, but the two of them have been working together for more than an hour, but the whole painting is still only complete. a corner.
Maca leaned against the porthole, crossed her hands on her chest, lazily watching them struggle, but was thinking about other things in her mind.
The flight time of this flight is expected to be about 4 hours, and when it arrives in Tirana, it is estimated that it has just entered the night.
Another hour passed, and the father and daughter worked together to make trouble for each other, and finally put together the four corners and the four sides. It can be seen that this has given them a lot of confidence.
However, at this moment, the plane suddenly shook!
When an airplane encounters turbulence, it always makes people feel a little jumpy, but Maca made a puchi and laughed unkindly.
Who could have imagined it?
The father and daughter spent more than two hours on the puzzle, but the plane shook, and the pieces on the puzzle board flew into the air with a clatter.
Under the horrified gaze of the two, their previous efforts were in vain at this moment.
The girl stomped her feet angrily, and when she heard Maka's laughter, she gave him a hard look, regardless of being shy.
Sorry, sorry... Maca said cheerfully, I like puzzles too, so I'll help you!
He helped to pick up the puzzle pieces scattered on the ground, then took the puzzle board from the gentleman's hand, and put it together under the dubious eyes of the father and daughter.
No matter how complicated the puzzle is, it is far less difficult than constructing the rune array diagram. This kind of boring work of finding patterns has long been used to by Maca.
The corners are indeed the easiest to put together, and can also be used as a benchmark for subsequent puzzles. After he has assembled all the circles, those puzzle pieces near the edge can judge the approximate area according to the color blocks.
I saw him spluttering together, stunned the father and daughter next to him.
More than ten minutes passed, and a world-class masterpiece The Last Supper was displayed in front of the three of them.
This is really... so cool! The girl blinked her eyes in disbelief.
But Maca was holding the puzzle board, staring at the work of the famous Italian artist Leonardo da Vinci, in a daze.
