Chapter 242 The Man in the Spring Breeze
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Maca didn't really see something surprising, but because he suddenly remembered that the one who invented the method of making Horcruxes was lying under the ground right now, wasn't he?
In this way, it really makes sense.
No matter how many Horcruxes the despicable Haierbo made for himself, and whether he has already lost his mind because of the incomplete soul, the most important thing is that he might not really die!
And if you want to deal with a guy who can be resurrected infinitely, what should you do?
Maca immediately lowered his head, looking at the base of the Monument of Bewitching, the despicable Hai Erbo was probably sealed under it by Slytherin and the coffin.
It's just that there seems to be some differences between this and the situation described in Book of Sins?
There was no mention of mean Helbo in that.
Moreover, although Maca circled around the Monument of Bewitching just now, he did not find any traces related to Slytherin.
So, in Book of Sin, how did the future self know?
The whole body of the Bewitching Monument is as black as ink, and the surface is as smooth as new. Apart from some simple and rough decorations on the base, there are no other details to be seen.
Since there are no clues around, it's either up there or
...No, no, I haven't lived enough yet! Maca subconsciously glanced at the base of the stele again, then stepped on a magic book and steadily climbed to the top of the stele of bewitchment.
The top of the pitch-black jade-like stele is still as smooth as a knife cut. Although some stones and dust fell on it, slightly covering up its own blackness, it is still black and white.
Maca didn't dare to touch the stele easily, but hovered in the sky for a while, and suddenly he noticed a silver light flashing past the corner of his eyes.
He looked at the glowing wand in his hand, and immediately flew towards the place where the light appeared.
this is……
Behind a pile of chaotic rocks, the silver shined again in Maca's sight, constantly reflecting the light from the glowing spell of the wand.
...The Snake Staff?
With a flick of his wand, he removed the messy rocks, cleaning up the dust along the way. Immediately afterwards, a shiny silver snake staff was completely revealed.
It was inserted obliquely on the stone tablet, like an iron nail on a wooden board, inconspicuous but deeply stuck on it, and even the bewitching tablet had several fine cracks due to this.
Now Maca finally understood why it was said in the Book of Sins that Salazar Slytherin sealed the Bewitching Monument, and it seemed that the Bewitching Monument was indeed still under seal.
Unexpectedly, Slytherin not only sealed the Bewitching Monument, but also used the Bewitching Monument to seal the despicable Hai Erbo!
This is a beautiful series of seals, one link after another, really amazing!
It's just that when Maca was still nodding his head for Slytherin's masterpiece, the Monument of Seduction was still conveying seductive messages to him one after another, as if it never stopped.
...
Whenever people remember that there is something left to be done, time always runs so fast that you can't even catch up with your belt.
In Harry's nervousness and Hermione's anticipation, June 23rd passed quietly.
In the early morning of the next day, birds flew past the castle, chirping, announcing that the temperature was gradually rising; the sky was blue and blue, as if it had been painted several times with oil paint brushes, and there was no cloud in sight.
Oh Merlin's heel!
The third project of the Triwizard Tournament will come tonight! And three...well, I mean, four warriors will come together to claim the championship trophy!
The students of the three schools were very excited, but they didn't expect their warriors to win the championship, even Durmstrang's little wizards!
It's all because,
Maca seems to be lazy every time he participates in the competition, which makes them not sure whether Maca will paddle recklessly and hand over the trophy in the third event.
But relatively speaking, the students of Hogwarts were more excited.
Especially in Gryffindor College, at the dinner table early in the morning, they started to make a fuss. No way, there are two warriors in Hogwarts, and they are both in Gryffindor College, so why don't they cheer more?
But Harry was very nervous, he didn't look very well, and he might be so nervous that his stomach hurts. The experience in the maze was too frightening, and he has already cast a shadow on the semi-finals.
Students are taking exams all day...
That's right, the exam week has entered in the past few days, but the warriors in the top three are exempted from the exam.
While everyone was answering questions at the front, Harry and Hermione sat at the back of the room, flipping through books looking for some spells to use in the competition.
It would be nice if I could find one more! Harry kept thinking, but he didn't get much.
Potter, Granger, the warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast. Professor McGonagall walked to the long table in Gryffindor and said.
But, the game didn't start until tonight!
Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on himself and thought he had misremembered the time!
I know, Potter, said Professor McGonagall, the relatives of the warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet.
When Professor McGonagall walked away, Harry stared at her back in a daze.
She doesn't think the Dursleys are coming? he asked Ron blankly.
Don't know, said Ron, oh...Harry, I have to hurry, I'm going to be late for the exam. See you later...
Harry finished his breakfast in silence in the gradually deserted auditorium.
He saw Fleur Delacour get up from the Ravenclaw table and walk into the conference room with his sister. After a while, Maka also walked there with a calm face.
But Harry sat still, he really didn't want to go.
Hermione, you go first! It won't be easy for your parents to come here once...
Harry understood that he had no relatives who would risk their lives to see him.
What nonsense are you talking about! Hermione said with her arms akimbo. Do you remember what Maca said? Are you going to leave him there alone?
Oh...yes, you're right...
Just as he stood up slowly, the door of the conference room opened, and Maka poked his head out.
Harry, come here! They're waiting for you!
Harry stood up in bewilderment. Is it impossible for the Dursleys to come? He walked across the hall with Hermione, opened the door and entered the conference room.
As soon as he entered the door, he heard Fleur chatting non-stop with her mother in French.
Fleur's little sister, Gabriel, held her mother's hand, staring at Maca by the window with big bright and pure eyes, without blinking.
And Maca standing by the window looks a bit bleak.
I don't know who opened the window, but the warm wind from outside blew in, messed up his hair, and coated him with a vicissitudes of life.
Oh! Dad, Mom! Are you really here? Hermione said in surprise. Is this all right? Do you understand where this is? Oh my God!
Then, turning his head, Harry saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, looking at him with wide smiles.
Didn't expect that! Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically, and Harry walked forward with a smile on his face, We want to come and watch you compete, Harry!
She leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
How are you? Bill smiled and shook Harry's hand. Charlie wants to come too, but he can't leave. He said the scene where you killed the Horntail was so wonderful, it's unbelievable!
Harry noticed Fleur Delacour eyeing Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder. It was obvious that she had nothing against long hair and earrings with fangs.
But after just looking at it, she turned her head back again.
It's very kind of you, Harry said softly to Mrs. Weasley, I still miss Dursley.
Well.
Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. She had avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but her eyes lit up every time she heard their names.
It's good to be back, Bill said, looking at the conference room. I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the mad knight still there? Sir Cadogan?
Oh, still! said Harry, who had met Sir Cadogan last year.
Where's the Fat Lady? Bill asked.
She was there when I was at school, said Mrs Weasley, and she gave me a hard time one day when I didn't get back to my dormitory until four o'clock in the morning.
What are you doing outside the dorm at four in the morning? Bill said, looking at his mother in amazement.
Mrs. Weasley smiled, eyes shining.
I was walking with your father, and he was caught by Apollyon Prinlo, the dormitory supervisor at the time. Your father still has the mark on his body!
Show us around, Harry? Bill said.
Okay, Harry said, suddenly caught sight of Maca out of the corner of his eye, and he stopped immediately, There's Maca here! Shall we go together?
Oh, we thought about it too, Mrs. Weasley said regretfully, but McClain said that he has something to think about, so he can't hang out with us.
Uh...really? Harry thought for a while, It's okay, he likes to think, and he usually does. If that's the case, then...
Harry turned his head and looked towards Maka again, only to see that the other party turned his head hastily, pretending not to see him.
What's the matter, Harry? Bill asked strangely.
No, it's nothing... Harry scratched his scalp and said with a puzzled expression, I just feel a little...um...it's okay, it must be an illusion?
Maca is often alone in normal times, who knows what he is busy with recently? It's better for him not to bother.
To be honest, he really doesn't dare to get close to Maca now, because it will always remind him of some bad memories.
Under Gabriel's clear gaze, the boy by the window flicked his hair and sighed softly:
Oh! The wind is so noisy today!
