Chapter 43 Meeting on a narrow road, the ruthless wins

When Hermione was facing the vicious and vicious Voldemort, an excited smile appeared on Maca's face.

Ha! Finally—finally done!

He was sitting in the Room of Requirement, and on the table in front of him was a piece of parchment with a glyph on it that shone with a strange icy-blue glow. What was even more astonishing was that the whole piece of parchment exuded a faint chill, and there were even ice flakes continuously spreading and congealing on the surface.

Sure enough, Maca exclaimed, It's amazing! This is the rule, and it represents the cooling rule of matter! This is the connection between spirit and matter!

He carefully took out the Scroll of Truth from his pocket—it was contained in a cylinder by Maca, and as he slowly unfolded it, each symbol was conveying various information to him.

Do these—each of them represent a rule? Maca moved his eyes slowly, looking at the magical symbols, and couldn't help admiring, I really can't imagine who discovered them one by one. , and recorded on this scroll... This is indeed the 'Scroll of Truth', and what is recorded on it are all eternal truths!

Although he has not yet been able to parse out all the rule runes above, but as long as he has a good start, I believe the next step will be much less difficult.

Well, it's already very late today, let's go to bed first! He said casually, reinstalled the Scroll of Truth, and carefully put it back in his arms.

Maca casually scratched the rune representing cooling, and the rune immediately lost its effectiveness, and the ice crystals did not continue to increase. But in just a short while, a small half of the entire table was corroded by the cold air, and the edges were already covered with ice edges.

It can be seen that the speed of the rune's action is average, but as long as it is not destroyed, it will continue to proceed, which shows its power.

After packing up all his things, he took out the Immortal Yin Potion and took a sip, then left the Room of Requirement.

Hogwarts at night was as dark as ever, but Maca had long been used to it. He walked downstairs briskly, traveling at a fast speed, but without making a sound.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, as if he saw something incredible.

Qiluo! Maca stared at the figure who ran out from the corridor on the fourth floor and went downstairs quickly, with an expression of disbelief, What is that in his hand? The Philosopher's Stone? Could it be—

Maca knew what he had missed. The Philosopher's Stone was exposed when Quirrell's sleeves fluttered up, revealing a faint golden light, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark.

How is it possible! Maca followed quickly, he was in a state of invisibility at the moment, and was accidentally discovered by Quirrell.

Quirrell is fast, Maca is faster. Those dark days in Torpoint were not in vain. His speed was extremely fast, and he followed Quirrell steadily, but the other party didn't notice him at all.

When the two turned a corner, Maca was surprised again.

Hermione?

Maybe it was because he paid too much attention to the golden awn of the Philosopher's Stone just now, or because the angle was wrong, until now, he found Hermione who was held by Qilotte.

She seemed to be enchanted, and she was held motionless by Quirrell's side, but she was as light as air.

What should I do? Maca hesitated, he couldn't do it easily, the opponent had a hostage in his hand.

This happened again, although Maca had already prepared countermeasures because of Luna's lesson last time. But at this critical moment, he hesitated again in his heart.

No matter how effective the means were, he was always afraid that something might happen, so he decided to wait.

Although he didn't know why Dumbledore hadn't appeared yet, Maca believed that the unfathomable great white wizard must still be in control of all this.

Follow all the way, the speed of both sides is quite fast,

After a while, they came to the gate of Hogwarts.

Quirrell's goal was to leave Hogwarts, but he couldn't Apparate within the range of the castle, so he must escape from this range, there is still a chance!

But until he passed Hagrid's hut, Dumbledore still didn't appear - he couldn't wait.

Maca reached into the inside of his robe, then slammed a pink bottle straight at Quirrell. With a finger of his wand, the bottle suddenly shattered, and a pink mist enveloped Quirrell's whole body.

The flames are raging! Maca waved his wand, precisely controlling the flames to form a flame circle on the ground, enclosing Quirrell and the pink mist in the center.

Hold your breath! A deep voice sounded, but then he added, Idiot! I need to spend extra effort to do it myself.

That's Voldemort!

As he spoke, he controlled Quirrell to step over the fire circle without even burning a piece of clothing, which should be the effect of the Freezing Spell.

Quirrell, who came out of the flames, had red eyes shining brightly, looking a little scary.

The atomization effect of the sleeping pill is really too low, Maca stared at him calmly, but his hand didn't stop at all.

Armor protection. Bones to pieces!

The two spells were completed almost at the same time, but Maca seemed to be a little earlier, and Voldemort's spell was blocked. Not only that, Voldemort's spell was even bounced back by the magic shield that appeared in front of Maca. Voldemort quickly dodged, the light of the Shattering Curse brushed past him, and the cuffs became tattered for a moment.

It does seem to be very weak. Maca carefully judged Voldemort's state, and waved his wand again - he wanted to suppress Voldemort and prevent him from threatening him with Hermione.

Disarm you! Armor protection!

It was another incantation that was shouted almost at the same time. On the surface, it seems that there is not much difference between the two in actual combat, but Maca knows in his heart that Voldemort's physical strength is a big problem. He is hunched over at the moment, which obviously makes people feel that there is more energy than energy.

Removing your weapon is just a very low difficulty spell, but the power of the spell is constantly changing with the strength of the user. A slender beam of crimson magic power released from the tip of Maca's wand directly broke the magic shield in front of Voldemort, and Quirrell's wand was spinning in the air, leaving the opponent's palm.

Damned!

At the same time as another spell was released, Maca walked like flying, bursting out at his fastest speed. He wanted to get Hermione back as soon as possible, so that he could better hold on to the advantage he had finally gained.

Three steps... two steps... that's almost... enough! Maca counted the distance in his heart, and threw back with all his strength after grabbing Hermione.

Just as Maca was feeling down, he caught a glimpse of Hermione's terrified eyes.

The next moment, a big hand stretched out from Maca's back and grabbed his neck fiercely. The force was so great that even the nails were embedded in his skin.

The other hand grabbed Maca's wand and snatched it away.

Okay, very good! This is very good! Voldemort's voice came faintly from behind Maca, full of anger, I haven't seen such a talented little wizard for a long time.

You should be Maca McLean, right? Quirrell and I mentioned you... He said grimly, It's unbelievable that you can do this in just the first grade.

Hehe. Maca smiled dryly, How can it compare to you! I thought that your power is supreme, the great Dark Lord!

Hmph, Voldemort sneered, I rarely hear such hypocritical words.

No, I'm telling the truth! Maca's neck was strangled, which made him a little breathless, and he struggled to squeeze out the next sentence, I just want to save my friend, but I'm sorry You are not hostile, it is true! I swear to Merlin!

Well, if you will be my hostage and be obedient, then— Voldemort hadn't finished his contemptuous words when he noticed something changed, which made him stop what he wanted to say.

Dumbledore. Voldemort frowned, staring at a certain location not far away, where a figure appeared.

It seems that I arrived a bit late. Dumbledore also looked at him intently, with a look of regret or guilt in his eyes.

Maca looked at Dumbledore's figure and knew that he wanted to catch him by surprise, so he put a disillusionment spell on himself. Unexpectedly, it was still a step late, and he was first controlled by Voldemort.

What bad luck!

Maca thought to himself, but he said again: Dumbledore, I have already surrendered to the Dark Lord! Do you know? I don't need your help, the great Dark Lord is right! Dark magic is the key to every The ultimate magic that wizards should pursue, you stubborn old man with a big beard will not understand!

While Maca praised Voldemort in different ways, he secretly winked at Dumbledore, signaling him to take Hermione away as soon as possible.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Maca without saying a word, as if he was really stimulated by Maca's words.

Hmph, Voldemort said with a sneer, it seems that you really think so - I can understand, I have experienced it at your age. Especially since you are equally smart and have the same understanding of powerful magic. A deep longing...

In your spell, I can feel the ultimate destructive power. Well, if you can help me leave, I will give you a seat as a Death Eater.

There are always pros and cons of being a child. How to apply them flexibly and turn the disadvantages into benefits depends on the individual's ability, such as contempt. At this moment, Voldemort is still as arrogant as ever, which prevents him from seeing the truth of things as clearly as Dumbledore.

Maca just sent a random slander against Dumbledore, which made Voldemort have a good impression of him. Although it is unknown whether this good impression is true or not, it can be regarded as temporary security.

He cooperated with Voldemort to leave in the distance, Dumbledore moved his feet, but remained in place. Behind Dumbledore, Hermione, who was lying on the ground, stared at Maca as she drifted away, her eyes unblinking, her vision blurred by the accumulation of tears.