Chapter 723 The Freshly Unearthed Immortal
If it is a freshly unearthed thousand-year-old cultural relic, no matter whether it is an archaeologist in the Muggle world or a relic investigator in the wizarding world, it will probably be ecstatic.
But if that cultural relic is alive... To be honest, I'm afraid everyone will be shocked.
Right now, Ensi was frightened, and he was really frightened. After all, it would not be a good idea to make such a big commotion under that huge stone monument.
As a first-year student who sneaked out of Hogwarts, it would be nice to be able to gain something here, and the next thing to consider is how to sneak back safe and sound.
If I can go back to school alive, I will accept any punishment, my lord.
Riding on a broomstick, Ens lowered his body and moved quickly along the almost straight central passageway. The surrounding tomb walls were constantly trembling, and the fine gravel and dust fell down one after another, making him almost unable to keep his eyes open.
But he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the oppressive feeling coming from behind did not disappear at all because of the rapid distance, but instead had a tendency to become stronger and stronger.
Wow--
Suddenly, a strong force came from Ensi's back, knocking him off the broom.
This fall was really hard for him, and after falling off the broomstick, he slid a long way on the ground of the tomb passage.
Although he only felt burning pains all over his body, and it was obvious that the skin was worn everywhere, he still couldn't help but secretly rejoiced—at least there weren't too many obstacles in this tomb passage, otherwise if he scratched something Things, I'm afraid it's not just a simple thing like scratches.
However, now is not the time to feel at ease, it might be better to say that the danger is close at hand.
Before he had time to think about it, Ensi could only endure the pain and quickly turn over and get up. His only thought at the moment was to get away from here immediately, no matter what it was just now, it was obviously not a good sign.
But before Ensi's hands that propped up his upper body left the ground, a section of black robe hem suddenly appeared in front of him.
This sudden unknown figure made Ensi stiff all over. Although he didn't feel any pressure from the other party at all, as if it was just an ordinary person passing by him, his intuition told him - it's best not to move around!
I don't know when, the vibration in the depths of the underground palace suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world calmed down at this moment.
But at this moment, a particularly deep and vicissitudes of life sounded suddenly, and Ensi couldn't help his heart beat violently. He heard that the other party said something, but he didn't even understand a word.
If the language can communicate, then maybe he can figure out some possibility of survival from this person's words, and maybe even find a way to create some hope of escape for himself.
But if there is no dialogue at all, things are clearly going from bad to worse.
What to do? What to do? What to do……
With a strong will to survive, Ensi couldn't stop thinking for a moment. Even he himself understood that the guy who was pressed under the stele by Salazar Slytherin was definitely some kind of hopeless existence.
Do not move.
Suddenly, another voice passed by Ens' ears.
The voice was undoubtedly familiar, but he had no time to think about it.
Because, the moment he heard the voice, an extremely cold blue-white beam passed directly above him, mercilessly penetrating the figure standing in front of him. And then, the beam of light was exhausted, and then landed on the stone wall of the tomb passage behind the figure, completely coating a large area of masonry with a layer of crystal clear hoarfrost.
In the next second, a force accurately grabbed Ensi's back collar, and pulled Ensi who was still half-kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move.
When Ensi was surprised to find that his feet had touched the floor tiles of the tomb passage, he subconsciously looked to his side—it was a back that didn't seem very tall, but at this moment, it was more than anyone else. A majestic figure should make people feel at ease and reliable.
McLean...Professor? Ensi said in a daze, You...that blue-white light just now...what kind of spell is that?
That's right, Maca, who noticed the accident in the distant mountains, finally arrived—although he couldn't be said to be very timely.
Maca didn't even look back at Ensi's surprise and surprise.
Don't relax, my blow just now didn't even hurt a single hair of that guy.
Hearing this, Ensi couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the place just now. But it was this glance that made him realize... the original figure of the man was slowly becoming distorted, and with a few slight tremors and shakes, the figure gradually disappeared in place.
Is that also a magic image? Ensi's eyes widened, and he looked deeper into the tomb passage, as if he wanted to find the real location of the man.
That's not necessarily— Maca stared at the front, holding the staff tightly in the palm of his right hand, while his left hand handed the Hogwarts Portkey to Ens behind him, Take this.
Although Maca at this moment wanted to ask this kid carefully, it was obviously impossible for that person who still existed somewhere to give him time to understand the situation with good intentions. So, after casually exhorting Ensi, he suddenly shifted his gaze to a position not far to the right.
There's nothing there, at least that's how it looks to Ince from behind. But he also knew that with Macana's strength and experience far surpassing his, his words and deeds should have a solid basis.
And in the next moment, the facts quickly proved Ensi's guess.
Helbo?
Maca standing in front called out unusually calmly towards the direction he was looking at. This word and syllable was somewhat familiar to Ensi, even though Maca used some ancient language that he didn't know.
Well?
When Maca finished speaking, accompanied by a low moan from the open space, the figure just now also appeared on his own initiative.
Hmph...Young man, we finally meet.
Although the other party did not respond positively, Maca knew that this old wizard with white beard and hair in a black fringed robe was obviously the notorious ancient black wizard powerhouse known as Despicable Haier Wave guy.
The age when this old guy was first active was even much earlier than the four founders of Hogwarts. According to the few records available, he seemed to have been born in ancient Greece before BC.
However, as a wizard who invented the terrible black magic tool Horcrux, he abruptly distanced himself from death by more than two thousand years. Perhaps Slytherin had tried to kill him back then, but obviously failed, so he could only be suppressed under the Bewitching Monument until today.
Of course, judging from what happened to Enns, Salazar Slytherin seemed to have left some tricks to plot Haierbo, but due to many mistakes, it was still a bad move after all.
Maca didn't know much about Slytherin for the time being, but this did not prevent him from having a preliminary understanding of the old monster standing opposite him.
Yes! Maca looked at the other party and said, We finally met.
He had already guessed the possibility that Hai Erbo was still alive, but he really didn't want to meet this guy. If possible, he felt that it would be the most comfortable thing for this guy to be crushed to the bottom of the Bewitching Monument until he could never get out.
As far as Maca speculates about the theory that the older the age, the stronger the wizard's strength, it's hard to guess how powerful an old and immortal guy like Hai Erbo is.
He will not underestimate himself, but he has always been unafraid to speculate on the occurrence of the situation with the worst assumptions. He needs to be cautious about what to do next.
When Maca responded calmly, Haierbo looked at Maca with interest. He didn't even care that Maca was not far away from him, and he turned his head to glance at the frost-colored ice crystal condensed by the cooling rules.
The power of the first level of rules. Hai Erbo caressed his long pale beard, nodded slightly, good control... It can be seen that you have put a lot of effort into understanding.
After admiring Maca, he raised his pale eyebrows again, more or less with emotion.
Unexpectedly, I thought that wizards' research on the 'essence of magic' would continue to decline over time, and they would be replaced by a rough but more reliable 'form'...
That is to say, I have been lying under the stone tablet for nearly a thousand years, but the ideal era of 'popularization of magic' has become more and more distant?
Speaking of this, Hai Erbo paused for a while, then smiled lightly and said:
That arrogant boy Merlin, what did he say that he wanted me to see the absolute popularity of magic with my own eyes, and he ran to show magic to ordinary people for this reason, but in the end he was played by that little girl named Vivian and applauded Among...
From Haierbo's words, Maca got a lot of information at once. However, he didn't really want to know about Merlin's deeds, after all, it didn't seem to have much to do with him.
However, the word popularization of magic really confirmed his many speculations.
Talking about the mysteries of magic with an old guy who has lived for such a long time is undoubtedly the luck that many wizards dream of, but if the other party is an out-and-out dark wizard, then things are completely different.
Maca shook his head, and didn't even think about correcting Haierbo's speculation, it was all irrelevant. He wants to know now what this old bastard will do next.
If possible, he doesn't want to be hostile to it easily - although this may be an extravagant wish.
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