Chapter 988 Unnecessary Doom

This is a tomb.

I mean, it's not a bar like the outside that's been punched out and reinforced with modern materials. It is a real tomb that has only been cleaned and used as a wine cellar.

After clearing away the debris at the door, Maca pushed the door in without hesitation, and then he came to this tomb made of only bricks and mud.

If you can adapt to the dark environment here, it is not difficult to find that in addition to a large number of wine barrels stacked here, there are even clear marks on the ground after the coffin was removed.

It can be seen that the owner of this Crypt Bar is indeed not lying. It must have been a real catacomb a few years ago.

However, this is not so important to today's Maca.

From the very beginning, he just groped along the remnants of magic power, and he didn't care at all about where this place was.

But in fact, right now he already understood that he had indeed found the right place!

Just by closing his eyes for a while, Maca clearly observed the huge abnormality in this tomb in his perception of magic power.

He can see that the magic power here is obviously orderly in chaos, they are intertwined with each other like a bunch of messed up silk threads, but they are intertwined, curled up, and move extremely smoothly.

From time to time, one or two silk threads stick out from inside. They penetrated the wall of the tomb without hindrance, and extended all the way to the outside world. No one knew where their destination would be.

But at least Maca understood—he knew that the thing woven by the many magic threads entangled like a ball of yarn was called bad luck.

but,

Is it really just creating and spreading bad luck here?

No, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

But Maka suddenly took out his staff, and outlined a soul rule rune on the spot. Under the exclusion of the soul rules, those magic power threads were forcibly squeezed away, exposing a group of runes hidden in the center to Maca's perception.

This source of bad luck, which spreads bad luck and caused many strange deaths of Muggles, is obviously arranged here by a wizard with evil intentions.

And since the black wizard did this, there must be a further reason.

Otherwise, there is no benefit to be gained simply by spreading bad luck and causing death, so why would the other party do it? Is it really just for your own pleasure?

Is it to create fear and collect the energy of negative emotions? Or, simply to collect the souls of many dead?

According to the many black magic materials since ancient times, it is not difficult for Maca to come up with the two most likely conjectures.

Needless to say, this is probably Haierbo's 'masterpiece' again.

Before he finished speaking, he swung the magic staff in his hand, and the power of soul rules rushed away. Although the rune combination used to create bad luck is special, it is not a regular rune, and how can it resist the real rule attack.

In just a few seconds, the entire structure was blown away by Maca's soul rules, and disappeared as a sudden burst of chaotic magic fluctuations.

And those magical threads that had been entangled in this tomb before had no foundation, and soon appeared a tendency to collapse.

However, Maca, who quickly solved this source of bad luck, did not just relax like that.

As far as the investigation just now is concerned, although those threads of doom seem scary, they are not enough to cause so many Muggles to die.

In this way, it is actually not difficult to imagine that the source of the bad luck is obviously more than this one.

After thinking about it this way, Maca naturally didn't want to stay here to waste any more time.

You know, maybe in the few minutes he was thinking, there were a few Muggles out there who suffered bad luck and lost their precious lives for some silly reasons.

...

Since the afternoon of that day, Maca has devoted himself to eliminating the source of bad luck. Not only that, but in the process of chasing bad luck again and again, he never forgot to pay attention to the traces that Hai Erbo might leave.

Now, except for Haierbo, the black wizard who can do all this and still has such a motive, he no longer thinks about it.

And he kept his head buried in tracing for such a long time, and before he knew it, he was busy until the next morning.

To be honest, it cannot be said that there was no gain after a whole night of exploration. But it was also the only discovery during this period that caused more doubts in Maca's heart.

Of course, the details have to start from the moment when Maca saw directly for the first time, the moment when a Muggle was entangled by the silk thread of doom.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Maca was flying over a street.

It was an ordinary street with only street lights on, and on both sides were families who had already slept peacefully. Where street lights are out of reach, the darkness of night becomes the main color here.

But after all, Maca didn't just rely on his eyes to observe. No matter how dark the environment was, he still found a Muggle man lying there sleeping soundly from the garden bushes by the side of the street.

Immediately, Maca, who passed by at a low altitude, turned around and quickly landed on the edge of the bush.

For so long, I just followed the traces of the magic silk thread, but this time I was lucky, and directly found an object who was being entangled by the silk thread...

Thinking of this, he stepped over the not-so-high bushes and bent down to look at the dark grass.

Lying here is a man in pajamas.

I don't know if it was brought here by someone, or he sleepwalked here by himself. In short, he was either sleeping before he came here, or he must be on his way to sleep.

And because he is being entangled in the thread of doom, Maca is actually not surprised by his current situation-no matter how he got here, it is obviously not surprising.

What Maca cares most about now is actually the state of this man.

After leaning over to check carefully, Maca found that this man was indeed still alive, and he was alive and well! The bad luck that befell him for no reason, though it made him lie in the bushes in the middle of the night, did not let him die a tragic death.

Well, if he is allowed to continue lying here, at most he will catch a cold from the cold tomorrow.

So, is he going to die next?

Maca straightened up and looked around a few times - he didn't know when this man would die, he only knew that he probably wouldn't die in a short time.

However, when it comes to things like luck, there are obviously no signs to follow.

He was thinking this way, but he didn't expect that the thread of doom wrapped around the man's body suddenly loosened at this moment!

what?

Maca watched as the magic thread detached from the man's body little by little, and dissipated by itself. In just a moment, it lost its original form, leaving only faintly discernible residual fluctuations in the air.

Is this... the end?

This is just a product condensed by the combination of runes, and it will not disperse voluntarily because of the appearance of Maca-it does not have any self-awareness!

In this way, there seems to be only one answer left.

Could it be that my preconceptions were wrong from the beginning? In fact, what this bad luck caused was simply 'disappearance', not 'death'?

In the Mundungus report, there were disappearances and deaths, and the two almost accompanied each other.

But if this bad luck is only to the extent that people will disappear, then what is the reason for Haier Potter to do such unnecessary things?

To confuse the public? Obviously not.

Because only a very small number of wizards can sense magic power, and Maca is probably the only one in London. If Haierbo did this, not only would he not mislead Maca, but he would also provide him with traceable clues for free.

If Haierbo wanted to confuse Maca, then he had succeeded, but what's the point?

Maca seemed very puzzled by this, but he didn't get too entangled because of it. After casually throwing the man in the bush at the door of a certain house, he followed the residual magic wave and continued to do his cleaning work.

And this continuation, he suddenly reached the dawn.

...

Just before dawn, Maca temporarily suspended his busy work in and around London and returned to St. Mungo's.

No matter how capable he is, he is still just a normal person, and he also needs rest and sleep to supplement the exhaustion of energy that cannot be completely replenished by the potion.

After sending a secret letter to the Order of the Phoenix, he returned to the temporary bed in the potion preparation room, and honestly caught up on sleep.

And during the few hours he sleeps, Lupine will gradually distribute the investigation work to more members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Although it is difficult for ordinary wizards to track such vague magic fluctuations even if they have alchemy tools, it is still no problem for Mundungus to secretly follow Muggle cases like Mundungus.

The most important thing now is that there are not enough clues, especially what Hai Erbo may leave behind.

However, while some members of the Order of the Phoenix and Maca are gradually getting busy, the last few days of the Christmas holiday seem to be gradually running out.

With the current state, even Maca himself is not sure whether he can go back to teach everyone after school starts.

But what made him even more unexpected was that on the last day of the Christmas holiday, he also encountered a powerful wizard whose identity was so suspicious that it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

If Hai Erbo is a huge hazard that has already been determined, then this other wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him is a new sign of danger.

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