The obscure and humid breath can not be diffused in this double secret room. Even breathing in this room will have a heavy and stagnant feeling.

Rotten black wood leaned loosely against the corner of the wall, barely supporting the bookcase and maintaining the posture of thousands of years ago.

A corner of the desk had collapsed, revealing the ancient stone wall that was slightly green behind.

Although it is said that there are traces of corruption due to time everywhere, it will make people wonder why they have not turned into a black land silently in the past millennium rather than lamenting the passage of years.

It's been long enough. Without the protection of magic, I'm afraid not to mention Marca. Even in Dumbledore's time, I wouldn't have seen such a scene for a long time.

"Maybe there is magic protection here, but because Salazar Slytherin doesn't intend to keep it for future generations, the magic time left is not so long..."

Maka 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 out a book from under the collapsed wet board, he found that they were even worse.

All the pages of the book are stuck together by some greasy material. Even if you tear out a page to have a look, you can't distinguish the handwriting on it at all.

As for the desk next to it, it was empty. There were only two meaningless scratches on the table, as if telling someone a story that no one knew.

There seems to be nothing valuable left in this secret room.

But even so, Maka is still looking at everything here carefully - since the virtual shadow left by salacha can be seen outside, there must be some clues left here, but he hasn't found it yet.

While he was searching for something in the corner of the secret room, as if he felt something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall behind him——

There was nothing carved or decorated on the stone wall. Only wet Brown moss grew and spread between the brick joints. It looked greasy and disgusting.

No, he did sense it just now. There was an extremely subtle magic wave passing by.

After thinking about it, Maka stretched out her wand and pointed to the position. A trace of magic spread from the tip of the wand. The next second, he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded thoughtfully.

If he guessed correctly, there had been a magic solidified there, but the magic used to maintain it had been exhausted.

The magic he just sent was swallowed up, which is the best proof.

After thinking for a moment, Maka put her wand against the stone wall and handed out a magic force based on the principle of flashback spell, trying to urge it to work again.

With the magic injection, countless green light spots and debris gushed out in the cracks of the stone bricks, gathered around Maka and whirled around

Maka always paid attention to these light particles, but did not find any signs of danger. It just swirled around him like a group of tiny fireflies.

He could feel that the consumption of this solidified magic was not high, and it was not a powerful thing.

When Maka's magic was injected to a certain extent, those light particles suddenly drifted away, just like repairing this stone chamber, covering everything here with a layer of illusory light green virtual shadow.

Looking at this, it is very similar to the virtual shadow of salacha seen at the entrance before.

Maka put down her wand and looked back. She immediately found that a sometimes blurred and sometimes clear map appeared on the stone wall above the desk.

"The map of the world a thousand years ago?" Maka couldn't help grinning. "It's much more detailed than Roy Na's nautical chart..."

Unfortunately, everything he sees now is just an illusion. When the magic is consumed, it will return to its previous state.

After looking around and finding that there was nothing else suspicious, he focused on the map.

This map contains a large amount of information, but it is all kinds of places thousands of years ago. It is marked with ancient magic words. Maka can roughly understand it.

But today, the ancient cities and settlements have long been ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of history. The places on the map have no meaning at all. Even if he looks at them, it is difficult to find anything worthy of attention.

There was a red circle that made him look more.

As recorded in the book of sin, that is where the monument of bewitchment is now located - Albania.

Whether it was brought by Salazar Slytherin or not, at least for now, it is certain that he has definitely been there. Just the note next to the red circle stunned Maka.

"Despicable... Haier bo... Grave?"

The three words composed of ancient magic words had no deep meaning. They were simple and straightforward, but Maka couldn't help taking a breath.

As the oldest and most powerful black wizard known in the literature, almost all wizards learned about him through childhood fairy tales.

But even if the black wizard is a household name, in fact, the people who really know him are not in case.

Most people would have thought that he lived at the same time as the big four of Hogwarts if they had not checked it specifically.

However, in order to understand the information about the Horcrux invented by the old man, Maka consulted quite a lot of materials.

According to sporadic records, the despicable halbo was a black wizard active in ancient Greece, at least a thousand years earlier than the life of the four giants of Hogwarts!

This is an ancient monster worthy of the name!

"... well... When was the heyday of magic?" when the name of such an old monster suddenly appeared, Maka began to feel a little guilty.

The loss of magic is so tragic that people lose the benchmark for judgment. When future generations try to explore the traces left by their ancestors, they will inevitably be timid, so that they cannot advance inch by inch.

Even Maka, who has been exposed to the power of rules, feels a little powerless at this moment.

"Slytherin dares to go. I dare not go if it doesn't make sense..."

After continuing to check in the secret room, Maka, who had no other harvest, glanced at the increasingly illusory map, took a deep breath and stepped out of the stone room shrouded by the illusion again.

……

The time was not rich this time. After Maka cleaned up a little, she avoided the sight of others and kept on heading for Albania.

In Britain, only Gatwick Airport has direct flights to Albania. In order to be efficient, Maka had to ride a broomstick and fly at full speed for more than 30 kilometers. The wind blew her face numb all the way.

But what can be done? He can't move with the phantom. He's desperate!

It was not until the afternoon that he was able to board the plane to Tirana, the capital of Albania, and the trip really began.

"... no, this one should be here."

On the plane, Muggles are bored doing some things to pass the time, such as reading, or... Playing puzzles.

Next to Maka sat a father and daughter whose father was about 40 years old. The girl was about the same age as Maka.

Maka was sitting by the porthole, and the girl was sitting... Well, in the aisle, which was ruthlessly occupied by her father.

At the moment, the gentleman looking uncle is spelling out a landscape puzzle. Her daughter occasionally directs it, but they have been spelling it for more than an hour, but only one corner of the whole picture has been spelled out.

Maka leaned by the porthole, her hands crossed in front of her chest, lazily watching them fight, but she was thinking about other things.

The flight duration of this flight is expected to be about 4 hours. When it arrives in Tirana, it is estimated that it is just late at night.

Another hour later, the father and daughter worked together to smash the mess with each other, and finally spelled out the four corners and four sides. It can be seen that this has brought them great confidence.

However, just then, the plane suddenly shook!

When the plane meets the airflow, it will always make people feel a little frightened, but Maka "puffed" and laughed unkindly.

Who can think of it?

The father and daughter spent more than two hours making a small half. As a result, the plane shook and the pieces on the puzzle board crashed and flew.

In their frightened eyes, their previous efforts came to naught at this moment.

The girl stamped her feet in anger. When she heard Maka's laughter, she ignored her shyness and glared at him.

"Sorry..." Maka said happily, "I also like puzzles. Let me help you!"

He helped pick up the puzzle pieces scattered on the ground, then took the puzzle board in the gentleman's uncle's hand, and put it together under the dubious eyes of the father and daughter.

No matter how complex the puzzle is, it is far less difficult than building a rune matrix. Maka has long been used to this boring job of finding rules.

Edges and corners are really the easiest to spell, and can also be used as a benchmark for subsequent puzzles. When he has completed the whole circle, the jigsaw puzzle near the edge can judge the approximate area according to the color block.

He was stunned by the father and daughter next to him.

More than ten minutes later, a world-class masterpiece the last supper was displayed in front of the three.

"This is... So cool!" the girl flashed her eyes and said in an incredible way.

But Maka was stunned with the puzzle board and staring at the work of Leonardo da Vinci, a famous Italian artist.