Maka didn't really see anything surprising, but because he suddenly remembered that the one who invented the method of making Horcruxes was lying under the ground?

That makes sense.

No matter how many Horcruxes the despicable halber has made for himself, and whether he has lost his reason because of his incomplete soul, the most important thing is that he may not be dead!

What should I do if I want to deal with a guy who can resurrect indefinitely?

Maka immediately lowered her head and looked at the base of the bewitching monument with hesitation - the despicable halbo was mostly sealed under the coffin brought by Slytherin.

However, this seems to be different from the situation described in the book of sin?

That doesn't mention any mean halbo.

Moreover, although Maka walked around the bewitching monument just now, she didn't find any trace related to Slytherin.

Then, in the book of sin, how does the "future self" know?

The bewitching monument is as dark as ink, and its surface is as bright and clean as new. There are no other details to see except some simple and rough patterns on the base.

Since there are no clues around, it's either up or down——

"... no, no, I haven't lived enough!" Maka subconsciously glanced at the base of the stone tablet, then stepped on a magic book and steadily rose to the top of the bewitching tablet.

The top of the stone tablet, which was as black as jade, was still as flat as a knife. Although some stones and dust fell on it, slightly masking its own black, it was still black and white.

Maka didn't dare to touch the stone tablet easily, but first hovered in the sky for a while, and suddenly he found a silver flash in the corner of his eyes.

He looked at the glowing wand in his hand and immediately flew to the place where the flash loomed.

"This is..."

Behind a pile of rubble, the silver glittered in Maka's sight again, constantly reflecting the light emitted by the magic wand luminous spell.

"... snake stick?"

He waved his wand, removed the messy stones and cleaned up the dust. Then, a shining silver snake staff was completely revealed.

It was so obliquely inserted on the stone tablet, just like an iron nail on the board. It was inconspicuous, but it was deeply rooted on it. Even the bewitching tablet had several fine cracks.

Now Maka finally understood why Salazar Slytherin sealed the stone of bewitchment in the book of evil. It seems that the stone of bewitchment is still sealed.

Unexpectedly, Slytherin not only sealed the bewitching monument, but also sealed the despicable halbo with the bewitching monument!

This is a beautiful serial seal, one ring after another, which is really amazing!

But when Maka was still nodding his head for Slytherin's masterpiece, the bewitching monument was still conveying to him some seductive messages, wave after wave, as if it would never stop.

……

Whenever people think of what else has not been done, time will always run so fast that you can't catch up with your belt.

In Harry's nervousness and Hermione's expectation, June 23 passed quietly.

The next morning, birds flew over the castle and chirped to announce the gradual rise of the temperature; The sky was blue and blue, as if it had been painted several times by an oil brush, and there was no cloud.

Oh - Merlin's heel!

The third event of the top three competition will come tonight! And three... Well, I mean, four warriors will come together and win the trophy!

The students of the three schools are very excited, but they don't expect their warriors to win the championship - even the little Wizards of demstrom!

This is entirely because every time Maka competes, she seems to be lazy and unable to lift her spirit, which makes them not sure whether Maka will paddle freely and give up the trophy in the third event.

But relatively speaking, Hogwarts students are more excited.

Especially at Gryffindor college, they began to quarrel at the dinner table early in the morning. No way, there are two warriors in Hogwarts, both at Gryffindor college. Don't they cheer more?

But Harry was very nervous. He didn't look very well. It was estimated that he might be nervous and have a stomachache at that time - the experience in the maze was too scary. Now he has a shadow over the top three.

The students have been taking exams all day

Yes, it has entered the examination week in recent days, but the warriors of the top three are exempted from the examination.

While everyone was rustling in front, Harry and Hermione sat at the back of the classroom, looking through books for some spells available in the game.

"Even if you can find one more!" Harry thought all the time, but he didn't get much.

"Porter, Granger, the warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," said Professor McGonagall, walking to Gryffindor's long table.

"But the game only started in the evening!"

Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on him - he thought he remembered the wrong time!

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Relatives of the warriors have been invited to the finals. You can meet them."

When Professor McGonagall walked away, Harry looked at her back and was stunned.

"She doesn't think the Dursleys will come?" he asked Ron blankly.

"I don't know," said Ron. "Oh... Harry, I have to hurry. I'll be late for the exam. See you later..."

Harry quietly finished his breakfast in the deserted auditorium.

He saw Furong Delacour get up from Ravenclaw's table and enter the conference room with his sister. After a while, "Maka" also walked there calmly.

But Harry sat still. He really didn't want to go.

"Hermione, you go first! It must not be easy for your parents to come once..."

Harry knew that he had no relatives - no relatives willing to risk their lives to see him.

"What are you talking about!" Hermione said with her waist crossed. "Do you remember what Marca said? Are you going to leave him there alone?"

"Oh... Yes, you're right..."

Just as he got up slowly, the door of the conference room opened and "Maka" leaned out his head.

"Harry, hurry up! They're waiting for you!"

Harry stood up in confusion - the Dursleys couldn't have come? He and Hermione walked through the hall, pushed the door and entered the conference room.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Furong chattering with her mother in French.

Hibiscus's little sister Gabriel took her mother's hand, looked at Maka by the window with bright and pure eyes, and stared at her without blinking.

The "Maka" standing by the window looks a little desolate.

I don't know who opened the window. The warm wind outside blew in, disordered his hair and plated him with a layer of vicissitudes of life.

"Oh! Mom and Dad! Are you really here?" Hermione said in surprise. "Is that all right? Do you understand where this is? Oh - my God!"

Then Harry turned and saw Mrs. Weasley and bill standing in front of the fireplace, smiling at him.

"I didn't expect it!" said Mrs. Weasley warmly, and Harry came forward with a smile. "We want to come and see you play, Harry!"

She leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek.

"How are you?" bill smiled and shook hands with Harry. "Charlie wanted to come, but he couldn't leave. He said that the scene where you killed the tree bee was really wonderful. It was incredible!"

Harry noticed that Furong Delacour looked at bill with interest over his mother's shoulder. It can be seen that she has no aversion to long hair and earrings with sharp teeth.

But after a look, she turned her head back.

"That's very kind of you," Harry said softly to Mrs. Weasley. "I still want to -- Dursley --"

"Well."

Mrs. Weasley heaved her mouth. She has always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but her eyes get angry every time she hears their names.

"It's nice to be back," said bill, looking at the conference room. "I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the picture of the crazy Knight still there, sir cardogan?"

"Oh, still there!" said Harry, who met Sir cardogan last year.

"Where's the fat lady?" Bill asked.

"She was there when I went to school," said Mrs. Weasley. "One day I didn't go back to my dormitory until 4 a.m. and she gave me a hard lecture --"

"What are you doing outside the dormitory at four in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in surprise.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes shining.

"I was walking with your father. He was caught by Apollon prillo, the warden at that time - your father still has a mark on his body!"

"Show us around, Harry?" said bill.

"Well," said Harry, catching a glimpse of Marca from the corner of his eye. He stopped at once. "Marca is still there! Shall we join us?"

"Oh -- we want to --" Mrs. Weasley said sadly, "but McLean said he couldn't hang out with us if he had something to think about."

"Uh... Really?" Harry thought. "It's all right. He likes to think. He usually does. In that case, that..."

Harry looked back and looked at "Marca" again, but he saw that the other party was hurrying back and pretending not to see himself.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Bill asked strangely.

"No, nothing..." Harry scratched his scalp and said with a puzzled look on his face, "it just feels like a little... Well... It's all right. It should be an illusion?"

Maka is usually alone. Who knows what she has been busy with recently? He still doesn't bother.

To be honest, he really doesn't dare to get close to Maka now, because it always reminds him of some bad memories.

In Gabriel's clear eyes, the "boy" by the window shook his hair and sighed softly:

"Oh! The wind is so noisy today!"