Eventually, Madam Pomfrey was unable to grant Joshua's desire to meet Maca. Because just this morning, Maca had already left Hogwarts alone.

This time, the place he was going to didn't have the coordinates of the portkey set in advance. To do this, he had to set off as early as possible, using Albania, the closest coordinate point to his destination, as a transit point, and spent the whole morning flying at high speeds.

By the time Maca braved the sea breeze to reach her destination, Joshua had just woken up from her hospital bed.

"It seems to be ...... here Haven't changed much? ”

Maca landed on an open beach, where the grains of sand washed by the tide day and night were particularly delicate, rustling when walking on it.

This is an island in the heart of the Mediterranean, and it is also the long-lost place in Maca's memory.

Even if you stand on the edge of the island, you only have to look far away into the center of the island to see a towering spire tower, the top of which is emitting a soft white light.

Although it had been a long time since Maca had last been here, he still remembered vividly that it was best not to fly casually on this island.

He walked briskly through the dense jungle of the island, and found that the magical creatures that inhabited it were still as diverse as in the past, but the number did not seem to be much different, and it was obvious that they had been maintained in a stable and natural ecological structure.

As she was running, Maca sped up again, deftly dodging the sparse and dense trees, and soon made her way through the vibrant jungle of the island.

Soon, when his eyes opened up, the striking tower appeared in his sight again.

Many of the steeple-roofed huts that stretched out of the outer wall of the tower were the same as they had been seen at first, except that the curved walls were noticeably more green vines than they had been the last time they had visited, giving some of the lower huts almost a full layer of vitality.

Maca looked up at the eagle-shaped coat of arms on the top floor of the tower, the golden eagle on a black background was distinctly colored, and it had not been stained with even a single trace of dust under the maintenance of magic.

Seeing this huge shield again, Maca's thoughts couldn't help but become a little complicated.

There are many ambiguities about the perception of Rowena Ravenclaw, both by word of mouth and in literature.

It's better to say that there are fewer things that are clear.

But most of the rumors about Rowena are positive, but this is an indisputable fact. Undoubtedly, this is the diametrically opposite of what Maca learned from the Book of Sin.

Truth be told, Maca is now able to possess this kind of power, and the rune table attached to the end of the Book of Sin is of great help. If he had relied entirely on himself to ponder the Scroll of Truth, he would not have known that the Year of the Monkey would have reached the level of understanding the power of the rules!

He had to believe what was recorded in the Book of Sin and the warnings he conveyed to his future self.

But just as he almost got into trouble because of a plan, he can't guarantee that his future self will not go wrong. In fact, he knew very well that even though he was holding a hint from the future in his hand, every step he took now still needed to be carefully explored by himself.

So, even though he now had the strength to clear many obstacles, and even though he still had doubts about whether Rowena was a madman seeking to destroy the world, he hadn't even gotten a step closer to the Ravenclaw Tower at Hogwarts Castle again.

From the existence of the bronze eaglet itself, it is clear that his magical research is far from reaching the level of Rowena. Until he could comprehend that kind of magic, he wouldn't be going to get involved in it easily.

And the upper level of the tower in front of him was the same for him.

“…… Elves, I've come to see you! ”

Standing in the clearing in front of the tower, Maca cast a sound-amplifying spell on herself, and then immediately shouted. But the language he used sounded strange.

During this period of time, whenever he had free time, he would open books to study and research, and even consumed a lot of intelligence enhancers, just for today's moment.

Learning a language is hard, and learning an ancient language is even more daunting.

From the first time he came here and found that he couldn't talk to the elves, he had the idea to study that language.

But then, when he left the island, he gave up again.

The elves here are obviously very different from the house-elves in the outside world, and it is difficult for him to connect the two without much difference in appearance.

For the elves who live here, perhaps ignorance of the wizarding world outside is the best future for them.

Because of this, Maca didn't want to study this useless language in the first place. In his opinion, it seems that it is also a good choice for them to continue to stay here and reproduce quietly.

But just recently, when Maca discovered that the Hogwarts garrison was quite empty, he was a little lacking in skills and once again started the idea of these wild elves on the island.

"Fine—"

Seeing that there seemed to be no movement around, Maca was about to shout again. But he had just come out of this shout, and before he could finish it, he heard a crackling sound in the space around him, and a large number of elves hula appeared beside him.

The sheer number of them directly surrounded him.

"Oops! Humans are shouting at us—"

"Wow! Finally, I saw humans again! Look at him, look at him, he's looking at me! ”

"Isn't this the same guy who came last time? I remember, I remember—I remember the taste of his magic! ”

"Yes, yes! He's grown taller again, much taller than the last time he came! ”

"It's not the human from last time, is it? His magic was a little cool, cold—"

The elves gathered Maca in the middle, and they spoke at a fast and messy pace, as if they were setting off firecrackers.

Maca had studied hard, but he was now discovering that it was still quite a difficult task to fully understand what they were saying.

"Wait!" Maca opened her arms and shouted, "Speak slowly—what you say—I just learned—"

"Hahaha! He said, 'I've just learned,' hahahaha-" An elf pointed at Maca and smiled back, "That's what my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather would say!" No, it's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa......"

"I wouldn't say that! My good grandson—" The other elf slapped his friend hard, and bent over to pretend to be old, "No, it's the grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson......"

Maca looked at the group of elves and laughed wildly, a little inexplicably.

"Get out of the way—get out of the way!"

Just as he was wondering, an old leprechaun pushed aside their little ones next to each other and walked slowly in front of Maca.

"It's all quiet! It's a guest! The elf elder said solemnly, "Have you forgotten the rules that your parents and elders taught you?" We don't need people who don't know the rules! ”

This reprimand made all the young goblins immediately shut their mouths, and the chaotic scene suddenly calmed down.

"Hello, may I ask who you are...... The patriarch here? Maka asked as clearly as she could, strictly following the rules of language written in the book.

"No, I'm not," the elf elder shook his head slightly, the passing years made the originally sharp elf voice become much older and lower, "On this island, there is no longer a patriarch, I am just relatively old." ”

"Yes and ...... Is Rowena related? Maca said curiously, "Oh, I mean—Royana Mira, you should know?" ”

"Yes, I know." The elven elder bowed slightly, "But there is no matter of the patriarch, and it has nothing to do with Royna Mira-"

He paused, then continued, "She is the pioneer of this island, and our ancestors only had a slight agreement with her. Aside from the most basic routine maintenance of her magical tower, we have not interfered with her in any other way. ”

"The reason why we don't have a patriarch is just because of a rule of our elf clan."

As the elven elder spoke, Maca pricked up her ears and listened intently, understanding, although it was still a little difficult, but at least it was much better than the buzzing mess just now.

"Rules?" Maca thought for a moment and said, "Then I won't just ask...... By the way, let me introduce myself, my name is 'Marca McLean' and I'm from a country in the northwest. ”

"O sorcerer of men! Greetings, Lack! The elf elder bowed slightly, "You are my long-lost guest, please come and sit in the house!" The elves will bring you a sweet spring. ”

Surrounded by elves, Maca followed the elven elders, and after the last visit, she once again stepped into the ancient wizard tower.

The furnishings on the lowest floor of the tower are as clean as they were in the original, with a circular hall that is spotless. The bricks and stones laid under the feet are closely arranged, and the tapestries on the surrounding walls are beautifully woven, but the picture frames are all blank, which makes people feel a little lonely.

As Maca walked in with the elves, with a wave of the elf's hand, the lamps on the wall were lit one by one, and the soft magical light illuminated the originally slightly dull hall.

"O young wizard! In place of our long-departed master, Royna Mira, we welcome you again! ”