It turns out that the "world" that a person can feel is often limited.

Wherever we are, we always focus our eyes on ourselves. The more delicate the person, the more sensitive he is to the people and things around him, but it is also likely to limit his vision because of this.

Here, perhaps, it can be said cheekily: Maca's mind is still very delicate.

And because of this, he has suddenly felt that this world is very wide, even for wizards who come and go freely.

On this planet, no one or the magical world of any country will be the center of the world.

Previously, the British wizarding world with Helbo's endless turmoil suddenly attracted the attention of wizards around the world. At a time when most countries were moving towards peace, the catastrophe in London became the biggest hotspot in the world.

Even the wizards of other countries' magical circles are like this, and the British wizards who are in the hot spot naturally feel as if they have suddenly fallen into one of the most chaotic and terrifying places in the world.

Yes, even Maca can't help but feel something similar to this.

However, from the day the basilisk appeared in the African Vagado, the vast majority of wizards have more or less suddenly turned their attention to the African magical world.

And it was only then that Maca couldn't help but sigh:

"I thought I had already understood the vastness of this world, and I was only in a small corner. But because I am buried in sorting out the current situation all day long, I will inadvertently forget my insignificance. ”

However, Helbo's horizons never seem to have narrowed.

From the time he crawled out from under the Monument of Bewitchment until now, he has always looked at the world with impunity in the city of Haifa in Israel, Azkaban on the island of Azkaban in England, and recently the Ouagado School of Magic and Wizardry in Africa.

Just from this open vision, Maca also has to admire.

"I'm wondering if the old wizard tribes in Vagado and Africa can't handle it this time...... I'm afraid that Helbo will simply give up on Britain and directly tilt the focus of his conquest towards the African magic world, right? ”

In the reception room of Black's old house, Maca sat firmly at the long table, her quill in her hand constantly leaving words on the blank parchment.

And on the table in front of him, as well as the chairs on both sides, were already piled with all kinds of books.

Therefore, he had to cross the book mountain in front of him before he could see the figure of Lupin, who was sitting opposite, dealing with information.

Obviously, the sentence just now was asked by Lupin.

In this regard, Maca kept in her hands, but replied in her mouth:

"To be honest, I didn't understand why Helbo was making a fuss about the wizarding world in Africa - Vagado, while indeed steeped in history, was no less than Hogwarts in the past. But because of this, it will take a lot of time and energy to take over that school......"

As for this, he suddenly paused the tip of the pen in his hand and said with a little doubt:

"Is that guy really planning to leave the British wizarding world and start all over again?"

This confusion has been expanding in Maca's mind over time in recent days. Because just these days, the entire African magical world seems to have become a huge quagmire, and there is rarely a relatively complete information that can be transmitted.

There are countless signs that Africa is really in big trouble this time.

At the same time, the British wizarding world, which had been harassed the most by Helbo, now seemed to have regained peace.

Although there are also credits to the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo, Maca, and even many ordinary wizards. But the one who calmed this place down fundamentally was Helbo.

As long as he doesn't come out to make trouble, the smooth daily life will return to people's side again. In a trance, the original disasters seemed to be just a nightmare, and now, that dream has finally woken up.

After a little silence, Lupin on the opposite side suddenly raised his head and said through the pile of books:

"Maca, I think...... Although the possibility of diverting attention is still not small, we must also admit that the possibility of Helbo's intention to change the 'battlefield' is indeed very large. ”

After all, an existence like Maca is not to be underestimated by any wizard, and it is self-evident how tricky it is to be an enemy with him.

"Maybe!" Maca put down her quill and said a little helplessly, "You're right, we don't rule out any possible speculation...... That guy may be trying to keep me in here, or he may be trying to lure me to Africa. Either way, he's the one who has the lead. ”

"So, if I want to take the lead, I have to go beyond the options he created."

After glancing down at the parchment again, Maca folded it up and clipped it into her notebook, then pulled the magic book and other things back to her waist.

"Luckily, I might already have an idea."

The last time she was chasing the gray shadow in mid-air, she was stopped by Helbo's appearance, so that Maca didn't even know what the gray shadow was when she followed it to her destination.

Now, he can finally understand it somewhat. It's probably a high-speed flying soul, a soul whose body has been accidentally killed by a friend or relative, and then is drawn to a specific location.

"As long as a person is killed by a person attached to this substance, then that person's soul is affected and forced to fly somewhere...... I think. You should be rewarded when you go there. ”

Placing the potion vial containing the strange substance on the table, Maca explained.

When Lupin heard this, he immediately said:

"Are you planning to let it kill people again?"

Repeating this is naturally the most direct and effective way, but it means sacrificing a person to be the "guide".

Thinking about it left and right, Lupin couldn't help but ask again, "Does it have to be a human soul?" ”

They're not dark wizards, they kill people for no reason or something, they can't do this kind of thing. No matter how bad it is, the most he can do is to go to Azkaban and get a criminal with life imprisonment - this may already be Lupin's bottom line.

"No, it has to be human...... "Maca shook her head, but then said, "Don't worry, no one needs to give up their lives for this, I have a way." ”

In fact, since he had obtained the gray-black mass from the old Muggle lady's soul, targeted research had been done almost daily.

And just now, he finally confirmed that a method was feasible.

"Lupin, you know that Ravenclaw named 'Sarah', right? Well, maybe you haven't seen it yet—it's the elementary school girl who went back to St. Mungo to help me run the alchemy array. ”

Lupin didn't know why Maca suddenly mentioned the girl, but as the person in charge of sorting out information in the Order of the Phoenix, he definitely didn't lack information.

"That little daughter of Mr. Hohenheim?"

"So to speak!" "Because her soul is a little lacking, I was asked to find a way to help her...... Since then, I have been studying the composition and shaping of the soul. ”

"And this time, Helbo gave me some special inspiration."

……

The next afternoon, in the city of London.

Several days have passed since the previous night's digging and searching. And in the past few days, the mysterious wizard in the trench coat has never stopped his steps.

In order to find the exact thing, sleep is no longer important, and even eating and drinking is the only reason to "maintain action".

Unfortunately, if you can't find it, you can't find it.

I knew that it was definitely around London, but even though I was trying to find it day and night, I still didn't find anything.

Today, according to the search range of the previous days, I should have come to the eastern suburbs to take a look.

"Ahem, how much time is left ......"

The figure kept moving forward on the side of the road, secretly calculating the date in his heart, and soon figured out the specific day at present.

“…… Well, ahem, it looks like there's still time. ”

But just as he quickened his pace again, and hurried through a street while watching left and right, the corner of his eye seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Maybe it's because I'm really tired these days, and I'm not in good physical condition, so I can only notice it when I'm so close.

He took a breath, but saw the trench-coat wizard dodge and tried to hide. With a special method of concealment, even Namaka McLean would have to get closer to spot it.

However, this time it was slower.

"Who?"

When it comes to sheer speed, there are still few people who are faster than Maca. In the blink of an eye, the trench-robed wizard felt an extra hand on his shoulder and gently rested on it.

After a slightly awkward silence, the hoarse voice said:

“…… It's me. ”

To answer like this is to say that you have not said it. But Maca, who seemed to pass by here by chance, took the initiative to take away his palm after realizing that it was this mysterious guy.

"Hmm...... I'd love to ask again, but ......," he pouted, "and that's it." ”

Not long after, Lupin, who was following him today, also appeared next to him in a phantom apparition.

For this wizard who seems to be a bit hidden, Lupin naturally has no good feelings. He just wondered why Maca was just standing quietly on the side, as if the two hadn't talked much since just now?

"Who is this?"

Maca then shook her head and said to Lupin:

"Don't ask."

After that, he didn't seem to want to linger any longer, so he turned around and walked in the direction he had come.

"Lupin, come here! We do our thing, and we don't care about anyone else—"

"Wait!"

The voice sounded again, and it stopped Maka's footsteps...... The man seemed to finally want to say something?

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