"Mr. Werther, are we finally meeting again?"

Standing by the door of the side hall, Maca looked at the white-bearded old wizard standing at the front and said hello casually.

There were a lot of people in the hall right now, all dressed in robes and holding wands, and the members in the front row were pointing their wands straight at where Maca was.

There is no doubt that as long as Maca shows hostility, it will be covered by a large number of magic firepower.

"Mr. McLean...... Or should I call you 'Mr. Dihr'?" ”

Old Werther didn't raise his staff as vigilantly as the rest of the family, he just put his hands at his side and looked straight at Maca's scrutiny.

Obviously, the expressions of the two of them didn't have much anger, but if there was a physical line of sight, I am afraid that a dazzling fire would have been rubbed between them a long time ago.

"Actually, it's not impossible," Maca shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Do you still care if I'm such a thing as 'Dichel'?" ”

"Hmph," said Old Werther chuckling, "I don't care. Because I want to know, who gave you the courage to not only break into my Werther family, but also destroy my family mansion without permission? ”

When Maca heard this, she suddenly put away the casualness on her face and said seriously:

"That's a good question, for I was about to ask you a question," he paused, "and I'm wondering, Mr. Werther, if 'Despicable Helbo' has already arrived?" You have to understand that the 'guts' I had to 'disturb' without saying hello this time were given to me by him. ”

Hearing the name "Despicable Helbo", no matter how deep the old Werther City Mansion was, his eyes suddenly flickered.

You know, he's just talking face-to-face with someone with that name!

Fortunately, not to over-express the inner turmoil, which is a necessary ability for a good leader. Under Makana's incessant gaze, Old Werther did not appear any more unusual.

"Despicable Helbo?" He said lightly, "Isn't that the Dark Wizard who was wiped out by Mr. Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago?" How can someone who is already dead reappear? Speaking of which, our Werther family is even more nonsense—"

"If you only use this reason to prevaricate my questioning," said the old master, frowning slightly, "Unfortunately, you are becoming less and less good at making excuses now than you were a few years ago. ”

However, seeing this, Maca on the other side nodded to herself.

"I see, have you already been here?"

He muttered to himself in a voice that most of the people present could hear.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this Helbo smelled it, he chased after him...... Is the nose smarter than Hagrid's teeth? ”

At the same time as she made such a sarcastic remark, Maca's gaze hurriedly swept through the side hall, and her sensing ability was also used. But no matter how much he observed, he didn't find the slightest abnormality.

Also, how could you find that guy with such a naïve means alone?

"But it doesn't cost anything to try." He smiled casually and muttered to himself.

However, Helbo, a big fish, did not blow up, but instead blew up a group of salted fish for unknown reasons.

The members of the Werther family listened to him talk to themselves, whether they understood the content or not, at least the sarcasm in his tone was real.

At this moment, wands of various patterns and materials stretched out, and all of them pointed towards Maca. Looking at the momentum, it would probably take a wave of old Werther's hand to send dozens of spells straight to Maca.

It's a pity that the old Werther, who is the command tower, can't get excited.

He knew that Helbo was really not in the crowd at the moment. If Maka finds out something is wrong, the Werther family will have to face the pressure of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Yes, in the case of Charlotte, they may still have some reason. But if someone finds out that they have crossed paths with Helm, even if it is just some rumors, they can't afford it.

"Well, Mr. Witt, you're not going to admit it," Marca said suddenly, "and that's all right! I only hope that your family will take the initiative to hand over the magic book "Abathel" first-"

"You know what stupid things you're saying?" When Old Werther heard this, he was furious, and he couldn't help but scold with a stiff face, "Ridiculous! ”

But Maca waved her hand and motioned for him not to worry.

"I'm not done yet!" He said calmly, "If you don't want me to handle it, you can go directly to the Wizards Federation, and let the Federation help your family protect it temporarily......"

"Actually, that's all about summoning, isn't it?"

Maca's words indirectly indicate what he meant. Others may not understand, but old Werther, who is the head of the family, can understand.

To put it bluntly, Maca was worried about nothing more than one thing - he thought that Helbo would want to use the demon summoning and demon sacrifice techniques in "Abatheel" to obtain a powerful body to resurrect him.

In fact, Helmau did this as early as a thousand years ago, but unfortunately there was a Godric Gryffindor with a protagonist template in that era!

But now, in this modern magical world where most wizards have never even heard of ancient summoning techniques, the deterrent power of those powerful and unknown ancient magic is unimaginable.

But will old Werther be able to hand over the "Abateel" in the family?

His answer was - yes!

"In order to avoid suspicion, I can consider handing over Abatheil to the International Confederation of Wizards. It's just that before I get to that, I have to tell you something else. ”

The old master suddenly calmed down again, and he said with a serious face:

"In the past thousand years, we, the Werther family, have not had any contact with what you call 'despicable Helbo'. Moreover...... Are you sure that Helpo, who claims to be the most evil and powerful in history, is not dead? Or even already there? ”

If there was not enough evidence at hand, and the Werther family insisted that they had never seen Helbo, Maca would not have been able to force the basin on their heads.

In order to maintain basic order, this world still pays attention to conclusive evidence.

"Well, I wrote to the International Confederation of Wizards before I came to Helmault. It's not a trivial matter, how can I talk nonsense here......"

"In that case, I will wait for the people from the federation to come, and then I will have specific discussions with them." Old Werther said, his tone suddenly turning cold, "...... As for you, I don't think we have much more to say. Leave compensation for my family's mansion, and then go back immediately to send my people back!" ”

When Maca saw the other party, he wanted to put the question back on himself, and he was just about to say something, but suddenly another voice took the lead.

"Werther, you want me to see it...... You don't have to. ”

Upon hearing this, the other members of the Witt family showed a hint of surprise, as if they were wondering who was interjecting at this time. But at the same time, the faces of Maca and the old family owner changed suddenly.

Maca's expression looked a little surprised, while Old Werther looked more like "frightened".

"You-"

The old master of Werther had just begun to speak when he was interrupted by the voice again.

"Marca McLean, we're meeting again."

This was what Maca said to old Werther at the beginning, and he didn't expect that it would not be long before he heard this sentence and said it from someone else's mouth.

"Helmo, why are you willing to come out?" Maka looked up and looked in the direction of the corridor from afar, "I thought you would hide in the crowd until I got out!" ”

"Hum ......"

Immediately, in a slight sneer, the slightly old figure walked out of the crowd. That's still Barnes Sr., the steward of the Werther family, yes, at least the body is his.

"McLean, aren't you very wise? Then you might as well guess why I chose to take the initiative to come out and identify myself? ”

Old Barneau's face was scornful, although he seemed to be a little sluggish, but the strongest two people present at the moment, Maca and Old Wert, didn't dare to underestimate him.

"You ask me?" Maca tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "How do I know?" ”

With that, he suddenly glanced at Old Werther, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes.

"You're actually trying to ask him through my mouth, right?"

Seeing Maca's inexplicable gaze sweeping towards him, a chill couldn't help but rise behind the old master of Werther. He soon realizes that Maca was right—Helpo was pushing him at all.

To put it more completely, it is that Helbo wants to completely cut off the back road of their Werther family. After Helbo's appearance, they had no choice but to follow Helbo.

"You're really smart," Helpo said, tweaking his short beard around his chin and grimacing, "Don't blame me, Werther." Who called this Maca McKellen in front of you so - brilliant? Your presence is essential to ensure that I can better enjoy the world. ”

While seemingly casually coercing, Helbo's eyes rolled slightly, scanning back and forth over Maca's body. And in his heart, he was thinking more about another thing.

If there is anything in this world that he least wants to see, it must be the sword of Gryffindor back then.

If that thing is used properly, it is incredibly powerful, and even if he can be resurrected constantly, he will die if he has nothing to do, and death will be enough for him.

And not long ago, Helbo, who was possessed by Harry, discovered that it was still at Hogwarts! And it looks like that Harry Potter can at least hold it in his hand!

"Werther," Helmo said with a sudden urge, letting go of his thoughts, "tell me your answer!" ”