In ancient times, shamans had a much deeper and clearer understanding of magic than they do today, opening the way from "material" to "spiritual", even down to every detailed step.

At that time, wizards required extremely high personal talents, both physical and intellectual, which were necessary elements for every wizard to climb the peak of magical mysteries.

But because of this, there are surprisingly few wizards who can set foot on that path, and the inheritance is lost.

Until modern times, the so-called "wizards" have been weakened, and the cultivation environment has not existed, and even the magical creatures have long since lost the instinct to continue to diversify.

As Muggle science has flourished, wizarding has come to an end.

But in such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who was extremely intelligent and talented in "spirit", unwittingly embarked on a wizarding path that only belonged to him.

He used "spirit" to erase the lack of "material", chewed the charm of the rules of the world with the perception of life, and at this moment, like the ancient wizards, he touched the peak called "death".

“…… Sometimes, people...... You should be selfish......"

Voldemort couldn't understand that Dumbledore had a childlike smile on his face when he said this.

But the power he had gained from the Monument of Bewitchment made him feel some kind of unparalleled threat.

"Damn, what's going on?"

He cursed to himself in frustration, and then waved his wand without hesitation.

Suddenly, the black qi swirled up again, enveloping him and suddenly expanding into a black ball, and then it collapsed silently in an instant, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

He just fled, decisively and quickly, without the slightest hesitation.

"Run!"

I don't know which of the Death Eaters was the first to shout, and then everyone immediately apparitioned, and in the blink of an eye, they followed in the footsteps of their boss and fled.

Such a tiger-like ending made the members of the Order of the Phoenix who stood inside the school gate and watched the situation outside stunned each other for a long time, and then they had to accept the reality in front of them.

"Let's all go back, Voldemort won't be back anytime soon......"

Dumbledore calmly turned around, waved his hand at everyone, and walked towards the main entrance of the castle. It's just that as he passed by Hagrid's hut, he glanced at the Forbidden Forest as if he had inadvertently glanced at it.

Soon, when Dumbledore reached the lawn in front of the castle, he saw a column of knights standing at the main entrance and the entrance of the Great Hall in an orderly manner, silently carrying out the task of guarding the school.

Professor McGonagall, standing behind the knights, smiled and nodded when she saw Dumbledore.

"How's it going?"

Before Dumbledore could get closer, Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore nodded, "It's okay, it's safe for now...... Let's talk about it later, but now let's arrange for the students to go back to the dormitory to sleep! ”

It's obviously still early in the morning! Although the professors certainly didn't have a chance to sleep, the students were at an age when they needed sleep.

While the deans of the various houses returned to the common room with the young wizards and urged everyone to sleep in the dormitories, Dumbledore and Snape returned to the headmaster's office first.

"Severus, there are some things you need to pay more attention to, about that kid ...... Maca."

That night, Snape stayed in the headmaster's office until dawn, and then strode away with his usual cold expression.

Although he had always walked like the wind, and his robe was often spread out like the wings of a bat, this time he seemed to be more hurried than ever, as if to vent the annoyance in his chest.

Shortly after Snape left the Headmaster's office, the door was suddenly opened, and Dumbledore walked out with a strange expression on his face.

“…… It seems that one person has been forgotten yet. ”

He muttered as he took the spiral elevator downstairs.

Meanwhile, in the underground tower beneath the Quidditch pitch, Lockhart was huddled in a corner of the ice palace on one level, trembling with his arms and knees folded.

“…… I, Gilderoy Lockhart, swear to Merlin that I will study knowledge seriously in the future, not be lazy, not passive, not cheating, keep to myself, strive for self-improvement, and strive for my life to be a qualified wizard! ”

"So...... Can you come and save me? I'm about to freeze to death! ”

All around him, except for the ice wall, it was still a wall of ice, and everywhere there was a cold air, and from time to time there were snowflakes fluttering and falling in the air, almost piling him into a snowman.

I don't know if he was fighting in a cold place or if he was cursed, and every time he tried to succeed as a hero, he would end up trapped in a cold place.

Why can't this damn ice and snow maze even use a fire spell?

"Hey~~~~ Mai, Ah Snee! McClay ~~~~ Well! Lockhart's teeth were frozen, and his voice trembled like a Pavarotti aria, "Save ~~~~~ life~~~~~~~~~"

In this uninhabited ice palace, only Lockhart's tenor voice reverberated constantly, with endless desolation and sadness.

……

Voldemort's attack was like a farce, starting inexplicably for the vast majority of people, but also ending quietly in the inexplicable.

And in this noisy stage play, Maca did not play any role in it, even if it was just a nameless passerby.

But only a limited number of people know that the author of most of the scripts is him, a guy far away in the deep mountains and old forests of Albania.

Well, it's far away, but it's not that far...... At least for this time, it's close, it's close.

Today is June 29th, and it has been four full days since Voldemort fled in panic, and even if you count today, there are only two days left before the summer vacation.

At this time, Maca crouched down in front of the pitch-black monument of bewitchment, as she had done for the past few days, adding the last few notes to her notes.

Truth be told, this big black stone is indeed quite mysterious, and the mystery contained in it is also a headache for Maca. With his current knowledge of magic, he may not be able to fully understand this thing if he is given another ten years.

Luckily, Maca didn't need to fully understand.

For him, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of the Black Death, and the other is to find an effective means to deal with the Black Death.

Of course, it would be great if you could know more about Voldemort's current state and strength.

I have to say that he is still very lucky for this kind of ancient-level magic items, most of which have something to do with the rules; There are mysteries that others will never be able to figure out, but there are traces for him.

When he had written down all the probing data he needed, it was time to go back.

“…… Okay, I'll be busy when I go back now! ”

Maca stood up, patted the hem of her clothes, and after packing up everything, she walked briskly out of the main burial chamber along the way she came.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the ancient temple that he took a deep breath of fresh air and waved happily at the alienated eight-eyed spiders standing outside.

"Hey! Little ones! He smiled and said, "Did you miss your father?" ”

A group of spiders looked at him with eight big eyes, and his eyes stinged at him, and he couldn't bear to look at them directly!

Maca is in a good mood, after all, there is a clear clue to solve a matter of concern, and a big stone in his heart can be considered to be a little landing.

After tossing and turning around for a series of preparations, in fact, it was to come here without Voldemort noticing and uncover the mystery of the Bewitchment Monument, which is really strange and laborious to think about.

But the content of "The Book of Sin" was placed in front of his eyes, reminding him all the time that everything needs to be very prepared, otherwise he may regret it for the rest of his life if he is not careful.

With a sigh of relief, Maca reached out and pulled the ...... from her waist Ahem...... pulled out a suspicious **, and a cartoon big yellow chicken with a stiff expression was printed on it.

He shook his unusually fancy ** indifferently, then stretched out his wand and nodded, as if adjusting something. Not long after, he opened his left hand, and then shook it hard.

At the moment when the big yellow chicken on the ** was grabbed by him and his neck tightened, the ** suddenly spun up with him, and then fell down suddenly.

With a distortion of space, he disappeared into the depths of this uninhabited dense forest.

……

"Whew!"

This is also the first time Maca has used a portkey, although this is made by himself, but no one stipulates that whoever makes it will definitely use it, right?

Apparitions are often a little unstable during long-distance travel across continents and countries, and although others are not as far away as Maca, the portkey still plays an important role in this ultra-long journey.

The portkey's enchantment was actually quite simple, but due to a certain period of abuse, the Ministry of Magic opened a separate office to strictly control this simple and effective magic item.

But what does Maca care about, as long as the magic fluctuations generated when arriving at the destination are restrained, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to detect it at all.

However, after all, this was the first time he had used it, and he was patronizing the control of magic, but he didn't expect this thing to be ruthless when it shook people.

Oh...... How is it soft underneath? Could it be ...... I sat down on an innocent passerby?

Maca looked down, only to see a familiar figure lying on her back under his ass, a head peeking out from between his legs.

"Hmm......" Maca grinned slightly apologetically and gave her a hearty smile between her legs, "Hey! Good afternoon, how about a butterbeer together...... I'm in for a treat! ”