In the Muggle world, there is a religious story of Judas's death, and the number "13" represents betrayal and misfortune; And in the wizarding world, whether it is divination, number magic, or soulology, the negative power of this number is also recorded.

Sybil Trelawney, a professor of divination, once said a prophecy - "Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die." ”

But few people know that in the summoning art of ancient times, this number, which symbolizes "ominous", has been used the most.

Maca borrowed three books from the Werther family, all of which were documents on summoning in ancient times.

Although there is very little real content in it, some of the most basic concepts are clear, which makes Maca quite satisfied.

According to the book, summoning techniques are roughly divided into two categories, one is spirit summoning and the other is demon summoning.

According to Maca's judgment, the former summoned mimic half-lifeforms such as rock giants and flame beasts, which should be one of the origins of modern transfiguration; The latter, on the other hand, summons a demon from hell, and I am afraid it has a lot to do with soul science.

However, although both are called summoning, these two types of magic are two very different kinds of magic. Of the three books in the Werther family, only the latter is involved, that is, demon summoning.

I don't know if there is a Hell Maca, but the demon summoning technique has an indissoluble bond with the number "13", and he already knows it.

Looking at the puzzle in her hand called "The Last Supper", especially at the panicked "Judas" above, Maca's heart gave birth to an extremely awkward feeling.

“…… Thank you. ”

Maca returned the puzzle board to the father and daughter, then leaned against the porthole and gently closed her eyes, no longer talking to them.

Father and daughter looked at Maca, who was judging the two of them before and after the puzzle, and couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Dad, what is he thanking for?" The girl said with a puzzled expression.

It wasn't until the plane arrived at Mother Teresa International Airport in Tirana, the capital of Albania, that Maca opened her eyes on time and got off the plane with the other passengers.

Looking up at the clear blue sky above the airport, Maca couldn't help but shake her head, and then raised her legs and walked towards some no-man's corner.

To be honest, some of his previous speculations had made him much less interested in demon summoning.

If nothing else, he believed that this summoning technique would most likely require a soul sacrifice. Like crafting Horcruxes, this nefarious method also has a mental effect on the caster.

As far as his current understanding of rule runes is concerned, all magic that has a negative effect on the spirit is anti-rule magic, which is commonly known as "black magic" in the wizarding world.

Even after the repeated simplification of the Avada Spell, Maca would use it sparingly, lest it cause an unnecessary burden on her spirit, not to mention Horcrux crafting and demon summoning.

Dressed in a transfiguration charm and stepping on a flying broomstick, Maca had become accustomed to keeping an eye out of Muggles, and the destination of her trip was somewhere in the mountains and forests north of Tirana.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, whether it's the ruins of the lake-bottom palace in Rowena, or the despicable tomb of Helbo that Maca is going to now, are all in Albania.

And the straight-line distance between the two is only a dozen kilometers.

After pausing for a moment above a dense mountain forest, Maca judged the direction of the mountain range with the advantage of looking down from above, and after reconfirming the specific location, she pressed down the broom handle and swooped down into the forest.

"Wow"

As the verdant canopy was crushed by Maca's spell, he controlled the broom to descend smoothly into the deep, dimly lit forest.

Voldemort was able to find the temple because he had been living in the forest for ten years.

The existence of the Horcrux made it impossible for him to die completely, but it was very difficult to resurrect him.

In order not to get lost in the illusionary boundary between life and death (1), he would often attach himself to some small animals with weak mental strength, constantly wandering in this mountain forest.

By chance, he discovered the small ancient temple hidden deep in the dense forest.

However, Maca doesn't have that much time to try her luck.

"Little ones, they're all out for a walk!"

With a continuous flick of her sleeve and a wave of her wand, a full seventeen alienated eight-eyed giant spiders lay around Maca, and under Maca's order, they scattered at a very fast speed.

How about the fact that in the eyes of parents, children will always be children? Even if each of them is half a body taller than Maca now, in Maca's eyes, these "little guys" will always be noisy little spiders in the iron box.

After letting "Little One" to "Little Seventeen" go out for a stroll, Maca easily began to hang out.

The search spell didn't work, making it impossible for him to rely on what he did best to find his target. In this way, he has no other advantage in searching except for being able to perceive magic fluctuations within a certain range.

Instead of working for a long time and not knowing the essentials, it is better to let the group of little ones help him find it conveniently and quickly.

In fact, it was true, only half an hour or so later, "Little Three" and "Little Seven" had already returned to Maca's side.

"La(that)...... Garbage (li) ......"

"Huh?"

That's right, "Xiao Qi" and "Xiao Jiu" have already begun to learn to speak, but I don't know who they learned from that accent, and every time it sounds like they are swearing.

Maca simply turned over and sat on Xiao Qi, letting them lead him all the way to the deeper part of the mountain forest.

Whenever this happens, Maca always sighs - the shock absorption effect of the spider mount is truly first-class, the eight legs are desperately shaking up and down, left and right, and their bodies only have a slight undulation change with the shift of the center of gravity.

"Hey! Are you a monkey? Don't climb the trees! ”

Maca is beautiful! Suddenly, he felt his body lean, and hurriedly reached out and hooked Xiao Qi's long legs......

As the surrounding woods grew denser and taller, Marka finally came across an ancient temple hidden in the darkness of the forest.

"Go get your brothers and sisters back, and then wait here for me to come out."

Maca rolled to the ground, waved her hand casually, and then walked towards the dilapidated temple with her lighted wand.

It's an ancient stone temple full of vines and green moss, and it's so hidden in the forest that it's easy to ignore even a little farther away.

Maca stood at the door of the ancient temple and looked inside, except that the stone floor seemed to be a little damaged, there seemed to be nothing else strange.

After a moment's consideration, he cautiously walked towards the ancient temple.

"Huh?"

It wasn't until he stepped inside that he realized that because of the angle, it was difficult to find a deep hole in the middle of the broken and messy bricks and stones outside.

Judging from the various traces in the vicinity, it was definitely not Voldemort who excavated this underground passage, but much earlier than that.

"Salazar Slytherin made the long journey here, and then dug up his grave without saying a word?" Maca muttered, "I didn't think Slytherin was still a gold-touching captain in the wizarding world......

Since you are here, there is still a reason why you can't go on?

Even Maca knew that this was mostly a place of right and wrong, but if he didn't take a look, he really couldn't settle down.

But fortunately, there was Salazar Slytherin in the front and Voldemort in the back, and two powerful wizards had waded through the thunder, at least before the Monument of Bewitchment, the danger factor of this dungeon tomb was much smaller.

Tightening her wand tightly, Maca stepped down into the dark cavern......

Within a few steps, Maca followed the light of her wand's glowing spell and saw a number of shattered rune notches.

Perhaps a long time ago, there were a lot of defensive magic arrays and the like carved here; But now, they have lost their magical effect.

After a downward sloping passage, and then a 180° turn, Maca saw another downward passage.

It seems that the tomb of the dastardly Helbo is still far underground, and it is not easy to find the entrance.

Time passed little by little, and there was no movement in the passage except for Maca's own footsteps, and this feeling of tranquility was vaguely mysterious, as if it was rejecting the arrival of outsiders.

Finally, as she walked, she noticed that the walls that had been a little cramped suddenly disappeared. Because it was so dark underneath that he didn't even realize it - it was already in the tomb.

Maca strengthened the light on her wand a little more, and the visible area around her immediately became much larger, and she could faintly see some of the stone walls on both sides.

Immediately afterward, the murals on the stone walls immediately drew his attention.

“…… This is...... What's that? ”

To the left of the burial chamber is a rather tall stone wall, on which a vivid picture is sketched with some kind of paint.

What's more worth mentioning is that these murals have not faded and broken due to time, and still maintain quite bright colors. One after the other, they stretched forward into the depths of the burial chamber.

In front of Maka's eyes, the mural depicts a green land, trees, birds, griffins, fire dragons...... All sorts of ordinary creatures and magical creatures, to name a few.

From these different creatures, it can be seen that the ordinary animals and plants at that time were quite different from now, but those magical creatures have not changed much.

And in this mural, the most eye-catching thing is an extremely large ancient dragon!

The ancient dragon occupies almost half of the picture, stretching out its huge wings, looking down on all the small creatures on the ground from above, like a god.