Chapter 1149: The Non-Compatible
As mentioned earlier, Helpo accepts apprentices regardless of the identity of the other party.
Not to mention that in the era in which he lived, at least in today's modern wizarding world, the family background of other people must be as inconsequential to Helmpo as the clouds in the sky.
So, among his apprentices were ordinary house wizards like Martin, as well as grumpy dwarf wizards who lived in beach huts.
Therefore, it is not surprising that among those people, there are so many pure-blood wizards with good talents who have met Helmpo by chance.
It's just that, compared to those ordinary wizards in the past, most of the people from pure-blood families still have a rather peculiar pride. They may also submit to the strong under coercion and temptation, but their hearts may not be able to completely let go of the dignity that comes from pure-blood.
Now, among Helbo's apprentices, there are two pure-blood wizards who are a little restless. Instead of following Helbo's instructions thoroughly, they tried to obscure the past while being passive about the task.
There is no doubt that these two men didn't really want to do anything for Helbo at all. When they first met Helbo, they only chose to follow because they were afraid of the other party's powerful power and hoped to gain benefits from him.
But who is Helbo?
Although he didn't care much about the loyalty of these apprentices, and even rarely contacted them, he couldn't really let these people fish in troubled waters under his hands.
To this day, the two pure-blood wizard apprentices, who had always been perfunctory in their handling of Helmo's tasks, finally realized their stupidity.
It's a pity that it's too late for them to regret it.
ββ¦β¦ At this juncture, dead people? β
In Kingsley's office, Sirius frowned and flipped through the documents Lupin had handed him.
"The 'British Wizarding Purge' of the pure-blood family, I think this is the last day, right? This is not dead for a long time, but it is dead at this time...... Could it be Helbo's hand? β
On the other side of the desk, Lupin shook his head casually.
"Who knows?" He tilted his head at Sirius and gestured, "Isn't this just for you to look up!" To be honest, the deaths of these two men can be big or small - the McNeill family is good to say, there are only a few left in their house, and they basically can't make a fuss. But the other Narol's family is ......."
Neither of them has a good impression of purebloods, and now that they see the news of death, it would be nice not to gloat. But it's okay if these two people die, and whether it will cause any disturbances that will be unfavorable to Maca and the Ministry of Magic afterwards, it's impossible to say!
When it came to the pure-blood family, Sirius was obviously better than Lupin. Hearing the other party point out the key, he nodded accordingly.
"The Rohr family?" Sirius thought for a moment, "It depends on which way they'll guess - whether they will take this as a warning to Helpo, or whether they think it will be Maca, who just destroyed the Flint family, is behind it." β
"Of course, no matter what they think, I'm afraid it won't do us the slightest." Lupin waved his hand, "Anyway, let's go and find out more first!" At present, no one knows what the two families will do. β
Sirius immediately bowed his head slightly, turned around and wanted to go out, but stopped without taking two steps.
"Does Maca need me to say something directly? Or are you going to inform him by secret message? β
"He'll just wait there!" Lu Ping said, "I don't know anything yet, just the news of the death of those two people doesn't make much sense to tell him, or wait until you find out the specific reaction of the two families, and I'll write a cipher to ask him for his advice." β
"Okay!"
With that, Sirius lingered no longer, turned around and hurried away.
β¦β¦
There is nothing wrong with Lupin's judgment - causing two lives at this time must be somewhat unfavorable to Maca's side.
Since the Flint family's affairs have not even been completely settled, even Mrs. Flint is still in the Wizengamot for several days of trial, which suddenly reveals that two pure-blood family members have died, which is indeed easy to make people think.
However, not to mention that Maca doesn't know about this matter yet, even if he knows now, he actually doesn't care too much.
There are too many things for him to worry about in the near future, and the pure-blood family is making trouble, at least he won't be distracted until the stone in the sky falls.
Today, Maca plunged into a cave deep in the Forbidden Forest, staring at the huge stone monument and immersed in the realization of the rules of the soul.
Although the "arrogant" branch represented by this soul rune does not fit well with him, it does not mean that he cannot master it.
After such a long period of contact, from the initial analysis to the initial mastery, and then to the present. Maca felt as if she had gradually touched the "temperament" of this second-level rune.
That's right, it suddenly occurred to him that the second-level rules might be able to see them as living creaturesβnot only did they have unique and complete "thoughts", but they even had a certain will.
Because of this, Voldemort was almost controlled by the rules several times and reduced to a walking corpse with great power.
However, this "will" is certainly very different from that of humans.
"So that means...... The 'realization' that I have been doing is essentially to get close to their specific 'thoughts' in order to gain their recognition? β
As Maca pondered, she felt the rune in the Bewitching Monument again, and the fluctuations of her spirit caused a concussion of magical power, spreading out in circles around him.
It was only now that he realized how valuable the list of runes given by the "future self" who had appeared in front of him was so valuable.
With its "interpretation" of the Scroll of Truth, Maca was able to grasp the soul rune called "Arrogance" with a comprehension speed that was almost as fast as that of a high-fitting person when it was not suitable for it.
And it was only now that he realized how well Voldemort fit into this branch of the Soul Rule.
"Is this the soul flame that both Voldemort and Helmo used?"
Maca suddenly raised her hand and looked at the black flames swirling between her fingers, and couldn't help but shake her head secretly.
"Sure enough...... I'm still not quite fit for this. β
With this thought, he instantly broke away from the state of forcibly fitting into the "arrogance", and the black flame swirling in his palm also dissipated.
Obviously, it wasn't impossible for him to use it if he had to, but as he said just now, it was really not suitable.
Of course, the soul flames used by Voldemort and Helmo look the same, but they are actually quite different, and even the effects on the soul are completely different.
The kind of condensation that Maca had condensed was the one used by Voldemort in the past.
ββ¦β¦ It's a pity. β
Shaking her hand casually, Maca couldn't help but sigh slightly.
In fact, his current mastery of this soul rune has long surpassed that of Voldemort back then. The reason why he was obviously slower than the latter was because he had realized it entirely on his own, and the latter was always on the verge of being eroded and assimilated by the rules.
However, he regretted that he had mastered this level, but he still couldn't use it to compete with Helbo.
This is one thing that he has only just realized after he really understands "arrogance".
"Devouring Mirror...... "Maca suddenly turned her head and thought to the ancient mirror that had been heavily sealed in the distance, "Looks like it should be 'gluttony', right?" β
The true meaning of "arrogance" is empty-sightedness, excessive self-obsession, and a kind of dignity without foundation. So, what is the true meaning of "gluttony"?
"Perhaps...... Helbo actually has a good appetite that no one can match? β
Saying a joke to herself, Maca shrugged her shoulders before turning and walking in the direction of the cave entrance.
Today was a pretty good day - although it wasn't a big benefit to his confrontation with Helbo, it was by no means useless.
Even if he can't use the "arrogance" that is not suitable for him to take advantage, at the very least, he will definitely never have to be afraid of the other party's soul rules against Haierbo in the future.
It can be said that the two seem to have once again formed a relatively balanced situation.
"Oh! McLean, you're finally out! β
As soon as she walked out of the cave, Maca saw the thin figure of the elf elder Old Rak. And immediately after, he saw that the other party immediately ran to him.
"What's wrong?"
"It's the 'female leader' in the castle! She's been looking for you just nowβI told her to go back and wait, but I don't know if she understood me. β
"Female leader?"
Maca was also slightly stunned when he heard this, and when the word turned around in his head, he realized who old Luck was talking about.
"Professor McGonagall? Well, that's probably something to do with events...... The approval from the federation has passed? β
Thinking of this, he nodded at Old Lack.
"I see, you're busy with your own business! I'm going to go back and ask...... By the way, you should hurry up and inform the clansmen about what I said, and there will be no time for you to move your things then! β
With that, Maca walked out of the elf's garrison under the watchful eyes of Old Lac, and soon disappeared into the outer forest.
"Isn't it just a big rock falling from the sky?" Old Luck muttered, "Forget it, anyway, it's just a temporary move, and I should be able to come back soon......"
He scratched his crunch as he walked towards the place where the people had gathered.
"Is the assembly over? It's all here? Then listen to meβ"
It must be admitted that in terms of the ability to avoid evil, it seems that the horses who moved out of this place early are stronger.