"Don't mention legends that are too far away from the present day," Maca said, waving her hand, "As for wandless spells, aren't they quite a lot on the African side?" ”

In fact, there is really nothing to make a fuss about casting spells without a wand, as Maca said, the Vagado School of Magic in Africa has such a convenient sounding "habit", that is, to use fingers and gestures to trace the trajectory of spell casting.

Of course, after the invention of wands in the European wizarding world, there were fewer and fewer cases of direct hand-based spells in Africa.

Because African wizards found that when they got used to wands, the difficulty of casting spells dropped dramatically, and the success rate was far from comparable to that of hand-casting.

"Of course I know the situation in Africa, but I've never seen a wandless spell like yours." St. Guina stared at his hand hesitantly, "Just by looking at the extent to which your Patronus Charm comes at your fingertips, it's almost comparable to 'our' innate magic......"

"If you're interested in this topic, we can continue the discussion another day." Maca smiled and urged, "At least you should know that I'm not 'proud', but 'confident', right?" ”

"Okay, okay, I'll admit, you won......" San Guina sighed, then sat back in his chair, "though I have to say it's a shame that I didn't tempt you. ”

"Tell me what makes you regret?" Maca didn't seem to be annoyed by this at all.

As if trying to gather her thoughts, Santa Guina smiled and was silent for a moment before continuing.

"After all, meeting you in the bar today was purely ...... accident"

After the confrontation that had no sparks just now, the vampire lady in front of Maca seemed to have finally given up her original plan, and her words became much more simple.

"Yes, it's true that Monsieur Deis went to you...... Probably he's arrived in the wizarding world of England now, right? "Well, there's one thing that's not quite what I just said, and I'm actually ...... It's on the other side. ”

"Yes, that's the side that agrees with Voldemort's alliance," she couldn't help but smile wryly, "that sounds like a contradiction to what I just said, doesn't it?" ”

"What's the problem?" Maca asked disapprehantly.

"It's not a 'bitterness,' it doesn't ......," said Saint Guina, shaking his head, "for the simple reason that my last name dictates which side I should be on, even if I am reluctant." ”

"You know, our clan is actually very 'old-fashioned'......" she said helplessly, "In this regard, it is much more stubborn than your wizard's pure-blood family!" ”

Maca nodded in understanding, he somewhat understood why the Lady of San Guina had just used the vampire's innate magic to tempt herself, regardless of the risks.

"Are you worried that even if you tell the truth, I won't trust you?" He said, "That's why you're going to tempt me with your natural magic so that I willingly agree to make an alliance with you?" ”

Speaking of this, Maca thought for a moment and said, "So, what is motivating you to take this risk rather than form an alliance with us?" If I were to judge in your place, it would be best if the two did not help each other, right? ”

Lady Santa Guina nodded, "If you want to maintain the status quo and preserve yourself, of course it is, but ...... The ending we want...... That's not true. ”

At this moment, the expression on her face looked a little complicated, but there was a faint hint of anticipation in it.

"To be honest, I didn't expect Mr. McLean to be such a big-hearted wizard. In that case, then I'll get straight to the point."

San Guina pursed her red lips and continued:

"Actually, there is a large part of our clan that wants to truly integrate into the wizarding society, and this is not only due to the similarity in appearance, but most importantly...... We actually envy the current prosperity of wizarding society. ”

"Is 'really' integrated into wizarding society?" Maca thought back to the current state of the vampire clan, "As far as I know, that's exactly what you're doing. ”

In the modern wizarding world, vampires are indeed causing fewer and fewer incidents, although there are still some diehards who occasionally make trouble, but many vampires have begun to go out of some wizards' social situations very peacefully.

However, even if there is no official support from the wizarding world, even if the vampire side has a strong will, it will inevitably encounter very strong resistance.

And if there are really vampires on Voldemort's side this time, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, it will be equivalent to the whole clan being tied to Voldemort's thief ship.

Rather than that, they might as well take a gamble on the Order of the Phoenix, at least in the eyes of those rationalists, Maca's side obviously has a much higher chance of winning.

"Yes, we've been trying to integrate into wizarding society, and it's not easy, but at least there's hope......" Saint Guina said, sighing again.

"In fact, we've even prepared some funding to start a very important integration program." She said with a sad face, "Everything was fine, but who ......knows?"

"Integration plan?" Maca immediately noticed the keyword.

"That's right, fit into the plan." Saint Guina nodded, "After some discussion, we decided on a plan that would ease the conflict between our vampires and your wizards."

"We want to organize a group called the 'Vampire Tolerance Society' to create a platform for peer-to-peer communication between wizards and vampires, and if possible, we also intend to start a formal blood trade in this association, which I believe will greatly reduce the predation of our people**."

"Because human blood is the most delicious food for vampires...... Is it? Maca pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to organize this association, you will inevitably face great difficulties...... In other words, you need a thrust from the wizards? ”

"Yes, we were going to do a pilot operation in the British wizarding world," Saint Guina said calmly, "because ...... Mr. Dumbledore is in England. ”

Dumbledore always showed a softer side when it came to magical creatures, so it's no wonder they put the breakthrough point on the greatest white wizard of the day.

……

That evening, Maca and Ms. Santa Guina continued to discuss their views, and this rather tortuous interracial conversation was over.

Of course, Maca didn't agree immediately, after all, this is just one side of St. Guina's words, whether Maca personally believes it or not, it has to be researched more to determine the specific situation.

The next morning, Maca put aside the vampire business and returned her attention to the task of finding the giant.

Yesterday at the bar, Hagrid and Maca had already gotten information about the colonies from the wizard named Troca.

Maca, Hagrid, and Madame Maxim followed the general directions provided by Troka and traveled north to the border between Latvia and Russia.

Somewhere deep in the deserted mountains, they began to walk as fast as they could.

The giants did not like the wizards, especially the wizards, and especially the use of magic, which could easily provoke their anger and hostility, and it was not conducive to negotiation.

However, with the help of Maca's eight-eyed giant spider baby, the search process went smoothly and even said that it was like an outing in the wild.

However, Hagrid was very curious about those eight-eyed giant spiders, and if Maca hadn't stopped him, he really wouldn't have been made into stone sculptures by those "cuties"!

After all, Hagrid was just a hybrid of giants, not a real giant, and his resistance to magic was no match for a real giant.

At Maca's behest, his little darlings came back to inform him as soon as they spotted the giant.

"Let's go! It's in that direction."

Maca waved at Hagrid and Madame Maxime, and then jumped directly on Xiaoliu's body, which made Hagrid envious again.

As they climbed over the three mountains and the fourth ridge, they immediately saw the faintly warm glow of the bonfires below.

And in the vicinity of those campfires, huge mountain-like figures are constantly wandering, which is really amazing.

It's a pity that most of the day took them on the way here, and no matter how fast they looked, they couldn't catch up with the night that was quietly falling.

"Looks like we'll have to wait for tomorrow," Maka whispered, pulling three potions bottles from her waist and handing them to Hagrid and Madame Maxime, "take a sip to warm up...... It's cold in this place! ”

With that, he took a sip of his own, and then went out to pick up the supplies for the night.

"This tent has been spelled with a Traceless Stretching Charm, but it's ......" Maca looked at the two big men beside her, then shrugged her shoulders and said, "Hmm...... Madame, you should be fine, but Hagrid is probably stuck at the mouth of the tent, right? ”

In fact, he just said a polite word. Not to mention Hagrid, Madame Maxim would not be able to get in, because his tent was too small from the outside......

"Thank you, Mr. McLean, but no......," said Madame Maxime, descending the steps given by Maca, "we've spent more than half of our days in the wilderness this month, and it's nothing. ”

"Yes, yes!" Hagrid said happily, "Maka, what's the name of your potion?" When you drink it, you feel warm all over your body, and this is enough! ”

"It's made with salamander blood, and there's no official name, or it's called 'warmer'! Anyway, the names of those potions in the wizarding world are all in this tune......"

As he spoke, he pulled out a large rattan box and placed it heavily on the open space in front of him.