“…… Severus, this is my last request for you...... Give this to Tom and this to Maca...... You know how to do it...... They all have their own paths......"

In the basement of Hogwarts Main Castle, in the Potions professor's office, Snape sat expressionlessly behind his desk, his cold black eyes staring silently at the table.

In front of him, there was a small glass tube filled with some flocculents.

Although it seems to be a materialized memory, if you put it in a meditation basin, you should be able to interpret its contents. But the flocculent in the glass tube in front of me was not a normal silver white, but a rather pure bright silver.

There was supposed to be a torn wand on the table, which was going to end up in Voldemort's hands. But for now, the wand was still where it was supposed to be.

And the rest of the small glass tube is reserved for Maca.

At this moment, the whole of Hogwarts was silent, it was an inexplicable silence, as if some indescribable ominous foreboding enveloped the castle, and it was a little breathless.

Nearly all the teachers and students gathered in the vestibule, which was a slightly yellowish lawn.

The weather has been a bit cooler lately, but there are too many people gathered here. There were so many of them that it seemed that even the air was soaked in everyone's body temperature, and it became a little warmer.

But even so, everyone's hearts are cold.

These days, it has been cloudy for several nights. Although it is always sunny during the day, this afternoon, it seems that I can't stay up anymore......

A tidal wave surged in the soil where the dead grass had taken root, as if to foreshadow the coming rainy night.

At this time, Snape is probably not here alone, right?

At this moment of silence at Hogwarts, the space on the side of the road outside the school gate suddenly distorted, and a figure quietly appeared.

“…… I always felt a strange sense of déjà vu, what was that bloodline curse of the Blois family? ”

Appearing there was Maca, who had just returned from the dark alley next to the Dark Pavilion. After Mr. Blois appeared with his retinue and took Willy straight back to Blois Castle, Maca immediately headed for Hogwarts.

According to Mr. Blois, the title page of the ancient genealogy does not indicate whether it can be sealed twice, but it should still be theoretically possible.

So he decided to take his daughter home.

As for Maca, although he didn't have time to say anything more to Willy's father, he at least passed on his research on bloodline transformation to Mr. Blois.

Believe it or not, under the premise that Voldemort has broken his word, his suggestion should be reconsidered by Mr. Blois.

In fact, if it were possible, Maca would have wanted to go with Willy to Fort Blois.

“…… Bloodline Curse...... Sealing Magic...... Flower of Mystery Crystal...... The origin of Meiwa...... The Ancient Desert of the Extinction...... Great catastrophe ......"

Immersed in thought, Maca hadn't noticed anything unusual about Hogwarts at this time. He simply unlocked the defensive magic on the main entrance, then opened the tall fence gate and walked inside.

Even after stepping into the campus area, he subconsciously added a new defensive magic backhand.

The staff, which was almost the same height, clicked all the way on the ground with his footsteps, inadvertently breaking the dead silence in the campus.

"'Calamity'...... Is it? ”

A series of key words that were mentioned in Willy's story flashed through Maca's mind one by one, and finally stopped at the word "calamity".

"Ahh

When a few images suddenly appeared in Maca's mind, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

"Could it be that this 'curse' has anything to do with the Bewitching Monument?"

At that time, in the stone chamber, the power of the Bewitching Monument in Voldemort's body was obviously counterattacking. What caused this to happen was the power of the curse that erupted when Willy broke the seal.

Looking at what these two have in common, they both cause huge "disasters".

"Bewitching Monument, Cursed Bloodline...... And then there's the sladivious frescoes depicting the Gryffindor sword and the floor-to-ceiling mirror...... Could they be the same thing? ”

In confusion, Maca lowered her eyes slightly, constantly urging her anxious thoughts. But as he got closer and closer to Hogwarts Castle, he finally felt something was wrong.

He looked up suddenly, trying to find the source of that strange feeling. But he didn't need to look for it at all, and at a glance he saw a group of figures standing silently in front of the castle.

"This ......" Seeing this, Macadam remembered what Voldemort had said, "Don't be kidding...... This...... Impossible, right? ”

In front of him, a large number of young wizards had gathered in a heap on the lawn, their heads hanging silently. And in the innermost part of the crowd, there seemed to be some professors standing.

Maca hurriedly took out a magic book, flung it forward and stepped on it, speeding across the road, over the lawn, over the heads of the little wizards, and blowing into the circle like a gust of wind.

Many people noticed his arrival, and everyone's eyes subconsciously followed his figure until he landed at the innermost point.

"Maca." "McLean."

Many people habitually shouted at him, but he didn't care, just stared at the lawn surrounded by everyone with a stunned face.

There, there was an old wizard with a white beard, lying on the ground with a calm face.

A pair of half-moon glasses, shattered, hung crookedly from his left ear; There was also a wand that had been broken, and it fell on the edge of the grass not far away.

And the pale blue eyes on the old wizard's face had lost the sparkle that should have been full of wisdom.

“…… Be all abroad. ”

Maca stared at her for a long time, but she only managed to squeeze out one sentence.

But before the words could be settled, he suddenly waved his staff, and a wave of magic power immediately spread towards the old wizard. But soon, Maca, who received the feedback, frowned again.

Obviously, there is no breath of life in that body. Not only that, but even the magic power in his body did not voluntarily stop Maca's exploration, but continued to escape from his body.

"Everybody's backing off, I need to do a deeper examination."

In Maka's unquestionable words, both the students and the professors all stepped back with complicated expressions. In the crowd, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at him worriedly.

Hermione, in particular, had bloodshot eyes and red eyes, as if a lot of tears had already flowed.

On the other side, Luna just looked at Maca silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

After everyone had cleared an open space, Maca slammed the staff in her hand. A black mist skull silently passed under the old wizard, and then soared into the air with great smoothness, all the way to the sky.

Magic like this, which is full of black magic feeling, makes everyone feel uneasy. But in the current situation, the unscrupulous appearance of Maca, as the caster, makes people feel more secure.

"How?" Professor McGonagall, who was at the front of the crowd, asked with a tiny look of anticipation, clutching her handkerchief.

Maca turned around slowly, shaking her head with a grim expression.

"There is no soul in the body anymore." He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then said heavily, "Dumbledore...... It's gone ......"

Marka's words seemed to turn on a jammed switch, and a series of commotion and cries suddenly resounded in the crowd, mixing fear and sadness, making the already extremely oppressive atmosphere explode at once.

“…… Albus. ”

Professor McGonagall wiped her eyes vigorously with her handkerchief, her voice shaking.

"Professor McGonagall," Maca said as she walked up to her, patting her on the shoulder, then seriously, "it's not the time to cry, and I'm sure Professor Dumbledore wouldn't want to see that......"

With that, he turned his head to look at the young wizards behind McGonagall, and looked around for a moment.

"Students, be quiet and listen to me!"

His voice was clear and loud, and under the influence of magic, it reached everyone's ears.

"No matter what happens, Hogwarts is still here, and we have nothing to fear! Dumbledore may be gone, but he must have left to protect Hogwarts and us—"

"He's from Hogwarts, like us. This is his home, it's my home, it's our common home! ”

"He was fearless for Hogwarts, and we can certainly be fearless. No matter what we're facing, we should be brave because—"

With that, Maca swung her staff vigorously, and a dazzling pillar of blue-white light burst out, breaking straight through the thick clouds overhead and into the sky.

In an instant, the pillar of light dissipated silently, and a golden ray of sunlight fell through the hole in the clouds.

"Because we're Hogwarts!"

As everyone craned their necks to look overhead, Maca patted Professor McGonagall on the arm again.

"I'll leave it to you, get everyone back to the castle as soon as possible - besides, patrols need to be arranged immediately within the school premises in case of any eventuality."

At this time, at the gates of Hogwarts Castle, Snape also came out. He stood on the edge of the steps in front of the door, looking up at the sky like everyone else, with a hint of yearning and nostalgia in his eyes.

Perhaps most wizards have dreamed of powerful magic, and some have been gifted with it. Apparently, Snape was one of them.

He'd always been obsessed with the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and the reason for that was obvious.

"Professor Snape?" Maca walked to the bottom of the steps and spoke.

"Hmm."

Snape glanced down at him, then turned and walked inside.

“…… Follow me. ”