If it's a freshly unearthed thousand-year-old artifact, both Muggle archaeologists and wizarding relic investigators will probably be ecstatic.

But if that artifact is alive...... Honestly, I'm afraid anyone will be taken aback.

Right now, Ens was frightened, and he was really scared. After all, it would not be a good thing to make such a fuss under that giant stone monument.

He's a first-year kid who sneaked away from Hogwarts, and it's good to be here to get something out of it, and the next thing to think about is how to slip back unharmed.

"If I can return to school alive, I will admit any punishment, master."

Ens rode his broomstick, lowered his body, and made his way along the nearly straight central graveyard. The walls around him were shaking, and the fine pieces of gravel and dust were falling in bursts, so that he almost couldn't open his eyes.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the sense of oppression coming from behind him has not disappeared at all because of the rapid distance, but has a tendency to become stronger and stronger.

"Wow-"

Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into Earns' back, knocking him straight off the broomstick.

This blow was not easy for him, and after planting the broomstick headlong, he slid out of the ground of the tomb again.

Although he only felt that his whole body was in hot pain, and it was obvious that his skin was worn everywhere, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice - at least there were not too many obstacles in this tomb road, otherwise if he scraped something, he was afraid that it would be more than just a simple matter of bruising.

However, now is not the time for peace of mind, but rather the danger is imminent.

There was no time to think about it, so Ens could only endure the pain and quickly turn over and get up. His only thought at the moment was to stay away from here immediately, no matter what it was, it was obviously not a good sign.

But before Ens could lift his upper hands off the ground, a black robe appeared in front of him at the hem.

This sudden unknown figure made Ens can't help but stiffen. Although he didn't feel any pressure from the other party at all, as if he were just an ordinary person passing by him, his intuition told him that it was better not to move!

I don't know when, the vibration in the depths of the underground palace suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world had calmed down at this moment.

And at this moment, an extraordinarily low and vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded, and Ens couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He heard it, and the other party said something, but he didn't understand a word.

If the language could be understood, then he might be able to figure out some possibility of survival from this man's words, and maybe even find a way to create some hope of escape for himself.

But if there is no dialogue at all, the situation will obviously get worse and worse.

"What to do...... What to do...... What to do......"

With a strong will to survive, Ens couldn't stop thinking for a moment. Even he knew that the guy who was crushed under that stone tablet by Salazar Slytherin was definitely some kind of desperate existence.

"Don't move."

Suddenly, another voice swept past Ens's ears. The voice was undoubtedly familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Because, the moment he heard the voice, an extremely cold blue-white beam of light went straight above him, mercilessly penetrating the figure standing in front of him. And then, the beam of light was inexhaustible, and then fell on the stone wall of the tomb behind the figure, completely coating the large areas of masonry with a layer of crystal white frost.

In the next second, a force accurately "grabbed" Enns's back collar, and pulled Anns, who was still kneeling there with his support on the ground and didn't dare to move, directly backwards.

When Ens was stunned to find that his feet had touched the floor tiles of the tombway, he subconsciously looked to his side—a back that didn't look very tall, but at this point, it was more reassuring and reliable than any majestic figure.

McKellen ...... Professor? Ens was stunned, "You...... The blue-white light just now...... What kind of spell is that? ”

That's right, Maca, who had noticed something strange in the mountains in the distance, had finally arrived—though he couldn't have arrived in time.

To Ens's surprise and surprise, Maca didn't even look back.

"Don't let up, the blow I just hit didn't hurt even a single hair of that guy."

When Ens heard this, he couldn't help but glance sideways a little at the place just now. And it was this glance that made him discover...... The figure of the original figure was slowly becoming distorted, and with a few slight shakes and shakings, the figure gradually disappeared in place.

"That's a magic image too?" Ens' eyes widened, and he looked deeper into the tomb, as if trying to find out where the man really was.

"Not necessarily—" Maca stared intently ahead, the staff in her right hand clenched in her palm, and her left hand handed the key back to Hogwarts to Anns behind her, "Take this." ”

Although Maca at this moment really wanted to ask this kid carefully, it was obviously impossible for "that person" who still existed somewhere to kindly leave him time to understand the situation. So, after casually admonishing Ens, he moved his gaze to a position not far to the right.

There's nothing there, at least that's what Ens looks like in the back. But he also knew that with Makana's strength and experience, which was far beyond him, his words and deeds should have a solid basis.

And in the next moment, the facts quickly proved Ens's guess.

"Helbo?"

Maka, who was standing in front, called out unusually calmly in the direction he was staring. It was a syllable that Ens was somewhat familiar with, even if Maca was in an ancient language he didn't know.

"Huh?"

When Maca's words fell slightly, accompanied by a low groan from the clearing, the figure just now also took the initiative to appear.

"Hmph...... Young man, we finally met. ”

Although the other party did not respond positively, Maca knew that this old wizard in a black trimmed robe with a white beard was obviously the one who was still notorious to this day, the ancient dark wizard powerhouse, known as "Despicable Helbo".

The old man was originally active much earlier than the four founders of Hogwarts, and from what little information is available, it seems that he was born in ancient Greece BC.

However, as a wizard who invented the terrible black magic prop "Horcrux", he forcibly distanced himself from death for more than 2,000 years. Perhaps Slytherin tried to kill him, but apparently failed, so he had to be crushed under the Monument of Bewitchment to this day.

Of course, judging from what happened to Enns, Salazar Slytherin seems to have left some means to calculate Helbo, but due to many mistakes, it is still a bad move.

Maca didn't know much about Slytherin for the time being, but that didn't stop him from getting a rough idea of the old youkai standing across from him.

"yes!" Maca looked at each other and said, "Finally, we met." ”

He had already guessed the possibility that Helmo was still alive, but he really didn't want to meet this guy. If possible, he felt that it was best for this product to be pressed under the Monument of Bewitchment until it was old and could never come out.

As far as Maca's theory that "the older the age, the stronger the wizard becomes", it is difficult to guess what kind of strength an old immortal guy like Helmo is.

He will not be presumptuous, but he has always been afraid to speculate on the occurrence of the worst scenario, and he needs to be cautious about what to do next.

While Maca calmly responded, Helbo looked at Maca with interest. He didn't even care that Maca was not far from him, and he glanced back at the frost-colored ice crystals that had condensed from the cooling rules.

"The power of the first-order rules," Helmo said with a slight nod of his head as he stroked his long pale beard, "good control...... You can see that you have put a lot of effort into understanding. ”

After praising Maca, he raised his equally pale eyebrows, more or less emotionally.

"I didn't expect that the sorcerer's delving into the 'essence of magic' would continue to regress over time, and replace it with a crude but more reliable 'form'......"

"In other words, I have been lying under the stele for nearly a thousand years, and the ideal era of 'popularization of magic' has become more and more distant?"

At this point, Helmbo paused slightly, then chuckled and said:

"Merlin's arrogant boy said that he wanted me to see the absolute popularity of magic with my own eyes, and for this reason he ran around to show magic to ordinary people, only to be toyed with by the little girl named Vivien......"

From Helbo's words, Maca got a lot of information at once. However, he didn't want to know much about Merlin's deeds, after all, it didn't seem to have much to do with him at all.

However, the term "popularization of magic" really confirmed many of his speculations.

Talking about the mysteries of magic with an old guy who has lived for so long is undoubtedly a blessing that many wizards dream of, but if the other party is a complete dark wizard, then things are completely different.

Maca shook her head, not trying to correct Helbo's speculation, it was all irrelevant. He now wondered what the old immortal was going to do next.

If he could, he didn't want to be easily hostile to it, though that might have been a luxury.

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