It's been almost two hours since the beginning.

In the room, the faint blue light is still rippling silently, making people feel as if they are in the deep seabed. If you stay for a long time, you will even have the feeling that even you are wandering leisurely.

To be honest, this feeling is not very good, like those who are prone to seasickness, and at this point they may start to feel sick and nauseous.

Fortunately, Maca, who has lived in a port town since she was a child, does not hate such an environment. What's more, when you are engrossed in observing and thinking, it is easy to ignore the external situation to a certain extent.

For nearly two hours, Maca had been staring at the Devouring Mirror in distraction, not bothering to care about something that was so inconsequential to him.

Although...... So far, he hasn't figured out anything.

"What shall I say...... Is it 'the ancient dark wizard Helbo'? ”

In fact, Maca had studied Horcruxes more than once - he had studied almost every one of Voldemort's Horcruxes quite carefully, including Harry's rather special "humanoid Horcruxes".

If it's a bit of an exaggeration, if he spends a little more time and energy on experiments, he might be able to make himself a Horcrux and play around!

However, after Maca had also studied the Devouring Mirror several times, he soon realized that the difference between Helpo's Horcruxes and Voldemort's Horcruxes was as huge as a work of art and a children's toy.

Moreover, this is not the difference between the Devouring Mirror and the Diary, which are used as Horcrux materials, but the huge difference between the creator himself.

In fact, it is no wonder that Maca can't help but sigh like that.

“…… Horcrux ...... Slaughter...... Tearing Souls...... Sin ......"

Just as Maca stared at the mirror, intending to go through her thoughts from the beginning of the principles of Horcrux making. The movement of Alexander from Enns' room below, and the approach of another familiar source of magic outside the tower door, finally made Maca distracted slightly.

"Alexander is going back? And also...... That should be Mr. Butler, right? Is there any new information? ”

Maca muttered, and her gaze subconsciously looked down to the floor—he was looking in the direction of the old butler's steps towards the tower gate.

However, it was the moment when Maca's attention was slightly distracted...... He didn't notice that a mirror image of his figure slowly appeared in the mirror that he had been staring at for two hours before.

The influence of the "maca" in the mirror is very weak, faint and translucent, coupled with the chaotic fog that constantly circulates like a vortex in the mirror, it is difficult to see clearly if you don't look carefully.

It's just that since the posture of that "Maca" is exactly the same as the real Maca, it is easy to see that it is indeed a mirror image of Maca.

And when Maca lowered her head slightly, considering whether to put away the Devouring Mirror first and go down to take a look, the "Maca" in the mirror actually moved on its own.

Little by little, it lifted its right hand, which was propped up on the floor, and gradually reached its waist, as if it was about to take something out of the leather bag.

Looking at the cautious appearance, it was as if "it" also knew that its "body" was very keen, and it didn't dare to make too big a move.

However, the next moment when the "Maca" in the mirror had successfully put her hand into the bag, the real Maca outside the mirror suddenly raised her head.

"Huh?"

He looked at the mirror with a little confusion, but saw that it was still the same as it had been two hours before, and nothing was hazy and non-existent.

In fact, Maca didn't really notice anything before he suddenly looked up, he just felt a little strange inexplicably. And it was that sense of disobedience that came out of nowhere that he couldn't help but jerk his head up and look at the Devouring Mirror, which was most likely to have something unusual in the room.

But alas, he didn't see anything.

"Could it be that even with such a tight barrier in place, Helbo can still transmit perception to Horcruxes through the connection between soul fragments?"

With that in mind, Maca glanced at the chaotic deep mirror before putting the devouring mirror back away.

Because by this time, the old butler had already begun to knock at the door.

……

"Anns, I'll go first, and I'll come back after lunch to see if Professor McLean can let me come up with you."

"No, you'd better not come—I'm upset when I see you now!"

Listening to the blunt refusal of Ens, who was lying on the bed, Alexander only shrugged his shoulders, apparently not taking his words to heart at all.

"Alright, I'll see you in the afternoon!"

Before he could finish speaking, he didn't wait for Ens to answer, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Oh! What an unfrank young man. ”

Alexander said this deliberately outside the door, and then ran downstairs with a puff of smoke, leaving Ens in the room to slam his pillow on the door in annoyance.

Not long after, Alexander, who had just returned to the living room downstairs, happened to hear three knocks at the door.

"Huh?"

He stood by the stairs and subconsciously glanced back and forth into the living room, but he didn't notice Maka.

"Professor? Professor McLean? ”

After shouting twice, but seeing that no one answered, and there were three more knocks at the door, Alexander had to walk to the door on his own.

"Eh, please wait a minute, I'm just-"

However, just as Alexander reached for the door, and was about to reach for the doorknob, he suddenly stopped opening the door again.

"Uh...... Excuse me, but who's out there? Professor McLean...... It doesn't seem to be there now, I'm a little unsure if I should open the door for you? ”

Probably thinking of what he had heard from Ens earlier, Alexander couldn't help but hesitate. After all, although Maca didn't stop him when he came to visit Ens, he didn't seem to be in a good position to let people in so easily, didn't he?

"Oh? Is it Mr. Wolf in there, please? As you may recall, I was the steward of the Blois family...... Of course, please don't embarrass Mr. Wolfe, and if Mr. McLean isn't there, you won't have to open the door for me—I'll just wait outside the door. ”

"Huh? Is it Mr. Butler? Uh, I guess it doesn't seem appropriate for you to wait outside......"

Alexander was hesitating, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"It's not good to have the old butler wait outside—Alexander, open the door quickly!"

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