"Is there any other defensive magic on this tower?" Maca couldn't help but think to herself.

But apparently, the next moment he realized that he had guessed wrong.

The group of dragons approached the tower again, and began to swoop headlong in this direction. However, hundreds of slender red beams suddenly appeared under the tower, they looked quite dense, and they shot neatly in a parabola form towards the fire dragon group in mid-air, drawing red arcs in the air.

For a moment, the fire dragons began to dodge in a panic, but the number of those magic beams was too much, and the density was extraordinary, and it was impossible to dodge at all. The dozen or so fire dragons fell one by one like dumplings, and smashed into the woods on the island.

After a while, they flew again, glanced at the red halo that had gathered again around the tower, and walked away.

Maca poked her head out to look under the tower, and immediately saw the small figures on the ground.

"Pixies?" Maca was really taken aback this time, "It's hard to imagine how grand the scene of the ancient wizards was when they conquered these elves...... I remember that some ancient books mentioned that there were a lot of elves at that time! ”

For those gifted with sapient magical creatures, using their innate abilities is almost as simple as eating. It's no wonder that every war waged by those intelligent magical creatures causes a great upheaval in the wizarding world.

"Not to mention the current state of the house-elves, when the ancient wizards were able to completely conquer this creature, that kind of magical power is really desirable! Compared to today's spells, which are more life-oriented, the gap is really ......"

Maca looked at the cheering elves below, but a longing for powerful ancient magic rose in her heart.

He didn't want to do anything other than to see for himself what the mysteries of those ancient magic really were—this was the mentality of a theorist.

It has to be said that after Maca obtained the Scroll of Truth, his desire to explore the theory of magic was rising rapidly. Although he was already interested in magic, there was a hint of abnormality in this growing desire.

However, this anomaly was not obvious, and even with Imaka's vigilance, it was not noticed in the slightest.

After repelling the incoming fire dragons, the elves crackled and departed. Maca turned her head to look at the cup of black tea on the table, thought about it, and took a sip.

The tea is warm and tastes quite good, but unfortunately he didn't have much research on black tea, so he used it to quench his thirst, and he drank it up in a short time.

"Do you want to taste it? Tastes good. Maca turned her head and looked at Willy, who was still standing by the window.

After resting for a while, Maca saw that the elves had no intention of coming back, so she decided to continue searching the other rooms.

It's just that Muggle wizards always complain that most wizarding buildings are not very reasonable!

There are surprisingly many rooms on the third floor, and most of them are used as laboratories. Except for a large number of bottles and cans, there is hardly anything useful in it. Even the potion bottles on the closet were mostly empty, just neatly arranged there.

Some of the rooms were surprisingly empty, as if they had cast spells such as the Traceless Stretching Charm in them, and there was nothing in the room, and it looked a little eerily empty.

But on the entire third floor, there is one room that is particularly different.

It seemed like a very ordinary small restaurant, but as soon as Maca entered, she immediately noticed something special about it—it was a room with a strange spell cast.

Although he and Willy could move around as they pleased, nothing could be touched by them. When you reach over it, you will only pass through the place where it should be a physical object, as if everything here is just an illusion. This forced Maca to think about what it meant.

"Looks like this is it," Maca thought to herself, "but what secret is hidden here?" ”

He and Willy walked around here casually twice, but they didn't get anything. Even if he saw something valuable, if he couldn't touch it, what was the use?

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Maca sensed something was wrong.

The surrounding space...... No, it's the things around that are changing! Whether it's the dining table, the chairs, the surrounding closets, or even the blank portraits hanging on the walls, they are gradually becoming distorted. The distortion wasn't huge, but everything was already slightly deformed.

Seeing this, Maca couldn't help frowning. Just as he was about to pull out his wand and test it, his surroundings changed again!

This is not a small movement.

I saw that around, with Maca and Willy as the center, a large number of text symbols suddenly appeared! They appeared out of thin air throughout the space of this restaurant, emitting a faint golden glow, constantly rotating slowly around them.

Putting aside the current situation, the scene looks wonderful.

To Maca's surprise, unlike the regular runes on the Scroll of Truth, he had seen most of those symbols.

Just before, in order to parse the rule runes on the Scroll of Truth, he had almost rummaged through various ancient text classics. Some are the most popular scripts in the wizarding world, while others are non-scripts from Muggle archaeology.

Today, he can even tell from the writings around him which ones are hieroglyphs from ancient Egypt and which ones are Sumerian cuneiform......

And the closest to him were undoubtedly the 22 Phoenician characters floating in front of him.

They are a documented symbolic script in the Muggle world, and are said to be the origin of the European alphabet. Muggle archaeologists have identified them as Phoenician traders from 1000 BC.

"What does that mean?" Maca looked around and lost her mind for a moment.

But even if he didn't have a clue, he gradually understood that this might be another puzzle left by Rowener. The bronze eaglet said that he was asked to come over to get something, and the breakthrough was obviously in sight.

As time passed, Maca went from standing to sitting, with a notebook and quill in her hand. He writes and draws on paper as if he was fascinated, and it is clear that he has entered a state of research.

On the side, Willie looked calm.

Although she was also attracted by the wonderful symbols for a moment, it didn't take long to turn her attention to Maca. She sat quietly on the floor beside her, watching Maca go into a daze.

No one knew what she was thinking, maybe she wasn't thinking about anything, she was just sitting in a daze.

In this dreamlike space, time seems to have lost its meaning. For a while, it was surprisingly quiet, and only the rustling sound of Maca from time to time proved that there were still living people here.

Outside, it was getting dark, and the afternoon passed quietly. In the room that gradually dimmed, only a few symbols were left and slowly drifted in mid-air, exuding a faint light.

Soon, Maca stopped what he was doing, he took out a bottle of Gloating Sand and shook it, and a soft white light erupted from the bottle, illuminating the room as if it were daylight.

It was an improved version of the shimmering sand he used in the Trench of Beating, and although it was still only a slightly prepared material, the brightness and durability were greatly increased. It's just that the added materials of this thing are a bit expensive, and those who are stingy like maca are not willing to use more, after all, the number of times they can be used is limited.

He set aside the bottle containing the condensate sand, then turned around and took some food out of his suitcase and handed it to Willy, who was beside him.

"Why, are you hungry?" Maca smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but I tend to lose track of time when I start researching. If you're sleepy, I've got a sleeping bag here. ”

Willie took the food and looked at it, it was some cakes bought in Italy, and they looked quite delicate. Without saying a word, she peeled off the package and took a small bite.

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to speak, Maca took out her sleeping bag first and laid her flat on the floor.

Willie finished the cake in her hand, shook her head slightly and rejected the second one handed by Maca, then moved her ass and sat on the sleeping bag, as if ready to continue in a daze.

"Why don't you do something else?" Maca asked, "You can continue to read the herb notes I gave you." ”

Willy nodded slightly, but did not move.

"What's wrong?" Maca said curiously.

"Mom said you need to rest after a meal." Willy said calmly.

Maca glanced at her with a subtle expression, and sighed that she was simply worrying.

He shoved the cake in his mouth in two bites, clapped his hands, and then turned his attention back to his notebook.

As his research continued, he finally found a clue in the order of the large number of symbols around him. He discovered that the 22 Phoenician characters closest to him had various connections to other ancient scripts around his characters. But on closer inspection, the connection becomes plausible.

According to Muggle evidence, the Phoenician character was originally derived from hieroglyphs and cuneiform scripts. It's a matter of course that there is a connection. But ......"

"Could it be that these 22 Phoenician characters are not the original?" Maca frowned, the gears of thought spinning in his head, "Since this is the puzzle that Rowena left for the holder of the Scroll of Truth, that means ......"

Maca paused, then patted her head as if she had come to an instant, and lifted the quill again.

He began to try to compare and restore the 22 Phoenician characters in front of him according to his own understanding.