This is a burial chamber.

I mean, it's not a bar that's been repurposed like the one out there and reinforced with modern materials. It is a real tomb that has been cleaned and used as a wine cellar.

After clearing the door of the debris, Maca pushed the door open without hesitation, and he was immediately in the tomb, which was made of only brick and earth and earth.

If you can adapt to the dim environment, it is not difficult to find that in addition to the large number of barrels stacked here, there are even clear marks on the ground after the coffin was removed.

It can be seen that the owner of this "Tomb Bar" is indeed not lying, and presumably a few years ago, this was a real catacomb.

However, this is not so important to Maca today.

From the very beginning, he had only followed the remnants of his magic, and he didn't care what it was.

In fact, now he knew that he was in the right place!

With just a slight closure of his eyes, Maca was able to clearly observe the great anomaly that existed in this tomb in his perception of magic.

He could "see" that the magic here was clearly chaotic and orderly, they were intertwined like a mass of crumpled silk threads, but they were intertwined, curled up, and moved extremely smoothly.

Occasionally, a thread or two would poke its head out of it. They pierced through the walls of the chamber without hindrance and stretched out to the outside world, with no one knowing where they would go.

But at least Maca knew—he knew that the weaving of the many magical threads that were entangled like balls of yarn was called "doom."

But is it really just about creating and spreading bad luck?

No, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

only to see that Maca suddenly took out his staff and sketched a soul rule rune on the spot. Under the rejection of the soul rules, those magic threads were suddenly forcibly "squeezed" open, exposing a group of runes hidden in the center to Maca's perception.

The source of this doom, which had spread bad luck and led to the mysterious deaths of many Muggles, had clearly been set up here by some wizard with bad intentions.

And since the dark wizard did this, there must be a further reason.

Otherwise, if there is no benefit to be gained by simply spreading bad luck and causing death, why would the other party do it? Is it really just for the sake of satisfying one's own pleasure?

"Is it to create fear and collect the energy of negative emotions? Or, just to collect the souls of the dead? ”

Based on many dark magic materials since ancient times, it is not difficult for Maca to come up with the two most probable conjectures.

"Needless to say, this is probably the 'masterpiece' of that guy Helbo again."

Before he could finish speaking, he waved the staff in his hand, and the power of the soul rules rushed away. Although the combination of runes used to create bad luck is special, it is not a rule rune, and it cannot resist the real invasion of rules.

In just a few seconds, the entire structure was swept away by Maca's soul rules, turning into a sudden burst of chaotic magic fluctuations and disappearing.

And the magical threads that had been entangled in this tomb before had no roots, and they soon showed a tendency to collapse.

It's just that Maca, who quickly solved this source of bad luck, didn't relax like that.

As far as the fittest was concerned, the threads of doom that weaved the threads of doom looked terrible, but they weren't enough to cause so many Muggles to die.

In this way, it is not difficult to imagine that the source of bad luck is obviously more than this.

Thinking about it like this, Maca naturally didn't want to stay here and waste her time anymore.

You know, maybe in the few minutes he was thinking, there were a few more Muggles out there suffering from bad luck and losing their precious lives for some frivolous reason.

……

Since the afternoon of the same day, Maca has been engaged in the operation of clearing the source of bad luck. Not only that, but in the process of chasing bad luck again and again, he never forgot to pay attention to the traces that Helbo might leave behind.

Now, the dark wizard who can do all of this, and still has such a motive, he doesn't think about it anymore except for Helbo.

And he buried his head in the trail for such a good time, and unconsciously he was busy until the next morning.

To be honest, a whole night of exploration cannot be said to be fruitless. But it was the only discovery during this period that only made Maca have more doubts in her heart.

Of course, it also starts with the moment when Maca first saw a Muggle "entangled" by the threads of doom.

It was about two o'clock in the morning, and Maca was flying over a street.

It was an ordinary street with only the street lights on, and on both sides were families who had already slept peacefully. Where the street lights do not reach, the darkness of the night becomes the main color here.

But Marka didn't just rely on his eyes to observe, no matter how dark the environment was, he also found a Muggle man sleeping there in the garden bushes by the street.

Immediately, the low-flying maca turned back and quickly landed on the edge of the bushes.

"For so long, I just followed the traces of the magic thread, but this time I was lucky, and I found a subject that was being entwined by the silk thread......"

With that in mind, he stepped over the not-so-tall bushes and leaned over the dark meadow.

Lying here was a man in pajamas.

I don't know if someone got it here, or if he sleepwalked here himself. In short, he was either sleeping before he came here, or he must have been on his way to sleep.

And because he was being entangled in the threads of doom, Maca wasn't surprised by his current state - no matter how he got there, it was obviously not surprising.

What Maca cares about most now is actually the man's state.

After leaning over to examine it closely, Maca found that the man was indeed alive and well! The bad luck that befell him for no reason, although it made him lie in the bushes in the middle of the night, did not let him die miserably.

Well, if he is allowed to lie here, he will be frozen tomorrow at most.

So, will he die next?

Maca straightened up and looked around a few times - he didn't know when this man would die, he only knew that he probably wouldn't be able to die in a short time.

However, when it comes to "luck", it is clear that there is no sign to follow.

He was thinking like this, but unexpectedly, the thread of doom that was wrapped around the man's body suddenly loosened at this time!

"What?"

Maca watched as the thread of magic broke away from the man's body and dissipated on its own. In just a few moments, it lost its original form, leaving only a faintly discernible residual ripple in the air.

"That's ...... It's over? ”

It's just a combination of runes, and it doesn't dissipate because of Maca's appearance - it doesn't have any self-awareness!

In this way, there seems to be only one answer left.

"Could it be that I had a preconceived idea from the beginning? In fact, the result of this misfortune is only 'disappearance', not 'death'? ”

In the Montungus report, there are people missing and people dying, and the two are almost always accompanied by each other.

But if this bad luck is only to the point where people will disappear, then what is the purpose of Hellpoter's such superfluous acts?

To confuse the public? Apparently not.

Because only a very small number of wizards can sense magic, and in London it is probably only Maca. If Helbo did this, not only would he not mislead Maca, but he would also provide him with clues to follow for free.

If Helbo was trying to confuse Maca, he had succeeded, but what was the point?

Maca seemed puzzled by this, but he didn't dwell too much on it. After casually throwing the man in the bush to someone's door, he followed the remaining magic fluctuations and went back to his clean-up work.

And this continued, and he made it to dawn all at once.

……

As soon as dawn came, Maca took a break from her travels in and around London and returned to St. Mungo.

No matter how capable he was, he was just a normal person, and he needed rest and sleep to replenish the energy consumption that the potions couldn't completely replenish.

After sending a secret letter to the Order of the Phoenix, he returned to his makeshift bed in the potions preparation room and honestly regained his sleep.

And in the hours he sleeps, Lupin will gradually distribute the investigation work to more members of the Order of the Phoenix.

While it would be difficult for ordinary wizards to keep track of such vague magical fluctuations, even if they had alchemy tools, it was still okay to keep an eye on Muggle cases covertly like Mundungus did.

The most important thing now is that there are not enough clues, especially the ones that Helpo may leave behind.

However, while some members of the Order of the Phoenix and Maca are gradually starting to get busy, the last few days of the Christmas holiday seem to be gradually draining.

In his current state, even Maca himself is not sure if he will be able to go back to teach everyone after the school starts.

But what made him even more unexpected was that on the last day of the Christmas holiday, he also met a powerful wizard whose identity was quite suspicious, and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

If Helbo was a great danger that had already been identified, then this other wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him was a sign of a new danger.

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