Magic is an incredible thing that can never be done with common sense.

Like the transparent barrier that Maca had erected, it kept making a solid sound as if it were hitting a wall as it withstood Malfoy's continuous impact again and again. But in the end, when it was finally difficult to maintain the form and broke apart, there was not even a single movement.

Yes, under Malfoy's vicious backlash, the seemingly impregnable magical barrier was finally forcibly destroyed.

If the outermost interference magic was the first obstacle to Malfoy's progress, then this magical barrier that resembled an upside-down glass bowl was undoubtedly the second.

At this moment, Malfoy, who had just broken through this obstacle, did not stop his steps, because the voice in his head obviously became clearer.

"Well, the front...... It's right in front ......."

Malfoy's personal will was small in the face of the instinctive desires evoked by that voice.

"With enough power, I can surpass anyone, including that McLean......"

He continued to run forward, towards the place where the voice called to him.

"That's right, as long as there is power...... As long as I have power, I can control everything, and I will definitely make the surname 'Malfoy' above the global wizarding world!" ”

He was still running, and the crushed grass clippings were left behind.

"I'm going to make the whole world remember - remember me Draco Malfoy!"

He ran straight to the ancient temple of Shanlin at the entrance.

"Bang!"

Then he stopped again, and flew upside down like the first time...... Only this time, what stood in his way was no longer a transparent magical barrier, but a living person.

"Malfoy......" the man frowned slightly, "why are you here, can you give me a reasonable explanation?" I mean...... If you can explain. ”

Of course, it was Maca who had come straight from Hogwarts, and when he saw Malfoy's current appearance, he had a little guess.

No matter how Malfoy came to be like this, at least, based on the thick black aura that lingered around him, Maca could roughly conclude that it had something to do with the Bewitching Monument.

And when it comes to the Monument of Bewitchment, most of them are inseparable from Voldemort, right?

"Is that the guy's 'back hand' he left for himself when he lived in the Malfoy family mansion?" Maca looked at Malfoy, who was still trying to get up from the ground, and couldn't help but wonder to herself, "But what good can this bring him?" ”

Mike ...... Ryan ......"

Malfoy, who had been stopped by Maca's spell, had already stood up again, but although he was not injured in any way, he still covered his head with great effort and called out to Maca with great difficulty.

"Oh? Can you still speak? Maca stared at his miserable appearance and said thoughtfully.

As things stand, Malfoy is by no means a Black Death transformed by Voldemort. Because although there are people in the Black Death who can retain a certain sense of self, in terms of past memories, it is impossible and there is no need to preserve them.

So, what kind of existence has this Malfoy standing in front of him now become?

"McLean ......"

Malfoy felt strange now, it wasn't his surroundings that were strange, it wasn't Maca who popped up out of nowhere. It was he who was stunned.

In fact, although he didn't know why, the bewitching voice that had occupied almost all of his consciousness in his mind suddenly disappeared the moment Maca appeared.

Whether this can be considered a blessing or not, he still doesn't know.

He only knew that the voice had completely left him, but there were still two different wills entangled in his heart.

One of them said that now he Malfoy should flee from this place immediately, because the maca in front of him would definitely pose a great threat to him; The other voice, on the other hand, kept telling him that he should be honest with Maka about everything so that he could truly be redeemed.

"Malfoy?"

In the moment when he had no time to pay attention to the information from the outside world, Malfoy's almost soul-deep contradictions and conflicts were easily revealed in his expression. Looking at the changing look on his face, how could Maca not notice it.

Seeing that Malfoy's state seemed to be a little wrong, Maca took the initiative to take a step in front of him, but the other party immediately retreated.

It can be seen that Malfoy's eyes, which were immersed in his own consciousness, finally fell on Maca's body again. It's just that there is more instinctive vigilance in those eyes.

In other words, his gaze has turned to Maca's side, but his will is still in his heart.

"Alas, today's time is already a little tight, anyway, let's take it back first......"

Maca thought about the alchemy competition that was still going on in the Hogwarts vestibule, and felt that she probably wouldn't be able to get a result for a while, so she simply planned to pack Malfoy and take it away.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Maca's voice already carried some of the power of the soul rules, almost as if it exploded directly in Malfoy's heart, causing his whole body to shake suddenly. It was this simple call that finally woke Malfoy from his entanglement of wills.

"Ahh McLean—"

If anyone can show two diametrically opposed wills in his body at the same time, it must be like Malfoy at this moment-

Although his face was full of expressions of struggle and stalemate, his legs suddenly retreated a few steps, and then he turned and ran at the maximum speed he could.

As he quickly walked away, he turned his head again with great ambivalence, and looked back persistently in the direction where Maca was.

“…… Mclean...... Save...... Help me. ”

Malfoy's state just now was obviously abnormal, and his very abrupt twisting and running was naturally even more unpredictable. In addition, his speed was indeed very fast, so that even Maca, who had been staring at him in front of him, was only able to react after he had run a short distance.

"This guy seems to have been running away since I knew him......"

Even though Malfoy was almost never a good boy, he was still a classmate of Maca. And the most important thing is that although this thing is not likable, at least it has always been very self-aware, and since he was taught a small lesson by Maca once when he was a child, he has never provoked Maca head-on.

As Maca put it, in front of him, Malfoy must have been on the way to escape, if he didn't turn his head and run, and there were basically no exceptions.

Marka even remembers the time when she met Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest and sucked the blood of a unicorn, and Malfoy was so frightened that she slipped away with her teeth at the beginning.

"It's not very eye-catching, but why are you indispensable everywhere?"

While reminiscing a little about the past, Maca also chased after Malfoy in front of her. From the slightly shortened distance between the two, it can be seen that Maca's speed is obviously faster, and it is only a matter of time before he catches up with Malfoy.

……

Around the same time, Ens was still riding on the broomstick he had come out of Hogwarts, flying at full speed.

And just below him, the sea seemed to be endless with the waves, and the horizon in all directions was connected with the blue sky.

Overhead, there were not too many clouds to obstruct it, and the sun was shining heroically with its dazzling light, and even the heat was cast on Ens who was walking against the sea breeze.

The constant exposure to the sun, combined with the fact that he had not replenished fresh water for a long time, made his mouth somewhat dry.

"How long will it take to see the coast......"

He glanced left and right a few more times, then suddenly stopped in the air, then drew his wand and placed it across his palm.

"Show me the way."

Before he could finish speaking, the wand spun on its own, pointing steadily to the north. Ensby calculated the direction indicated by the tip of his wand, and then nodded again, and continued to rush forward.

It is certainly quite difficult to move around the sea without a reference, but for a wizard riding a broomstick, as long as he calculates the right direction at the beginning, he will always reach his destination straight. Because as far as the broomstick is concerned, the flight angle will not change unless there is a small problem of bias itself.

From time to time, Ens checked his direction to make sure he hadn't inadvertently flicked the broomstick handle while flying.

However, in the absence of problems with the itinerary, the mental and physical exhaustion caused by a long flight has become the biggest problem.

The voice of the incantation was visibly hoarse, and Ens himself could clearly feel it. And maintaining the same flying movement all the time also made him have some back pain, and even his muscles became stiff.

"If you don't come to an island first, at least you have to take a break......

As he thought so, Ens shook his head vigorously, leaving these thoughts as far as he could. Because he knew that it would have been reckless enough for him to chase Malfoy like this, and if he wasted any more time, it would be even less likely that he would go there to regain his chance.

Now his greatest hope was the test given to him by the illusory shadow of Salazar Slytherin. It was probably the only thing he had that Malfoy hadn't.

If he had any chance of getting a head start from Malfoy's hands, he would have to rely on the advantage that might exist.

Therefore, he must not hesitate because he is so tired.