It wasn't that Maca had seen anything surprising, but that he had suddenly remembered that the one who had invented the method of making Horcruxes was lying beneath the ground.

In this way, it really makes sense.

No matter how many Horcruxes the despicable Helmo has made for himself, and whether he has already lost his mind because of his broken soul, the most important thing is that he may not be dead!

And what should you do if you want to deal with a guy who can be resurrected indefinitely?

Maca immediately lowered her head, looking at the base of the Bewitching Monument with a hesitant and despicable expression, most likely sealed under it by Slytherin and the coffin.

It's just that this seems to be a little different from the situation described in the "Book of Sin"?

There's no mention of the dastardly Helbo.

Moreover, although Maca had made such a large circle along the Bewitching Monument just now, she did not find any traces related to Slytherin.

So, how does that "future self" know about it in the Book of Sin?

The whole body of the monument is as black as ink, and the surface is as smooth as new, except for some simple and rough pattern decoration on the base, there are no other details to see.

Since there are no clues around, they are either on top or there

“…… No, no, I haven't lived long enough! Maca subconsciously glanced at the base of the stele, and then stepped on a magic book, steadily rising to the top of the bewitching stele.

The top of the stele, which was as black as jade, was still as smooth as a knife cut, and although some stones and dust had fallen on it, slightly concealing its own blackness, it was still black and white.

Maca didn't dare to touch the stele easily, but hovered in the sky for a while, and suddenly he noticed a silver light flashing in the corner of his eye.

He looked at the glowing wand in his hand, and flew towards where the glitter loomed.

"It's ......"

Behind a pile of rubble, the silver shone again in Maca's sight, reflecting the glow of the wand's glowing charm.

“…… Snake staff? ”

He waved his wand to remove the mess of rocks, dusting it off along the way. Immediately afterward, a shining silver snake staff was completely revealed.

It was stuck diagonally on the stele, like an iron nail on a wooden board, inconspicuous but deeply rooted in it, and even the stele of bewitchment appeared several fine cracks because of it.

Now Maca finally understood why it was said in the Book of Sins that it was Salazar Slytherin who sealed the Monument of Bewitchment, and it seems that the Tablet of Bewitchment is indeed still in the process of being sealed.

What I didn't expect was that Slytherin not only sealed the Bewitchment Tablet, but also used the Bewitchment Tablet to seal the despicable Helbo!

It's a beautiful chain seal, ring by ring, it's really amazing!

It's just that while Maca is still nodding her head at Slytherin's masterpiece, the Monument of Bewitchment is still conveying messages of temptation to him, wave after wave, as if it never stops.

……

Whenever people remember that there's something left to do, time flies so fast that you can't catch up with your belt.

In Harry's nervousness and Hermione's anticipation, June 23 passed quietly.

The next morning, birds flew outside the castle, chirping and announcing the gradual rise in temperature; The sky was so blue that it seemed to have been brushed several times with an oil paintbrush, and there was not a trace of clouds in sight.

Oh Merlin's heels!

The third event of the Triwizard Tournament will arrive tonight! And three ...... Uh, I mean, four Warriors are going to come together and win the championship trophy!

The students of the three schools were excited, but they didn't expect their warriors to win the championship, even the little wizards of Durmstrang!

It's all because Maca doesn't seem to be able to lift her spirits every time she competes, which makes them unsure if Maca will paddle freely and hand away the trophy in the third event.

On the other hand, the students at Hogwarts were a little more excited.

Gryffindor House, in particular, started to make a fuss at the dinner table early in the morning. No way, there are two warriors at Hogwarts, and they are both in Gryffindor House, so they can't cheer more?

But Harry was very nervous, he didn't look very good, and he was probably so nervous that he would have a stomachache when the time came, and the encounter in the maze was too frightening, and he now had a shadow over the triwizard.

Students spend the whole day exams......

Yes, the last few days have entered exam week, but the Warriors of the Final Three are exempt.

While everyone was in front of them, Harry and Hermione sat at the back of the room, flipping through their books looking for some spells that could be used in the game.

"If only I could find one more!" Harry kept thinking about it, but it didn't get much out of it.

"Potter, Granger, the Warriors will meet in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast." Professor McGonagall walked over to the Gryffindor table.

"But the game didn't start until night!"

Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on him, he thought he had misremembered the time!

"I know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said, "that relatives of the Warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet them. ”

As Professor McGonagall walked away, Harry stared at her back.

"She doesn't think the Dursleys are coming, is she?" He asked Ron blankly.

"I don't know," Ron said, "oh...... Harry, I need to hurry up, I'm going to be late for the exam. See you later......"

Harry finished his breakfast in silence in the darkened auditorium.

He saw Fleur Delacour get up from the Ravenclaw table and walk into the conference room with his sister. After a while, "Maca" also walked towards that side with a calm face.

But Harry sat still, he really didn't want to go.

"Hermione, you go first! It's definitely not easy for your mom and dad to come once......"

Harry understood that he had no relatives who were willing to come and risk his life.

"What stupid are you talking about!" Hermione crossed her waist and said, "Do you remember what Maca said?" Are you going to leave him there alone? ”

"Oh...... Yes, you're right......"

As he slowly stood up, the door to the conference room opened, and "Maca" poked her head out.

"Harry, come here! They're waiting for you! ”

Harry stood up in confusion, the Dursleys couldn't have come, right? He and Hermione walked down the hall and pushed the door open into the conference room.

As soon as he entered, he heard Fleur babbling to her mother in French.

Fleur's little sister Gabrielle took her mother's hand and looked at Maca by the window with her big bright and pure eyes, staring at it without blinking.

And "Maca" standing by the window looks a little bleak.

I don't know who opened the window, and the warm wind outside blew in, ruffling his hair and coating him with a layer of vicissitudes.

"Oh! Mommy and Dad! Are you really here? Hermione said in surprise, "Is that okay?" Do you understand where this is? Oh my! ”

Then, Harry turned his head to see Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, smiling at him.

"I didn't expect that!" Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically, and Harry stepped forward with a smile, "We wanted to come and watch you play, Harry!" ”

She leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek.

"How are you?" Bill smiled and shook Harry's hand, "Charlie wants to come too, but he can't leave." He said that the one you killed the tree wasp was so exciting, it was incredible! ”

Harry noticed that Fleur Delacour had stepped over his mother's shoulder and looked at Bill with interest. It was evident that she was not at all averse to long hair and earrings with fangs.

But after just looking at it, she turned her head back again.

"You're so nice," Harry said softly to Mrs. Weasley, "I still want to do Dursley"

"Hmm."

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. She had always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but every time she heard their names, her eyes fired.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, surveying the conference room, "I haven't seen this place in five years, is the portrait of that mad knight still there?" Sir Cadogan? ”

"Oh, it's still there!" Harry said he had met Sir Cadogan last year.

"Where's the fat lady?" Bill asked.

"She was there when I went to school," Mrs. Weasley said, "and one day I went back to my dorm at four in the morning, and she gave me a hard lecture"

"What are you doing outside your dorm at four in the morning?" Bill said as he looked at his mother in amazement.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"I was walking with your father, and he was caught by the housekeeper at the time, Apollion Prinlo, and your father still has his mark on him!"

"Show us around, Harry?" Bill said.

"Alright," said Harry, catching a glimpse of Maca out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately paused, "And Maca is here!" Shall we be in this together? ”

"Oh, we think too," Mrs. Weasley said regretfully, "but McLean said he had something to think about, so he couldn't hang out with us." ”

"Uh...... Is it? Harry thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, he likes to think, and that's always the case. In that case, then ......"

Harry looked back at Maca, only to see that the other man was hurriedly turning his head, pretending not to see him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Bill asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing......," Harry scratched his scalp and wondered, "I just think it's a little ...... Well...... It's okay, it should be an illusion, right? ”

Maca is also often a loner, so who knows what she's been busy with lately? He still didn't bother.

To be honest, he didn't really dare to go near Maca now, because it would always remind him of some bad memories.

In Gabrielle's clear gaze, the "young man" by the window shook his hair and sighed softly:

"Oh! It's so noisy today! ”