“…… Hey, why did you come back again? ”

As soon as she opened the door, Maca saw a familiar face.

Fanny has a good temperament, and her appearance is definitely not bad. It's just that she looks serious all day long, and she usually treats people a little coldly, which often gives people a feeling that she is not easy to contact.

"Someone's dead, the same wizard who didn't mean to you yesterday—" Fanny quickly closed the door tightly before whispering, "Taforler's." ”

Look at! When a dead person doesn't change his face or heartbeat, he really doesn't look like a woman.

"The little one? Or is it big? Maca frowned slightly, and immediately asked.

"Big."

Fanny answered his question succinctly.

Maca was surprised that someone had died after only one night of going out. No matter how fierce the fight in the secret is, it will not kill the killer on the night of his arrival in Beauxbatons.

But the thought that he had met the two of the Tyfleurs in the old butler's room yesterday made it an extra layer of suspicion.

After considering this, Maca quickly came up with two guesses: either the forces with the Tefler family wanted to take the opportunity to muddy the waters, or some conspirators had already pointed the tip of their green rods at him Marka McLean.

"Mr. McLean, didn't you go to ...... last night" Probably seeing that Maca was so calm, Fanny began to suspect first, "Sir, do you need me to try to spread some words and disturb the eyes of the other forces?" ”

When she said this, she apparently killed Maca on the spot.

Not to mention, it was too much of a coincidence that someone hadn't come back all night yesterday and that someone had found a body early in the morning.

However, in the struggle for power, it is all too common to die a handful of people. Fanny was able to climb to the position of the head of the family, and she didn't know the way of it, because she was soon going to try to muddy the water completely according to the usual method.

"No, it's none of my business," Maca said lightly, shaking her head, "I wasn't in the castle at all last night...... You're doing the right thing, but before we do, let's go and get to the bottom of it. Well...... Did you see only one dead person? ”

"Yes," Fanny nodded affirmatively, "it's the male wizard who has been with the young master of the Tafler family, and his death is characteristic. ”

"It's just that guy alone, it's not out of control." Maca's eyes narrowed, and he thought for a moment, then he waved his hand, "Go!" Let's take a closer look! ”

When the situation is still unclear for the time being, his active presence is also a way to distract others. So he had to get to the scene as quickly as possible, lest someone deliberately throw out some unfavorable news while he wasn't there.

Led by Fanny, Maca soon came to a corner in the hallway, only to find that it was already full of people. It was easy to see over the heads of the wizards, and Madame Maxime, who had only been separated from him for a short time, hurried to arrive. Her unusual height and body shape make her stand out in the crowd.

And in the air next to her, there was a translucent white shadow floating, which was naturally the ghost of the Hohenheim family, Mr. Davide.

"When I passed by just now, there weren't as many people as there are now......" Fanny looked at the crowded hallway in front of her, leaned over Maca and whispered, "Mr. McLean, do you need me to get them out of the way?" ”

Hearing this, Maca waved her hand uncomfortably.

"Does Mr. Blois do this often?" He said helplessly, "I'm not as big as him, so I don't dare to bother you to open the way...... You wait. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out two large, thick magic books from his waist and tossed them to his feet. Most of the people in front of him were looking forward, but no one noticed his small movements.

"Come, stand up—" Maka stretched out her hand and motioned for Fanny to put her hand on her arm, "I've taken you there." ”

With that, he stepped on one of the books first, hovering unusually skillfully just a few inches above the ground.

When Fanny heard this, she guessed more or less what Maca wanted to do. The ability to fly with a levitation spell is not something that ordinary wizards can play, and everyone knows that it cannot be used directly on themselves. That's why wizards in the past invented magical items such as broomsticks and carpets in order to be able to move steadily and accurately in the air.

But in the spirit of determined work, Fanny still stepped on another floating magic book with some nervousness. When she felt the steady power under her feet come back, her eyes widened and she showed a look of amazement.

She is also an excellent witch cultivated by her family, and although she has been working tirelessly for the family's work in recent years, she still has a very solid foundation in magic. So she could at least understand that Maca's ability to control the levitation charm had reached a point where she could fine-tune it with the weight she stepped on.

Standing on the suspended magic book, but it was like being down-to-earth, this wonderful feeling made Fanny can't help but stomp her right foot lightly.

"Don't stomp," Maka hurriedly stopped, "I don't read this book often, but it's a book!" ”

Fanny suddenly realized how inappropriate her actions were, and she immediately nodded slightly, and stood carefully on the book and no longer dared to move at will.

Maca saw that she was standing on her arm, and then she controlled the two books at the same time to slowly rise into the air, floating over the crowd, and sliding to the innermost point very steadily.

For a moment, the wizards all subconsciously tilted their heads, and then watched with stunned faces as Maca and Fanny walked all the way forward.

"Who was it just now? That...... Oh! McLean of Hogwarts! ”

"Levitation Charm?"

"Look what I saw—two people flying with their books on their feet? Could it be some new flying product? ”

"One is Simple Spells to Fool Muggles, and the other is Defense Against Magic Theory...... I've read both, and they're the kind of stuff that people can't read. ”

……

Amid the chatter of a large crowd, Maca came to the corner of the corridor in front of her. Fanny, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel that this was not bothersome to others, but when it came to being high-profile, it was much more conspicuous than letting her open the way.

"Madame Maxim, what's the matter?"

Maca, of course, didn't care about the gaze of others, and as soon as he arrived, he looked to the corner of the corridor as he asked.

Sure enough, it was the gloomy guy who fell to the ground yesterday.

I saw it leaning diagonally against the base of the wall, his arms hanging down to his sides, and his head hanging weakly. And his legs stretched straight forward, slightly branching to the sides.

The bangs on his forehead were a little long, and with his head down, those standing in front of him couldn't see the expression on his face. Maca was now hanging in the air, and only the back of his head could be seen.

But the light sensed that the magic in his body was constantly escaping, and Maca knew that this creature must have died a long time ago.

"I don't know, I've just arrived." Madame Maxim looked at Maca, who was dangling in the air, her face still as solemn as before.

As early as the Final Three, she had already seen Maca's ability to step on and fly, and now she naturally won't show any surprises. On the other hand, Mr. Spectre Davide was looking back and forth at the magic book at the feet of Maca and Fanny, as if wondering if it was some kind of very creative flying tool.

"Is his wand still there?" Maca thought for a moment and said, "Maybe there are some clues left in it that are unknown. ”

"It's still there, but I don't think there's any trace of it," said Madame Maxim, shaking her head, "and lo and behold! It's on the inside of his robe! It seems that he was caught off guard, and he didn't have time to draw his wand......"

To be honest, judging from what Maca saw outside the old butler Edward's room at the time, the wizard of the Tauffler family was still very reactive. Even if someone sneaks up on you in the dark, you may not be able to be knocked down without resistance. It was because of this judgment that Maca used a very fast speed to kick it into the air.

"Did I shoot too hard?" He muttered to himself.

It actually makes sense to think about it, although this person's death was not under the hands of Maka, but maybe it really has a slight connection with him.

At this moment, some chaotic voices suddenly appeared in the crowd, as if someone was talking something inside. Maca glanced back keenly, her face was unusual, but her eyes were constantly roaming the pile.

Since someone killed someone last night, there will inevitably be some rumors today. This method is very common, even a little old-fashioned, and the more people who use it, the more it means that it is very useful. Not to mention whether those rumors can lead other forces, at least to create chaos, it must have a significant effect.

What he is most concerned about now is who this rumor will be related to. Is he Macklean? Or is it some other force?

Most of the wizards present were subordinate members of various forces, and a very small number of them participated in this inheritance event in their personal names. Suffice it to say - a large part of people's heads are not rusty, and they naturally have their own ideas about the judgment of unexpected situations.

It can be seen that many people remain silent and are in a state of indifference. Only a small number of people gradually showed hesitant expressions, and their eyes were directly on Maca's side......

"No, not myself."

Maca found that all those eyes had fallen on Madame Maxim beside him!