It's been a few days since Maca left Hogwarts. Originally, no one knew about his journey this time, where had he been in the past few days? What did you do? No one even knows.

But in fact, these days, he has been staying in an old place and has never left a single step.

This place is called the Tomb of the Despicable Helbo.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, where she could not see her fingers, Maca was still sitting on the floor, a thick notebook floating steadily in front of him, and he was writing quickly on the parchment pages.

Around him, a soft glow rose and fell, fluttering up and down, providing him with ample illumination.

It's just that this stone chamber is so big that even this light cluster can't completely illuminate it, and most of the rest of the space is still submerged in endless darkness.

Suddenly, Makana's right hand stopped writing and coughed lightly. It wasn't loud, but the dungeon was so quiet and empty that his cough could be heard far away in an instant.

He shook his head slightly, and then raised his eyes to look ahead.

Directly in front of his current position was a large inky stone tablet. The size of this stele is astonishingly large, and even though the main burial chamber is large enough, it still occupies more than half of it.

At this time, most of this stone tablet is still in the dark, so what is Maca looking at?

But I saw him casually pick up the staff that was placed beside him, and gently pressed the tip against a certain point on the ground. Suddenly, a stream of magical power flowed from the wand to the top, and continued to be channeled out.

Suddenly, several dark blue points of light lit up silently, and quickly flowed into a line on the ground, quickly spreading out with the spot that the staff had touched.

On the way, a large number of complex branches appeared in the blue-glowing lines, and with each branch, several strange symbols lit up. Soon, these lines and magic words actually surrounded the black stone tablet, forming a large rune array that seemed to have no rules to speak of.

When the array, which occupied almost most of the open space, was lit up, the stone tablet that was originally not in the darkness suddenly reacted—on the originally extremely smooth stone tablet, purple-black words quietly appeared.

Sitting on the ground, Maca seemed to be accustomed to all this, and did not show the slightest expression of surprise. And rightfully so...... Because just two days ago, after completing this formation, he had already seen this scene several times.

Now, while the words on the stele appeared, Maca immediately compared them with what she had written. At present, the magic power he can use is very limited, and the time that can be used to activate the rune array is not long, and he has to hurry up every time.

The vast majority of the characters in these texts are not unusual, they are not magical in themselves, and seem to be simply a combination of ideograms.

It's just that these characters look familiar, and if you have to say, they are actually similar to the early ancient Egyptian scripts. But even a person like Maca, who has studied ancient characters and symbols, does not remember that he has ever seen them in that ancient book or in rubbing.

Therefore, he had to go through a series of interpretations and translations in order to transform the words on the stele into concrete content that he could understand.

In fact, this kind of work of deciphering ancient texts is the most time-consuming and energy-consuming, and scholars in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world tend to spend their lives working on an unsolved script.

Fortunately, among the text symbols that appeared on this black stone tablet, there were still a small number of real rule runes.

Magical words have an innate advantage in conveying meaning, as they allow wizards to intuitively perceive their meaning. Therefore, even if Maca's understanding of regular runes is still very shallow, it has brought great convenience to his analysis and translation work.

There is no doubt that this script is a strange system of accounts centered on regular runes, with ordinary hieroglyphs as an aid to interpretation.

If he could find more inscriptions like this, it might help him speed up the process of parsing the regular runes.

At this moment, it was the last time he activated this rune array. All he had to do was to re-compare the original text and check for any deviations in the text he had originally transcribed.

As for the content of these texts......

“…… The following half of the text should be some kind of ritual in ancient times? ”

After comparing the original text and finding that there were no mistakes, Maca stopped the transmission of magic and returned her gaze to the page of the notebook.

In the inscription that appears, there are very straightforward depictions of objects such as a sword, a mirror, a dagger, a cup, and a box.

For the latter two, Maca still has no clue, but the first three have forced him to have a series of associations.

Of course, his purpose this time was not these dangerous and strange rituals or magic items, but one of the regular runes that appeared in these inscriptions.

This regular rune is located in the center of the stele, and it is larger than the other text symbols. If anything else is a demonstration of an unclear ancient ritual, it is the very meaning of the rune that surrounds this rule rune.

At the moment, what Maca is translating is the content of this inscription, and part of the content of this inscription is also translating a rule rune. Although this was the purpose of Maca's trip, he didn't expect that the result would be expressed in this form.

The last time he was just experimenting with mice, he inadvertently saw this rule rune fleeting. He thought that this time he would definitely be fighting that rune for a while!

After reading the contents again, Maca closed the notebook and collected all the scattered things around her. Immediately afterward, he walked directly to the side of the stone chamber.

"Miss Schoen, it's time to eat."

In one of the corners of the stone chamber of the dungeon, Helen was leaning against the rough wall with her eyes closed, looking rather haggard.

Seriously, Maca didn't abuse her. Not to mention the abuse, even on this three meals a day, even if Maca herself canceled her meal because she was too busy, she was never allowed to eat less.

But in the end, this Helen has never had any appetite, and he has to force him to come to eat.

"Hey, it's time to eat!" Maca took out dry food and water without raising her head and said, "If you don't eat me, I'm going to have to stuff it again?" ”

As soon as she heard the word "hard", Helen finally reacted.

She pursed her lips slightly, then opened her eyes and sat up straight, silently reaching for a piece of bread. Although there was a jar of delicious marmalade next to her, she didn't seem to see it at all, and she took a small bite of it.

In fact, for the first two days of her arrival, she had been silently refusing to eat. Maca, who didn't have much effort, simply mixed bread and water with magic after several attempts to no avail, and then poured it down her throat.

Although it was almost like drinking a large sip of water under the influence of magic, the slimy taste made Helen retch for most of the day.

After that, she finally gave up her plans to go on a hunger strike. Obviously, Maca didn't want her to die, and Maca didn't let her die, and she felt that she probably couldn't die.

The young wizard was incredibly strong, stronger than any wizard she had ever seen.

At least in her past missions, she also considered herself a natural enemy of wizards, and was very resistant to most spells. But in Maca's hands, she didn't even resist a few times before she was captured.

"Miss Schoon, you don't need to be so vigilant all the time," Makka sat down next to her, grabbed a piece of bread, took a bite and said indistinctly, "Don't you have anything to say?" ”

Helen heard Maca's words, of course, but she didn't want to respond at all. For her, the mission was doomed before it was completed, and she didn't want to say anything at all.

But Maca didn't care, if he had to say it, he had spent hundreds of days alone before, and talking to himself or something was simply a matter of course. Others may find it embarrassing to be cold, but he doesn't feel it at all.

"Alright! If I say what you're going to do, I'm just temporarily blocking it......" he looked at Helen, "can you react differently?" ”

As soon as he had finished saying this, Helen's little hand grasping the bread suddenly tightened, and the bread that had been pinched so soft was distorted. She paused, and looked over to Maca, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

“…… What do you mean? ”

Probably because she hadn't spoken in days, her originally clear voice had become a little hoarse.

"Isn't your mission to infiltrate Hogwarts and break the Mirror of Eris?" Maca smiled casually and said nonchalantly, "Although I don't understand why you are so persistent, in fact, you still have a chance to complete your mission." All I want is to make it come later. ”

"Really?" Helen asked with a hesitant expression.

"Of course, do I have to lie to you? What's the point? Maca said, swallowing the food in her mouth, and said very dryly, "How about I let you break it now?" ”

When Maca said this, Helen's expression changed several times in a row, obviously generating more confusion and doubt about Maca's words.