It had happened three days earlier, at noon, when the sun was shining and the earth was so white that no one wanted to go out of the room, not even the wizard wanted to stay in front of the house guarded by shade and cool spells.

Then it happened, a not-so-dazzling meteor streaked across the blazing white sky and fell straight into the Cools Valley, and with the meteor falling, a magical wave unique to wizards spread.

As the best graduate of the best Akdina School of Magic in the wizarding world, Mr. Malte has excellent defense against the dark arts, and he is so confident that Mr. Malte decided to check it out.

Madame Malte was unable to stop her, so she took her wand and walked out of the house with him, while their children were ordered to stay at home and not leave the house until they returned.

However, their investigation yielded no results, and they could not even find the location of the not-so-dazzling meteor, and Madame Malte, who was gifted with foresight, made a guess based on various signs, a guess rather than a prediction.

She guessed that either the meteor's landing location was very hidden and they didn't find it, or the meteor didn't land at all, and the meteor wasn't a meteor, but a wizard who had an accident while flying and left in an instant before falling to the ground.

Mr. Malte agreed with her suspicion that the matter should have ended there, but when they returned home, they learned from the children that after they had gone out, a beautiful little girl of about ten years of age, dressed in an ancient princess dress, teleported in front of their house, and before they could ask for anything. Teleport away.

Mrs. Malte was horrified when she heard this, and Mr. Malte's face was not good-looking, and he inquired carefully about the details of the girl's dress. and the smoothness of using teleportation magic.

The eldest daughter's name was Lilith Marte, and she had curly blond hair and a few freckles on her long thin cheeks.

Lilith, a fourth-year student at the Akdina Academy of Magic and Magic, who will be in her fifth year when school starts, articulates the mysterious girl's dress and appearance. Praise that suit is the most authentic ancient court princess formal dress, more formal than the details described in the book.

Her description of teleportation is that she has never seen such a smooth teleportation without any sound.

Mr. and Mrs. Malte's faces were ugly when they heard this. There is a saying in the wizarding world, never judge a wizard's age and depth of magic by his appearance, because the wizarding world has the elixir of immortality, and because the wizarding world has the evil dark wizard of the witch.

And the last hundred years. There are more immortal spiritual teachers in this world.

Obviously. The girl, who looked to be only about ten years old, was either an old witch who had taken an elixir of life or a dark wizard who had used evil black magic to rejuvenate. As for the Spiritual Master, forget it, the powerful Spiritual Master is not yet rejuvenated.

The Maltes hoped for the former, and guessed the former, otherwise their family would have suffered. But they can't rule out that this girl is not a rejuvenated black witch from the Dark Empire.

They were worried, and even considered whether or not to report it to the Ministry of Magic, but in the end they were convinced that more was better than less. I endured it for the time being.

But they found the girl's trail again the next day, all day. She haunted the Cooks Valley, seemingly searching for something.

At night, when the moon was in the thick of the moon, she climbed Mount Coux, and the whole of Mount Coux shone brightly because of her arrival, and the moonlight seemed to gather to the top of the mountain for hundreds of miles, and the screams of Lilian, the second daughter of Xiao Xie in the middle of the night, woke up the Malte family.

They stared at the vague figure at the top of the hill for a long time, and Madame Malte said worriedly, "She seems to be planning to settle here!"

Mr. Marte's expression relaxed, and said: "The Silver Moon is the palace of the gods in the Mythological Era, and the powerful magic power she contains is not the source of the magic power of the dark wizard, this witch is cultivated with the magic power of the Silver Moon, she must be an orthodox witch, it is likely that she is a spiritual master, she wants to settle here, we should welcome it!"

But the worry in his eyes has not completely faded, many old witches will have some quirks that are unbearable for wizards, and even some old witches secretly study black magic in order to delay aging.

They can't guarantee that this witch is not an old witch rejuvenated and will not cause them harm.

"Don't worry!" said Mr. Malte, comforting his wife and children, "I will visit our future neighbor to-morrow, and she may be a very sweet and friendly witch."

So on the third day, today, Mr. Malte decided to go to the witch, who looked to be only about ten years old, but the witch was so elusive as soon as daylight that he walked all over Mount Coux and could not find anyone.

Mr. Malte was distressed, the hot August day, the distressed mood, as soon as he qiē became extremely irritable, even the "admission letter" sent by the owl to his youngest son Thomas was admitted to the Akdina Academy of Magic and Wizardry did not completely alleviate his distress.

Mr. Malte's excellence was not merely verbal, and in the evening he finally made up his mind that if the witch appeared again at the top of Mount Coux tonight, he would venture to climb Mount Coux.

On the evening of August, the sun set, and darkness soon swept over the land, but a dark cloud covered the moon, and there was no moonlight in the dark sky, and by the lights of Higashiyama Castle on the other side of the mountain, Mr. Marte could faintly see the outline of a man on the top of the mountain.

He had been full of courage, but he was hindered by the clouds, hesitated, and the flexible wand of ash in his hand gave him courage, and he decided to climb the mountain path to solve all his troubles and worries at once.

The clouds were getting heavier and heavier, the cool breeze was blowing, mixed with the scorching heat, and in the distance, there was a thunder roar to shoot down, and a storm was coming.

Mr. Malte quickened his pace, the thunder and lightning running through the clouds drew closer, and at last Mr. Malte reached the top of the rugged hill just as the storm threatened to fall.

Under the cover of grass and trees, he secretly looked at the witch. Or the girl, Mr. Mart felt that there was only one sentence to describe this girl who had been carved in pink - a little princess from the age of mythology.

She was supposed to be innocent and cute, but at this time. She looked up at the sky, her face full of gloom and anger, and it was this gloom and anger that made Mr. Malte choose to look at him secretly, and he felt fear in his heart.

But Mr. Malte knew that he had already been discovered, and the girl ignored him because she didn't bother to pay attention, and following the girl's gaze, he looked to the sky. A strange and funny feeling welled up in her heart, could it be that the girl's gloomy and angry face was blaming the dark clouds covering the moon??? and her magic power could not dispel the dark clouds???

At this time, the girl finally noticed him. She turned her head, the gloomy and angry look on her face had vanished, replaced by a calm indifference, and she said, "Mr. Marte." Can you do me a favor?"

Mr. Malte was startled by the sudden remarks. The wand in his hand was almost raised, but the good defense of the dark arts restrained the panic, and he walked out of the half-hidden grass and trees dryly and nervously, and said calmly: "Dear Lord Speech Master, Marte is willing to serve you!"

The girl smiled faintly and said, "I hid the body of a little beggar who died in the heat in the grass halfway up the mountainside, and if she has not been resurrected at noon tomorrow, you can find a place to bury her!"

Mr. Malte's heart was pounding. Involuntarily thought of the dark arts, and he regretted coming to the top of the mountain. But the wizarding world has all kinds of potions, but there are no regret potions.

But at this point, he had to improvise, so he said, "Marte is willing to serve!"

"Remember!" the girl admonished, "not sooner, not later! Forget it, so be it! You may not be able to use it anyway! You go down the mountain, you can't go down again when it's late!"

Mr. Marte was frightened, did not say a word of goodbye, ran away along the path he came, just walked down the top of the mountain, after an instantaneous movement had arrived at home, looking back at the top of the mountain, he was shocked to find that the top of the mountain was shining with golden light at this time, and in the golden light, a goddess in palace costume held a domineering long knife, the long knife was headed, and the space was cracked.

Above the sky, purple lightning traveled in the dark clouds, lightning and black evil were intertwined, and the killing machine that destroyed the world shrouded the entire Kux Mountain, but the goddess on the top of the mountain was golden and light, and the will and courage of endless war swept the heavens and the earth.

At this time, Malte already had three points in his mind, and he believed in myths and legends, just as he believed in the existence of gods.

He believed that the headmaster of the Akdina Academy of Magic had come to the Academy of Magic more than a hundred years ago, and that the spiritual master was as powerful as a god. Just as he believed that the scene before him was a duel between two gods, and the girl who seemed to be only about ten years old was the goddess of the stumbling at this time.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap that shook the sky, on the top of the mountain, under the dark clouds, the dazzling thunder light accompanied by the sword light of the dawn staggered up and down, Malte closed his eyes, he didn't dare to look, and he couldn't look at it, the war of the gods was not something that mortals could look at, and it was so close, he only hoped that this war would not affect his homeland.

With a loud thunderclap, the heavens and the earth suddenly calmed down, and the chaotic intentions such as anger, unwillingness, unyieldingness, and jade burning filled the heavens and the earth all day, and the chaotic intentions were swept away, and the heavens and the earth were calm again, leaving only a broken space trying to repair itself.

But these Mr. Malt didn't know, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the dancing goddess, the dark clouds covering the moon, the weird purple lightning, the domineering war knife, and so on all disappeared, and the silver moonlight sprinkled down, and the only thing that could prove that this qiē was not an illusion was the broken sky above the top of the mountain.

Mr. Malte's mind was uneasy, his thoughts were fluctuating at this time, and all kinds of thoughts came to him, but he couldn't make sense of it, until at last he remembered the girl's request, that is, the goddess's request, as if a flash of inspiration, he understood something, and at that moment, his courage dispelled a fear.

Ignoring Mrs. Malte's cries of panic, he teleported, and the next moment he appeared halfway up the mountain, lit his wand, and cleared the grass, and Monsieur Malte anxiously searched for the corpse of the little beggar of which the girl had spoken.

Not far away, suddenly, a grass trembled slightly, and a figure was faintly visible in the grass.

He hurried over, brushed away the grass, and saw a thin beggar with a dirty body struggling to get up, but she was too weak, she died of heat, her body was dehydrated, she was malnourished, and it was a miracle to be resurrected, and whether she could survive or not was all human.

If she is not given nourishment, water and careful care, even if the gods resurrect her, she will die again.

Mr. Malte knew that this little beggar could not die, entrusted by the gods, supreme glory, and as a descendant of the blood of the gods, this was his duty engraved in his bone marrow.

Carefully pick up the weak little beggar, summon a cup and water, and feed the little beggar to drink the water, and then recite a spell, ready to use the power of magic to dispel the weakness.

"Magic is useless!"

It was faint enough to be almost silent, but Malte heard it, because of the terrible silence on the mountainside. (To be continued......)