Facts have proved that the "world" a person can feel is often limited.
Wherever we are, we always focus our attention on ourselves. The more slender a person is, the more they will be attentive to the people and things around them, but this may also limit their vision.
Here, perhaps I can shamelessly say: Maka’s thoughts are still very delicate.
And because of this, recently he suddenly felt that even for a wizard who could come and go freely, the world was very broad.
On this planet, no matter which person or country's magic world they are, they will not be the center of the world.
Previously, the British wizarding world, with Halbo making endless noises, suddenly attracted the attention of wizards around the world. In this era when most countries are moving towards peace, the catastrophe in London has become the biggest hot spot in the world.
This is true even for wizards in other countries' magical circles. The British wizards who are in the hot spot naturally feel as if they have suddenly fallen into the most chaotic and terrifying place in the world.
Yes, even Maka couldn't help but feel similar to this.
However, probably from the day when the basilisk appeared in Wagadu, Africa, most wizards more or less suddenly turned their attention to the African magic world.
But until then, Maka couldn't help but sigh:
"I thought I had long understood how vast the world is and that I am only in a small corner. But just because I have been immersed in sorting out the current situation all day long, I have inadvertently forgotten my own insignificance."
However, Haierbo's vision never seemed to become narrower.
From the time he crawled out from under the Bewitched Monument until now, he has always looked at the entire world unscrupulously, in the Israeli city of Haifa, the island of Azkaban, London, England, and most recently, the Wagado School of Magic in Africa.
Just from this broad perspective, Maka has to admire it.
"I'm thinking, if Wagadu and the old wizard tribes in Africa can't handle it this time... Haierbo may simply give up on Britain and directly focus on the African magic world, right?"
In the reception room of Black's old house, Maka was sitting firmly at the long table, and the quill in her hand kept writing on the blank parchment.
The table in front of him and the chairs on both sides were already piled with various books.
Therefore, you must first cross the mountain of books in front of him before you can see Lu Ping sitting opposite, immersed in processing information.
Obviously, the sentence just now was asked by Lu Ping.
In response to this, Maka kept her hands on her hands and replied smoothly:
"To be honest, I have never understood the reason why Haierbo made such a fuss in the African wizarding world - although Wagadu does have a long history, it was not inferior to Hogwarts in the past. But because of this, It will also take a lot of time and energy to seize that school... "
As he said this, he suddenly paused the tip of the pen in his hand and said with a slight doubt:
"Is that guy really planning to leave the British wizarding world behind and start all over again?"
This confusion has been growing in Maka's mind over the past few days. Because just these days, the entire African magical world seems to have turned into a huge quagmire, and relatively complete information can rarely be transmitted.
Countless signs indicate that Africa is really in big trouble this time.
At the same time, the British magical world, which had been the most severely harassed by Haierbo, now seems to have entered peace again.
Although there are also contributions from the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo's, Macca, and even many ordinary wizards. But the person who fundamentally made this place calm was Haierbo.
As long as he stops causing trouble, smooth daily life will return to people's side again. In a daze, all the disasters at the beginning seemed to be just a nightmare, and now, that dream has finally awakened.
After a moment of silence, Lu Ping on the opposite side suddenly raised his head and said through the pile of books:
"Maka, I think... although the possibility of diverting attention is still high, we must also admit that the possibility of Haierpo intending to change the 'battlefield' is indeed very high."
After all, a being like Maka cannot be underestimated by any wizard. It is self-evident how difficult it is to be an enemy with him.
"Maybe!" Maka put down her quill and said helplessly, "You are right, we do not rule out any possible guesses... That guy may want to contain me here, or he may want to lure me to Africa. . And no matter which possibility, he is the one who has the initiative."
"So, if I want to take over the initiative, I have to get out of the options he created."
After glancing down at the parchment again, Maka folded it and put it in her notebook, then put the magic book and so on back to her waist.
"Fortunately, I may already have an idea."
Last time when chasing the gray shadow in mid-air, he was stopped midway by the appearance of Haierbo, so that Maka could not even see clearly what the gray shadow was, let alone following the gray shadow to its destination.
Now that things have happened, he finally understands more or less. It was probably a soul flying at high speed, a soul whose body was accidentally killed by relatives and friends, and then was attracted to a specific location.
"As long as a person is killed by someone who is attached to this substance, then that person's soul will be affected and forced to fly somewhere... I think. You should be able to gain something by going there."
Putting the potion bottle containing the strange substance on the table, Maka explained.
When Lu Ping heard this, he immediately said:
"Are you planning to let it kill another person?"
Repeating this is naturally the most direct and effective method, but it means that one person needs to be sacrificed to be the "guide".
After thinking about it, Lu Ping couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't it have to be a human soul?"
They are not dark wizards. They cannot kill someone for no reason. This kind of thing cannot be done. No matter what, the best thing to do is to go to Azkaban and get a life-imprisoned criminal to try - this may already be Lupine's bottom line.
"No, it must be human..." Maka shook her head, but then said, "Don't worry, no one needs to sacrifice their life for this, I have a way."
In fact, since he obtained this gray-black substance from the soul of the old Muggle woman, he has been conducting targeted research almost every day.
And just now, he finally confirmed that a method was feasible.
"Lupin, you know that Ravenclaw named 'Sarah', right? Well, maybe you haven't seen her yet - she is the elementary school girl who helped me run the alchemy circle at St. Mungo's last time."
Lupine didn't know why Maka suddenly mentioned that girl, but as the person responsible for sorting out information in the Order of the Phoenix, he must have no shortage of information.
"That's Mr. Hohenheim's little daughter?"
"You can put it this way!" Maka said, "Because her soul has some shortcomings, I was asked to find a way to help her... After that, I have been studying the composition and shaping of the soul."
"But this time, Haierbo gave me some special inspiration."
…
In the afternoon of the next day, downtown London.
Several days had passed since the previous night of digging and searching. And in the past few days, the mysterious wizard in a windbreaker has never stopped.
In order to find the exact thing, sleep became no longer important, and even eating and drinking became the only reason left for "maintaining action."
Unfortunately, if you can't find it, you can't find it.
He knew clearly that it was definitely around London, but even if he tried to look for it day and night, he still found nothing.
Today, according to the search scope of the past few days, we should take a look around the eastern suburbs.
"Ahem, how much time is left..."
The figure walked non-stop on the roadside, calculating the date secretly in his heart, and soon calculated the specific day.
"...Well, cough, cough, cough, it seems there is still time."
But just as he quickened his pace again, hurriedly crossing a street while looking left and right, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
Perhaps it was because he was too exhausted these past few days, and his physical condition was not good, that he could not even notice it when he was so close.
He suddenly took a breath and saw the windbreaker wizard ducking away and trying to hide. As long as special concealment methods are used, even Namaka McLean has to get closer to find it.
However, this time it was slower after all.
"who?"
When it comes to pure speed, there are few people who are faster than Maka. In the blink of an eye, the windbreaker wizard felt an extra hand on his shoulder, gently resting on it.
After a slightly awkward silence, the hoarse voice said:
"… it's me."
Such an answer means saying nothing. But Maka, who seemed to be passing by by chance, took the initiative to take away her palm after realizing it was this mysterious guy.
"Hmm... Although I really want to ask more clearly, but..." He curled his lips and said, "Forget it."
Not long after, Lupine, who was following him today, also appeared next to him through an Apparition.
Naturally, Lu Ping didn't have a good impression of this wizard who seemed to be hiding his head and tail. He was just curious, why did Maka just stand aside quietly, as if the two of them hadn't spoken much since just now
"Who is this?"
Maka then shook her head and said to Lupine:
"Stop asking."
After saying that, he didn't seem to want to stay any longer, so he turned around and walked back in the direction he came from.
"Lupin, come here! Let's do our thing and don't worry about others—"
"etc!"
The voice sounded again, suddenly calling Maka's footsteps... This person seemed to finally want to say something