"Let's all unite -"
"Unite!"
"We are not pacifists—"
"Not a pacifist!"
"Swing the staff, shake the staff, point the tip of the staff toward the target—"
"Swing the stick, shake the stick, point to the target!"
"Very good, let's do it again; pay attention, this time we should recite the spell! Floating into the sky -"
"Float into the sky!"
In the principal's office of Durmstrang College, the current principal Karkaroff is reviewing some documents.
Since the last time Maka pointed out a "bright road" for him, he has become much more diligent than before. There were many documents that he didn't pay much attention to before, but now he began to think seriously and write down comments.
Although he still had a wrong idea in his mind - it was nothing more than using his position to attract people's hearts, at least he had begun to take seriously the various responsibilities of "Principal of Durmstrang College".
However, the person who made him make this change seemed to be a little distracted.
At this time, just outside the window behind Karkaroff, a huge rock that was moved from nowhere suddenly appeared there.
But Karkaroff, who was concentrating on reviewing the documents, was completely unaware of this.
"Okay, pay attention to cooperating with each other and maintaining balance, 3-2-1! Very good, you can let it go!"
"boom!"
A loud noise suddenly sounded from outside the window. Karkaroff was startled. The quill in his hand made a "chi" sound and drew an ink mark on a document that "stretched through the back of the paper".
"Remember, this is the power of unity!" Maka clapped her hands and said loudly, "Okay, everyone, take a rest."
"Is this the kind of application you're talking about?" After everyone began to rest in place, Krum, who was standing by and watching, asked impatiently.
"Yes, this is actually the same principle as using the floating spell to fly. As long as each person only controls a small part of the body, the entanglement and interference of each other's magic power can be avoided to a large extent."
"Wouldn't that mean-"
Maka waved her hand and said casually: "Don't think too much, this is just a training for everyone to increase their confidence and learn teamwork. In fact, just lifting this boulder is already very difficult. It’s a matter of fact, and it doesn’t have much practical use.”
After saying that, Maka clapped her hands again and asked everyone to line up again.
"The rest time is over! Next is the quick spell casting practice in dueling! Everyone, recall what I explained before, and then try them one by one! The first row is ready-"
After a while, waves of crooked red laser light suddenly appeared behind Karkaroff, shooting away in the distance in a parabola shape.
Karkaroff looked at the principal's office, which was illuminated by red light again and again, and threw his quill to the floor in anger.
He only has one wish in his heart right now, that is, he hopes that Maka can finish his work as soon as possible, and then get away as far away as possible!
That night, Maka carried a dead frog to the edge of the big lake behind the school.
In the days since he came to Durmstrang, he would often come out at night and sit here for a while. And today, it is still the case.
He first placed the dead frog in his hand on a damp rock by the lake, and then took out a small tin box from his sleeve. He opened the lid of the box and placed it next to the dead frog.
Suddenly, a dozen nimble little guys quickly crawled out of the box and scurried over to the dead frog to eat.
These are the egg sacs that Aragog, the Acromantula, gave to Maka. They had hatched out in Azkaban some time ago.
These spiderlings are still quite small at the moment, but they are obviously two or three times larger than when they were first hatched. Looking at this astonishing growth rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before I have to rely on a shrinking spell to keep them with me.
Probably because they have been together since they were born, they seem very close to Maka. After they ate the dead frog until there was no residue left, they climbed onto Maka's hand together.
"The characteristics haven't been revealed yet. When we grow up, it's time to test the practical results..." He was talking to himself, but he seemed to notice something in the next second, and suddenly turned his head towards the woods on the right. Look in the middle.
"Come out!"
As Maka spoke, she reached out to the iron box, and the spiderlings immediately crawled in on their own.
"Hello, Mr. McLean."
As the voice sounded, a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak walked out of the woods. It can be seen that some lingering black air is faintly leaking out of both the hood and the sleeves.
"Is it you?" Maka immediately recalled the guy who attacked Dumbledore with him.
The other party ignored Maka, but continued in a stiff tone, "Master hopes to see you, please come with me."
"Master? The Dark Lord?" Maka said calmly, "As far as I know, your master and I have some grudges! Do you think I will go?"
"This is an order. If you don't come with me, then I will have to take you away."
He spoke dryly, without any smoothness in his words, as if he were a robot.
"How do you plan to take me away?" Maka raised her eyebrows, shook her right hand, and the wand slid accurately into his hand.
The man reacted very quickly. He suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and immediately rushed straight towards Maka at a speed that caught people off guard.
But Maka also moved very quickly, a burst of blue-green sparks flashed, and the opponent slowed down at a speed that could be discerned with the naked eye... No, it was just the cloak that slowed down!
At that moment, a dense mass of black energy broke open the cloak and headed straight for Maka without slowing down.
There was a loud bang, and the rock under Maka's feet was smashed into pieces by the opponent.
"An enhanced version of Peter Pettigrew?"
Maka controlled the gravel under her feet and hung it steadily in mid-air, thinking thoughtfully.
But the other party obviously wouldn't let him stop there and think about it. After smashing the rock, he suddenly turned and dragged a long black gas tail, flying directly towards Maka in the air without any support.
Maka calmly controlled the gravel to move a few feet sideways, accurately avoiding the oncoming black air mass, and stared at it without blinking.
"What on earth is that black energy?" He kept thinking, but still gained nothing.
After the opponent went back and forth several times without hitting Maka, he seemed to change his strategy and fell back to the ground and returned to his human form. It seems that it is impossible to fly without being in that black air mass state.
Seeing that the man was covered in black energy, he looked almost exactly like Peter Pettigrew. But obviously, this one is more difficult to deal with than Peter, because he can think more or less, instead of just relying on brute force to fight.
The next moment, the opponent raised his right hand, and the black air wrapped around his arm seemed to be alive, dispersed and turned into more small black air balls, continuously shooting towards Maka.
Maka immediately fell vertically, drawing all the black energy to the ground. But when those small black air masses hit the rocks on the ground one by one, they seemed to have no magical properties. They just made fist-sized cracks and holes on the rock surface.
This prevented Maka from collecting any useful information at all.
"Since this kind of black energy can greatly fuel the flames of Li Huo Bottle, it undoubtedly has a very high magic power content; however, the only physical effects it can cause?"
Regarding the nature and principle of this black energy, Maka felt a little helpless.
Just as the two were fighting fiercely, another voice suddenly emerged from the forest.
"McLean, stop it!"
When Maka heard this, she immediately retreated for a long distance. Seeing that the other party also stopped, she turned back and looked into the forest.
"Professor Snape?"
The visitor shook his greasy hair, and his sallow face was not very clear in the moonlight. Only his empty and cold eyes were memorable.
Snape looked back and forth between the two people who had made a temporary truce with a gloomy expression, and said impatiently: "McLean, if the master wants to see you, then just follow him honestly. Why do you want to fight with him?"
Maka pouted and put her wand away.
"Okay, I'm just a little bored and want to test this guy's strength - since Professor Snape is here too, can't you come out earlier?"
Snape snorted, walked quickly to Maka, and disapparated with him without saying a word.
…
The Riddle Mansion still looked quite dilapidated.
It was covered in cobwebs, spotted awns, and all the other stuff you would find in an old house, which made it look like it was in pretty bad shape.
But the study in Riddle Mansion had a completely new look.
The place has been cleaned up, and the space has even been expanded with a traceless expansion spell, and all kinds of gorgeous furniture have been placed. Near the door, many Death Eaters were sitting on the sofas. They occasionally talked to each other, but most of the time they were silent.
The reason why they were silent was naturally the handsome and sunny-looking young wizard sitting at the deepest part of the room.
There was only one person left by his side, and that was his most loyal follower—Bellatrix Lestrange.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Master, McClain is here."
At this time, the Death Eaters sitting on the sofa all sat up straight, and without exception their eyes looked towards the still closed door.
The young wizard sitting at the end of the room also raised his head. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his deep eyes were unpredictable.
"Come in quickly! Severus...and, my old friend, Maka McClain."