In the Muggle world, there is the religious story of the death of Judas, and the number "13" represents betrayal and misfortune; and in the magical world, whether it is divination, digital magic or spirituality, the negative power of this number is also recorded .
Divination professor Sybill Trelawney once said a prophecy - "When thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die."
But few people know that in the summoning arts in ancient times, this number that symbolizes "ominous" has been used the most.
Maka borrowed three books from the Witte family, and all three books were documents about summoning in ancient times.
Although there is very little actual content, some of the most basic concepts are very clear, which makes Maka quite satisfied.
According to the book, summoning techniques are roughly divided into two categories, one is spirit summoning technique, and the other is demon summoning technique.
According to Maka's judgment, the former summoned mimetic half-life forms such as rock giants and flame beasts, which should be one of the origins of modern transformation; while the latter summoned demons from hell, which may have something to do with soul science. Small connections.
However, although these two types are both called summoning spells, they are two completely different types of magic. Among the three books in the Witte family's collection, only the latter is involved, which is the art of summoning demons.
I don't know if there is Hell Maka, but the demon summoning technique has an indissoluble bond with the number "13", which he already knows.
Looking at the puzzle piece called "The Last Supper" in her hand, especially looking at the panicked "Judas" above, Maka felt an extremely awkward feeling in her heart.
"… Thanks."
Maka returned the puzzle board to the father and daughter, then leaned against the porthole and closed her eyes gently, and stopped talking to them.
The father and daughter looked at Maka, who looked completely different before and after the puzzle, and had no idea what he was thinking.
"Dad, what is he thanking?" the girl asked with a puzzled look on her face.
It wasn't until the plane arrived at Mother Teresa International Airport in Tirana, the capital of Albania, that Maka opened her eyes on time and got off the plane with other passengers.
Looking up at the clear blue sky above the airport, Maka couldn't help but shook her head, then raised her legs and walked towards an uninhabited corner.
To be honest, some of his previous speculations made him less interested in demon summoning.
If nothing unexpected happened, he believed that this kind of summoning technique would most likely require soul sacrifice. Like the creation of Horcruxes, this evil method also has a psychological impact on the caster.
Judging from his current understanding of regular runes, any magic that has a negative impact on the mind is anti-rule magic, which is commonly known as "black magic" in the magic world.
Even after entering the repeatedly simplified Avada Kedavra, Maka would use it as little as possible to avoid unnecessary burden on his spirit, let alone Horcrux making and demon summoning.
After putting on the Disillusionment Charm and getting on the flying broomstick, Maka had already become accustomed to avoiding the sight of Muggles at all times. The destination of this trip was somewhere deep in the mountains and forests north of Tirana.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but both the ruins of the lake bottom palace in Rowena and the despicable Herbo’s Tomb where Maca is going are both in Albania.
The straight-line distance between the two is only a few dozen kilometers.
Pausing for a moment above a dense mountain forest, Maka relied on the advantage of a high-altitude bird's-eye view to judge the direction of the mountains. After reconfirming the specific location, he pressed down the broom handle and swooped into the forest.
"Wow"
As the emerald green tree crown was pushed open by Maka's spell, he controlled the broom and landed smoothly into the deep and dark forest.
Voldemort was able to find that ancient temple entirely because he had been living in this forest for ten years.
The existence of the Horcrux prevented him from dying completely, but it was also very difficult to be resurrected.
In order to prevent himself from getting lost in the illusory boundary between life and death, he would often possess some small animals with weak spiritual power and wander around in this mountain forest.
By chance, he discovered the small ancient temple hidden in the dense forest.
However, Maka doesn't have that much time to try her luck.
"The little ones are out for a walk!"
Maka shook her sleeves and waved her magic wand in a coherent manner, and a total of seventeen alien acrostic spiders plopped down around Maka. At Maka's order, they dispersed at extremely fast speeds.
How about saying that in the eyes of parents, children will always be children? Even though each of them is now half a body taller than Maka, in Maka's eyes, these "little guys" will always be noisy little spiders in an iron box.
After letting "Little One" to "Little Seventeen" out for a walk, Maka started to wander around easily.
The search spell didn't work, so he couldn't rely on his best method to find the target. In this way, apart from being able to sense magic power fluctuations within a certain range, he has no other advantage in searching.
Rather than working for a long time and still not being able to find the key, it would be easier and faster to let the little guys help him find it.
In fact, this was indeed the case. After only about half an hour, "Xiao San" and "Xiao Qi" had already returned to Maka.
"Garbage (that)... garbage (inside)..."
"ha?"
Yes, "Xiao Qi" and "Xiao Jiu" have started to learn to speak, but I don't know who they learned their accents from. Every time they sound like they are swearing.
Maka simply turned over and sat on Xiao Qi, letting them take him deeper into the forest.
Whenever this happens, Maka always sighs - the shock-absorbing effect of the spider mount is truly top-notch. The eight legs sway up and down, left and right, and their bodies only undulate slightly with the shift of the center of gravity. Variety.
"Hey! Are you a monkey? Don't climb the tree!"
Maca is looking beautiful! Suddenly I felt my body sway, and I quickly stretched out my hand to hook Xiaoqi's long legs...
As the surrounding woods became denser and denser, and the trees became taller and taller, Maka finally saw an ancient temple hidden in the darkness of the dense forest.
"Go find all your brothers and sisters, and then wait here for me to come out."
Maka turned over and got off the ground, waved her hand casually, and then walked towards the dilapidated ancient temple with the lit wand.
This is an ancient stone temple covered with plant vines and green moss. It is very hidden in the forest. Even if it is a little far away, it is easy to ignore it.
Maka stood at the door of the ancient temple and looked inside. Except that the stone floor seemed to be a little damaged, there didn't seem to be anything else strange.
After thinking for a moment, he cautiously walked towards the ancient temple.
"Well?"
It wasn't until he stepped inside that he discovered that due to the angle, it was difficult to see from the outside that there was a deep hole leading underground among the broken and messy floor tiles and stones.
Judging from the various traces nearby, it was definitely not Voldemort who unearthed this underground passage, but much earlier than that.
"Salazar Slytherin traveled a long way here, and then dug up his grave after a disagreement?" Maka muttered, "I didn't expect that Slytherin was also a golden captain in the wizarding world..."
Now that we are here, is there any reason not to go on
Even Maka knew that there was probably a place of right and wrong down here, but if he didn't take a look, he really wouldn't be able to feel at ease.
But fortunately, there was Salazar Slytherin in front of him and Voldemort in the back. Two powerful wizards stepped through the thunder. At least before seeing the Bewitched Monument, the danger factor of this underground palace tomb was quite high. Much smaller.
Tightening the wand in her hand, Maka stepped forward and descended into the dark cave...
Just a few steps after entering, Maka saw many broken rune carvings under the light of the wand's glowing spell.
Perhaps a long time ago, there were a large number of defensive magic circles carved here; but now, they have lost their due magical effect.
After passing through a downward sloping passage, and then turning a 180° corner, Maka saw another downward passage.
It seems that the tomb of the despicable Herbo is still far deep underground, and it is not easy to find the entrance.
Time passed little by little, and apart from Maka's own footsteps, there was no other movement in the passage. This feeling of silence was vaguely mysterious, as if it was rejecting the arrival of outsiders.
Finally, as Maka walked, she discovered that the originally cramped wall suddenly disappeared. Because it was too dark under the ground, he didn't even realize that he was already in the tomb.
Maka intensified the light group on the wand, and the surrounding visible range immediately became much larger, and part of the stone walls on both sides could be faintly seen.
Immediately afterwards, the murals on the stone walls immediately attracted his attention.
"... What is this...?"
On the left side of the tomb is a rather tall stone wall, on which a lifelike picture is outlined with some kind of paint.
What's more worth mentioning is that these murals have not faded or broken due to time, and still maintain quite bright colors. One after another, they extend forward to the depths of the tomb.
The mural in front of Maka depicts a green land, with trees, birds, griffins, fire dragons... all kinds of ordinary creatures or magical creatures, to name a few.
It can be seen from these different creatures that the common animals and plants at that time were quite different from what they are now, but the magical creatures did not change much.
And in this mural, the most eye-catching thing is an extremely large ancient dragon!
This ancient dragon occupies almost half of the picture. It stretches its huge wings and looks down at all the small creatures on the ground from high altitude, like a god.