It wasn't that Maka really saw anything that was surprising, but because he suddenly remembered that the person who invented the method of making Horcruxes was lying under the ground.
In this case, it really makes sense.
No matter how many Horcruxes the despicable Haierbo made for himself, or whether he had already lost his mind due to his incomplete soul, the most important thing is that he might not be dead after all!
And what should you do if you want to deal with a guy who can be resurrected infinitely
Maka immediately lowered her head and looked at the base of the Monument of Bewitchment with a hesitant expression - the despicable Halbo was probably sealed under it by Slytherin and his coffin.
However, this seems to be somewhat different from the situation described in "The Book of Sin"
There is no mention of the despicable Herbo.
Moreover, although Maka had just circled around the Monument of Bewitchment, she could not find any traces related to Slytherin.
So, in "The Book of Sin", how does the "future self" know about it
The Monument of Bewitchment is as black as ink, and its surface is as smooth as new. Except for some simple and rough decorative patterns on the base, there are no other details to be seen.
Since there are no clues around, it's either up there or -
"...No, no, I haven't lived enough yet!" Maka subconsciously glanced at the base of the stele, then stepped on a magic book and steadily rose to the top of the Bewitched Stele.
The top of the jet-black jade-like stone tablet is still as flat as a knife cut. Although some stones and dust fell on it, slightly covering up its own blackness, it is still clearly black and white.
Maka did not dare to touch the stone tablet easily, but hovered above it for a while. Suddenly, he noticed a flash of silver light from the corner of his eye.
He looked at the glowing wand in his hand and immediately flew towards the place where the light was looming.
"This is… "
Behind a pile of rocks, the silver shimmered in Maka's sight again, constantly reflecting the light emitted by the wand's glowing spell.
"...Snake staff?"
He waved his wand and moved the messy stones away, cleaning up the dust along the way. Immediately afterwards, a shining silver snake staff was completely revealed.
It was inserted diagonally on the stone tablet, like an iron nail on a wooden board. It was inconspicuous, but it was deeply pierced into it. Even the Bewitching Tablet had several fine cracks as a result.
Now Maka finally understood why it was said in the "Book of Sin" that Salazar Slytherin sealed the Monument of Bewitchment. It seemed that the Monument of Bewitchment was indeed still sealed.
What I didn't expect was that Slytherin not only sealed the Monument of Bewitchment, but also used the Monument of Bewitchment to seal the despicable Haierbo!
This is a beautiful chain of seals, one link after another, it is really amazing!
But while Maka was still nodding her head for Slytherin's masterpiece, the Monument of Bewitchment was still conveying seductive messages to him, one wave after another, as if it would never stop.
…
Whenever people think of something that remains unfinished, time always flies so fast that you can’t even catch up with your belt.
Amid Harry's nervousness and Hermione's anticipation, June 23rd passed quietly.
Early the next morning, birds flew outside the castle and chirped, announcing the gradual rise in temperature; the sky was so blue that it seemed as if it had been painted several times with an oil paint brush, and there was not a single cloud in sight.
Oh—Merlin's heel!
The third event of the Triwizard Tournament will arrive tonight! And three... er, I mean, four warriors will come together to win the championship trophy!
The students of the three schools are very excited, but they don’t really expect their warriors to win the championship—even the little wizards of Durmstrang!
This is entirely because Maka seems to be too lazy to pick up the energy every time she takes part in the competition. This makes them not sure whether Maka will still paddle freely and hand over the trophy in the third event. Let people.
But relatively speaking, the students at Hogwarts seemed more excited.
Especially Gryffindor House, they started making noise at the dinner table early in the morning. There is no way, there are two warriors in Hogwarts, and they are both in Gryffindor House, so they are not allowed to cheer more
But Harry was very nervous. He didn't look very well, and he might get a stomachache from nervousness - the experience in the maze was too frightening, and he had already cast a shadow on the Triwizard Tournament.
Students have been taking exams all day long…
Yes, the exam week has entered in the past few days, but the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament are exempt from the exam.
While everyone was rustling in front of them answering questions, Harry and Hermione were sitting at the back of the classroom, flipping through books to find some spells that could be used in the competition.
"It would be nice to find one more!" Harry kept thinking like this, but he didn't gain much.
"Potter, Granger, the warriors have gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast." Professor McGonagall walked to the Gryffindor table and said.
"But the game only starts at night!"
Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on himself - he thought he had misremembered the time!
"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "The warrior's relatives have been invited to watch the final. You can meet them."
When Professor McGonagall walked away, Harry stared at her back and was stunned.
"She doesn't think the Dursleys are coming, does she?" he asked Ron blankly.
"I don't know," Ron said, "Oh... Harry, I have to go quickly, I'm going to be late for the exam. See you later..."
Harry finished his breakfast in silence in the gradually deserted Great Hall.
He saw Fleur Delacour stand up from the Ravenclaw table and walk into the conference room with her sister. After a while, "Maka" also walked over there with a calm expression.
But Harry sat still, he really didn't want to go.
"Hermione, you go first! It's definitely not easy for your parents to come here..."
Harry knew that he had no relatives - no relatives who would risk their lives to come see him.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione said with her hands on her hips, "Do you remember what Maka said? Are you planning to let him be there alone?"
"Oh... yes, you're right..."
Just as he slowly stood up, the door to the conference room opened, and "Maka" poked her head out.
"Harry, come here quickly! They are waiting for you!"
Harry stood up in confusion - it was impossible for the Dursleys to come? He and Hermione walked across the hall together, pushed open the door and entered the conference room.
As soon as he entered the door, he heard Fleur chattering to her mother in French.
Fleur's little sister Gabrielle held her mother's hand and looked at Maka by the window with big bright and pure eyes, staring at her without blinking.
And "Maka" standing by the window looked a little forlorn.
I don't know who opened the window, but the warm wind from outside blew in, ruffling his hair and giving him an air of vicissitudes of life.
"Oh! Dad, Mom! Are you really here?" Hermione asked in surprise, "Is this okay? Do you understand where this is? Oh - God!"
Then, Harry turned his head and saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, looking at him with smiles.
"Didn't expect that!" Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically, and Harry stepped forward with a smile on his face. "We wanted to come watch you play, Harry!"
She leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"How are you?" Bill smiled and shook hands with Harry. "Charlie also wanted to come, but he couldn't leave. He said the scene where you killed the Horntail was so exciting, it was incredible!"
Harry noticed that Fleur Delacour looked over his mother's shoulder at Bill with interest. It's obvious that she's not at all averse to long hair and earrings with fangs.
But after just looking at it, she turned her head back again.
"That's very kind of you," Harry said softly to Mrs. Weasley, "I still wanted to-Dursley-"
"Well."
Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. She had always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but her eyes would sparkle every time she heard their names.
"It's good to be back," Bill said, looking around the conference room. "I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the Mad Knight still there? Sir Cadogan?"
"Oh, it's still there!" said Harry, who had met Sir Cadogan last year.
"Where's the Fat Lady?" Bill asked.
"She was there when I was at school," Mrs. Weasley said. "One day I came back to the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning, and she gave me a real scolding—"
"What are you doing outside the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in surprise.
Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes sparkling.
"I was taking a walk with your father, and he was caught by the housemaster at the time, Apollyon Prinnlo - your father still bears the mark on his body!"
"Take us around, Harry?" said Bill.
"Okay," Harry said, suddenly he caught sight of Maka from the corner of his eye, and he immediately stopped, "And Maka is here! Let's go together, shall we?"
"Oh - we wanted to -" Mrs. Weasley said sadly, "but MacLean said he had something to think about, so he couldn't hang out with us."
"Uh... Really?" Harry thought for a while and said, "It's okay, he likes to think, and he always does. In that case, then... "
Harry turned around and looked in the direction of "Maka", only to see that the other party turned back hurriedly, pretending not to see him.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Bill asked strangely.
"No, it's nothing..." Harry scratched his scalp and said with a puzzled expression, "I just feel a little... um... It's okay, it must be an illusion, right?"
Maka usually lives alone. Who knows what she has been busy with recently? It would be better for him not to disturb her.
To be honest, he really doesn't dare to get close to Maka now, because it always reminds him of some bad memories.
In Gabrielle's clear eyes, the "young man" by the window shook his hair and sighed softly:
"Oh! The wind is so noisy today!"