Because Maka's Apparition problem has never been solved, he now considers making portkeys wherever he goes.
Before he went from Beauxbatons to Durmstrang, and when he passed through Germany and Denmark, he also made two of them so that he could have them at any time when needed.
Of course, this cannot be said casually, after all, the control of door keys is very strict. Even if he can control the fluctuations of magic power and prevent certain detection methods from the Ministry of Magic, it will still be very troublesome if he is detected.
Portkeys are a very convenient means of movement. Not only are they easy to make and move accurately, they can even be used for group transfers easily. No wonder the Ministry of Magic controls this thing so strictly.
Right now, Maka was just like he had been a few times before, holding a very festive-looking red (****) in his hand. When the space suddenly distorted, he disappeared into the small woods outside the school gate in the blink of an eye. .
Maca went to Berlin, Germany, which is very close to the Polish border. But it is a pity that Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim are located on the border between Poland and Belarus, not Germany.
After being blown away by the cold wind from high altitude for a full 4 hours and 20 minutes on the broomstick, Maca finally crossed the entire Poland and arrived at the destination he wanted to go to.
"Lead the way! Little guy... go to your master!"
Maka landed among a rugged mountain range, and then took out a cute little bird from the inner pocket of her coat.
It was Madame Maxime's pet, a white-cheeked warbler who was good at flying long distances.
I saw the little guy standing in Maka's hand, his head spinning twice, and with a sweet chirp, he flapped his wings and flew forward to the left.
When Maka saw this, she immediately leaned forward and followed him on her broomstick.
In fact, this place was actually very close to the troll community. Just over ten minutes later, when Maka followed the little guy over a ridge, she immediately discovered some signs of troll activity.
Those stupid big guys with low IQs and huge bodies will always leave very eye-catching traces when they move.
And because they always like to break some trees of suitable size to use as hunting weapons, they often pull branches with their bare hands, leaving leaves everywhere.
No, it didn't take long for him to see a lone giant monster. When Maka passed over it, it was still lying on the grass, sleeping soundly!
"The smell is really... I can smell it from so far away... "
The stench on the trolls' bodies is world-famous, and it can be said to be their "alternative" weapon. Maka hurriedly flew higher, and then hurriedly continued to fly forward.
It can be seen that the further you go, the more traces of troll activity there are. This valley is undoubtedly the habitat of the troll community.
When he followed Mrs. Maxim's white-cheeked warbler for a short distance, he finally saw some trolls moving in groups.
They all seemed to be more than ten feet tall. Their skin was rough and dull, but their muscles were quite developed, as if they were made of pieces of granite.
Just like what Maka has seen several times before, their heads are small but their legs are very thick, and their two long arms can almost touch the ground.
Most of those giant monsters gathered together in three or four, sometimes making simple chirping noises unique to them, and sometimes fighting each other clumsily but extremely powerfully, making a "bang bang bang" sound.
To any modern wizard, this would be a rather primitive and crude scene.
In the center of the valley in the distance, close to the steep mountain wall, there were some extremely crude wooden scaffoldings. A big man who was obviously much bigger than the other giant monsters was lazily taking a nap under the largest scaffolding filled with hay!
Seeing that the white-cheeked warbler flew towards the giant monster that was obviously the leader without hesitation, Macadang even put away the broomstick under him and completed the Animagus transformation on the way down.
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"Orim, we are almost out of food. If we don't go out, we will starve to death here... Otherwise, I should go out and lure them away, right?"
In the cave, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim huddled in a dark corner. They seemed to be in poor spirits.
"No, there are too many trolls outside. Even if you can lure some of them away, it will be of no use...and...it's too dangerous."
In fact, the two big men are not much different in height from the giant monster. Who makes them hybrid giants
However, unlike those trolls, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim are obviously much more intelligent and can even use magic. Correspondingly, their physical strength is absolutely incomparable to that of the giant monsters.
A few days ago, when they were attacked by trolls, they relied on Madame Maxime's magic to escape into this cave, but the only thing to blame was the large number of trolls.
They were stuck here and couldn't get out.
To be honest, Hagrid has wanted to go out as bait more than once, but Mrs. Maxim, who still maintains her rationality, would not agree with him doing such a stupid behavior.
Just when both of them looked tired, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the cave.
"boom!"
At the same time, a figure that was deeply familiar to both of them appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"Hi!" Maka greeted them both naturally, "Are you okay? Do you need to eat something first?"
Before he finished speaking, there was another "bang" outside, followed by a painful roar from a giant monster. It seemed that something was fighting the giant monster outside.
"Oh, no... you came just in time. If you don't come tomorrow, we really won't have anything to eat!" Hagrid stood up with difficulty, bent over and walked to Maka, only to find that under this low There is no way to give Maka a hug in the cave.
"Really? That's good..." Maka nodded to Mrs. Maxim inside, then waved to them both, "Then get ready, we should leave in a while - wait for me and the guy outside." Old acquaintance' after saying hello."
"An old acquaintance?" Hagrid asked curiously, "A giant monster?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I can't be friends with those stinking guys..." Maka said with a relaxed smile, "Didn't you see him when you came in? Hagrid, you know him too."
Seeing that both of them were fine, Maka walked out of the cave as she spoke.
While the two were talking, the sound of fighting outside almost never stopped for a moment, and it seemed that the fighting was getting fierce.
When Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim carefully squeezed their way to the entrance of the cave, they discovered that the wooden scaffold filled with hay outside the cave had completely collapsed, and the leader of the trolls who had been lying inside lazily living his life had now collapsed. But he was fighting an unknown creature that was also huge.
No, there might be something wrong with saying it was a living thing, because that big guy, who was half a body taller than the troll, was made entirely of rocks.
"Look over there—yes, that's it!"
Maka leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave and pointed far behind a group of giant monsters on the opposite side.
"Huh? Who is that person?" Hagrid stretched his neck and asked, "Maka, you just said that I know that person?"
Behind the battlefield between the giant monster leader and the stone giant, there are more than a dozen strong ordinary giant monsters gathered, and right behind them, a man wearing a tattered cloak is sitting half-sitting on the ground. One hand was still holding the thick leg of the giant monster next to him.
"Yes! Didn't you see it?" Maka said, "Look at the scarf around his neck—that's our Professor Quirrell, remember?"
"Quilinus Quirrell—you mean, he is Quirinus Quirrell? That little unlucky guy?"
Hagrid was obviously very surprised. He knew about Voldemort possessing Quirrell, but everyone had already died for him, but he didn't expect that he was still alive!
"That's right, it's that Quirrell... It seems like his legs and feet are not very good. You guys stay in the cave for now. I'll go over and have a chat with him... "
As Maka was talking, she had already raised her legs and walked over there.
"stop-"
When Maka walked from the side of the battlefield and came to the vicinity of the group of giant monsters without caring, a hoarse voice came from under the tattered hood, but there was nothing like Quirrell at all.
At the same time, the dozen giant monsters immediately made a commotion, and the violent factors stirred in their bodies.
"Hululu-huh-huh-huh-huh-"
Another inexplicable sound sounded under the hood, which sounded like the language of a troll.
Soon, the giant monsters became quieter again. Although most of them still shook their strong bodies impatiently and howled at Maka in a threatening manner, they did not rush towards him immediately.
"Professor Quirrell, it seems that you are qualified at least in the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Maka looked thoughtfully at the restless trolls and said casually, "Could it be that... you Don’t you remember me? Professor Quirrell?”
"Who are you?"
Seeing that the other party didn't seem to recognize her, Maka couldn't help but lower her head and look at herself.
"Not to mention, I've grown really fast in the past few years..." He shrugged, "I'm McClain—Maka McClain, do you remember?"
"McLean?" The other party repeated the last name, and then suddenly burst into a hoarse and low laughter, "Humph...McLean, I didn't expect..."
There was endless complexity in that burst of laughter. It seemed to be hatred and regret, and it seemed to be mixed with memories of the past, and the meaning of vicissitudes of life was beyond words.
"Has that person... returned to England?"
He raised his head, and his eyes hidden in his hood seemed to be staring at Maka closely.