That day, Madam Pomfrey ultimately failed to satisfy Joshua's wish to see Maka. Because just this morning, Maka had left Hogwarts alone.
This time, the location where he wanted to go did not have the location coordinates of the door key set in advance. For this reason, he had to set off as early as possible, using Albania, the closest coordinate point to his destination, as a transit point, and spent the entire morning flying at high speed.
And when Maka successfully arrived at the target location despite the sea breeze, Joshua had just woken up from the hospital bed in the school hospital.
"It seems... there aren't many changes here, right?"
Maka landed on an open beach. The sand washed by the tide day and night looked particularly fine, making a rustling sound when walking on it.
This is an island located in the central waters of the Mediterranean Sea. It is also the long-lost place in Maca’s impression.
Even if you are standing on the edge of the island, you only need to look far into the center of the island to see a tall spire tower rising from the ground, with a soft white light emitting from the top of the tower.
Although it had been a long time since Maka last came here, he still clearly remembered that it was best not to fly casually on this island.
He walked quickly through the dense jungle on the island, and along the way he discovered that the magical creatures living here were still as diverse as in the past, but the number did not seem to have much difference. Apparently, they had been maintained at a stable and stable level. And within the natural ecological structure.
Maka, who was running, accelerated again, nimbly dodging the dense trees, and soon passed through the vibrant island jungle.
Not long after, when his eyes widened, the eye-catching tower appeared in his sight again.
The many pointed huts extending out from the outer wall of the tower have not changed in any way from what we saw at first, except that there are obviously more green vines climbing on the curved wall than when we last came. They are some of the lower huts. Almost the whole thing is covered with a layer of smooth vitality.
Maka looked up at the eagle-shaped coat of arms on the top floor of the tower. The golden eagle on the black background had distinct colors, and under the maintenance of magic, not even a speck of dust had been stained on it.
Seeing this huge coat of arms again, Maka's thoughts couldn't help but become a little complicated.
There are many ambiguities about Rowena Ravenclaw's knowledge, whether it is passed down orally or recorded in documents.
It would be better to say that there are relatively few very clear things.
But most of the rumors about Rowena are positive, which is an indisputable fact. This was undoubtedly the opposite of what Maka had learned from the Book of Sin.
To be honest, the rune table attached at the back of "The Book of Sin" is a big help for Maka to have such strength now. If he had to rely on himself to figure out the Scroll of Truth, it would take years and months to understand the power of the rules!
He had to believe what was recorded in the "Book of Sin" and the warnings conveyed by his future self.
But just as he once almost caused a disaster because of a plan, he couldn't guarantee that his future self would not make mistakes. In fact, he understood very well that even though he was holding a reminder from the future in his hand, every step he took now still required careful exploration by himself.
Therefore, even though he now has the strength to clear many obstacles, and even though he still has doubts about whether Rowena is a madman who pursues the destruction of the world, he has never even approached Raven at Hogwarts Castle again. Crow tower step.
It can be known from the existence of the Bronze Eagle that his magic research is far from reaching Rowena's level. Before he could understand that kind of magic, he would never get involved in it easily again.
And the upper level of the tower in front of him was the same for him.
"...Elves, I'm here to see you!"
Standing in the open space in front of the tower, Maka cast a sound amplification spell on herself, and then immediately shouted. But the language he used sounded strange.
During this period of time, he would open books to study and study whenever he had free time, and even consumed a large amount of intelligence enhancers just for this moment.
Learning a language is very hard, but learning an ancient language is even more difficult.
When he first came here and found that he could not talk to the elves, he had the idea of studying that language.
But later, when he left the island, he gave up again.
The elves here are obviously very different from the house elves in the outside world. If it weren't for the fact that there was not much difference in appearance, it would be difficult for him to connect the two.
For the elves living here, perhaps knowing nothing about the outside magical world is the most suitable future for them.
Because of this, Maka originally had no intention of studying this language that was of little use. In his opinion, letting them stay here and reproduce quietly seems to be a good choice.
But just recently, when Maka discovered that the defense force of Hogwarts was quite empty, he was a little overwhelmed and once again took up the idea of these wild elves on the island.
"Little Jing—"
Seeing that there seemed to be no movement around, Maka was about to shout again. But just as he shouted, before he could finish his words, he heard a crackling sound in the space around him, and a large number of elves apparated and appeared beside him.
Their number was so large that they immediately surrounded him.
"Ouch! The humans are calling us—"
"Wow! I finally see a human again! Look at him, he's looking at me!"
"Isn't this the same person who came last time? I remember, I remember—I remember the smell of his magic!"
"Yes, yes! He has grown taller again, much taller than the last time he came here!"
"Isn't he the human from last time? His magic power is a bit cool, chilly—"
The elves gathered Maka in the middle, talking in all directions, fast and messy, just like setting off firecrackers, which made people dizzy.
Maka studied hard, but now he realized that it was still a very difficult task to fully understand what they were saying.
"Wait!" Maka opened her arms and shouted loudly, "Speak slower—what you are saying—I just learned—"
"Hahaha! He said 'I just learned it', hahahaha -" an elf pointed at Maka and burst out laughing, "Only my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather would say that! No, it's my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. Grandpa…”
"I wouldn't say that! My dear grandson -" Another elf slapped his friend hard and bent down to pretend to be senile, "No, it's the grandson's grandson's grandson's." Grandson…”
Maka looked a little baffled as she watched these elves laughing crazily.
"Get out of the way—get out of the way, everyone!"
Just when he was wondering, an old little goblin pushed aside the little guys who were close together and slowly came to Maka.
"Everyone be quiet! This is a guest!" the elf elder said seriously, "Have you forgotten the rules your parents and elders taught you? We, the elf clan, don't need people who don't understand the rules!"
This scolding caused all the young goblins to immediately shut their mouths, and the chaotic scene immediately calmed down.
"Hello, are you... the patriarch here?" Maka asked as clearly as possible, strictly following the language rules recorded in the book.
"No, I'm not." The elder elf shook his head gently. The passing years made the original sharp elf voice become older and deeper. "There is no longer a clan leader on this island. It’s the same position, I’m just relatively older.”
"Is it related to... Rowena?" Maka asked curiously, "Oh, I mean - Rowena, Mira, you should know?"
"Yes, I know." The little elf elder nodded slightly, "But the matter of not having a clan leader has nothing to do with Rowena Mila -"
He paused and then continued: "She is the founder of this island, and our ancestors only have some agreements with her. In addition to the most basic daily maintenance of her magic tower, I There has never been any other mutual interference between me and her."
"The reason why we don't have a clan leader is just because of a rule of our elf clan."
While the elf elder was speaking, Maka pricked up her ears to listen and understand attentively. Although it was still a little difficult, at least it was much better than the buzzing mess just now.
"Are there any rules?" Maka thought for a while and said, "Then I won't ask casually... By the way, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is 'Maka McClain' and I come from a country in the northwest. "
"Human wizard! Lark, I say hello to you!" The elder elf bowed slightly and said, "You are my long-lost guest, please come and sit in the room! The elf will send you a sweet spring. "
Surrounded by the elves, Maka followed the elder elves and stepped into this ancient wizard tower again after the last time.
The furnishings on the lowest floor of the tower are as before, and the circular hall is spotless. The bricks and stones paved under the feet are closely arranged, and the tapestries on the surrounding walls are beautifully woven, but the picture frames are all blank, which makes people feel a little lonely.
When Maka walked in with the elves, with a wave of the elder elf's hand, the lamps on the wall were lit one by one, and the soft magical light illuminated the originally dull hall.
"Young wizard! We take the place of our long-departed master, Rowena Mila, and welcome your return!"