"...Hey, why are you back again?"
As soon as she opened the door, Maka saw a familiar face.
Fanny has a good temperament, and her appearance is certainly not bad. It's just that she looks serious all day long, and is usually a bit cold when dealing with others, which often makes people feel that she is not easy to get in touch with.
"Someone is dead, the male wizard who had ill intentions towards you yesterday—" Fanny quickly closed the door tightly, and then whispered, "It's from the Tefler family."
Look! The dead person's face remained unchanged and his heart did not beat. He really didn't look like a woman.
"The small one? Or the big one?" Maka frowned slightly and asked immediately.
"big."
Fanny answered his question concisely and concisely.
Maka was quite surprised that someone died after just one night out. No matter how fierce the secret fight was, the murderer would not have been killed on the night he arrived at Beauxbatons.
But when he thought about his meeting with two people from the Taylor family in the old housekeeper's room yesterday, there was an extra layer of suspicion here.
After thinking about it like this, Maka quickly came up with two guesses: Either the forces with old enmities with the Tefler family wanted to take the opportunity to muddy the waters, or there were some conspirators who had already risked the green light. The tip of the staff pointed at him, Maca McClain.
"Mr. McClain, didn't you go last night..." Probably because she saw Maka being so calm, Fanny began to become suspicious, "Sir, do you need me to try to spread some words and disturb the attention of other forces?"
She said this, obviously putting Maka on the spot as the murderer.
Not to mention, it was too much of a coincidence that he didn't come back all night yesterday, and someone discovered a body very early in the morning.
However, in power disputes, it is too common for someone to die. Fanny was able to climb to the position of family steward, but she didn't know why. So she soon planned to follow the usual method and try to completely muddy the water.
"No, this has nothing to do with me," Maka shook her head slightly, "I wasn't in the castle at all last night... Your way of handling it was right, but before that, we can go and find out the truth. Well... You are indeed Only saw one dead person?"
"Yes," Fanny nodded affirmatively, "it was the male wizard who had been with the young master of the Tefler family. His death was unremarkable."
"If that guy is alone, things won't be out of control." Maka narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Let's go! Let's take a closer look first!"
When the situation is still unclear, his active appearance is also a way of disturbing other people's attention. Therefore, he must rush to the scene as quickly as possible to prevent someone from deliberately throwing out some unfavorable news about him while he is not present.
With Fanny leading the way, Maka soon came to a corner in the corridor, only to find that it was already crowded with people. It was easy to see over the heads of the wizards that Madame Maxime, who had been separated from him not long ago, also hurriedly arrived. Her unusual height and figure made her stand out among the crowd.
And there was a translucent white shadow floating in the air next to her, which was naturally the ghost of the Hohenheim family - Mr. David.
"When I passed by just now, there weren't as many people as there are now..." Fanny looked at the crowded corridor in front of her, leaned next to Maka and said softly, "Mr. McClain, do you need me to ask them to get out of the way? ?”
When Maka heard this, she waved her hand uncomfortably.
"Does Mr. Blois often do this?" he asked helplessly, "I don't have as much sagacity as him, so I don't dare bother you to open the way... Just wait."
As he spoke, he took out two large and thick magic books from his waist and tossed them casually and let them hang at his feet. Most of the people in front were looking forward, but no one noticed his little movement.
"Come on, stand up -" Maka stretched out her hand and motioned for Fanny to put her hand on her arm, "I'll take you there."
After saying that, he took the lead and stepped onto one of the books, levitating only a few inches above the ground with unusual skill.
When Fanny heard this, she more or less guessed what Maka wanted to do. But using the floating spell to fly is not something ordinary wizards can do. Everyone knows that it cannot be used directly on oneself. Therefore, wizards in the past invented magical items such as broomsticks and flying carpets in order to move stably and accurately in the air.
However, with a firm spirit of work, Fanny stepped on another floating magic book rather nervously. When she felt the solid force feedback from her feet, she opened her eyes wide with a look of amazement.
She is also an excellent witch who was cultivated by her family. Although she has been working tirelessly for her family in recent years, she still has a very solid foundation in magic. So she could at least understand that Maka's ability to control the floating spell had reached the point where it could be fine-tuned synchronously with her stepping weight.
Standing on the suspended magic book, it felt as if she had her feet on the ground. This wonderful feeling made Fanny couldn't help but lightly tap her right foot again.
"Stop stomping," Maka quickly stopped, "Although I don't read this book often, it is still a book!"
Fanny immediately realized how inappropriate her actions were. She immediately nodded slightly and stood carefully on the book, no longer daring to move at will.
When Maka saw her standing up with her arms on her, she controlled the two books to slowly rise into the air at the same time, float over the crowd, and slide to the innermost side very steadily.
For a moment, the wizards all tilted their heads subconsciously, and then looked at Maka and Fanny walking forward in astonishment.
"Who was it just now? Then... Oh! Maclean from Hogwarts!"
"Levitation spell?"
"Look what I saw - two people flying on books? Is this some new flying product?"
"One is "Simple Spells to Fool Muggles" and the other is "The Theory of Magical Defense"... I have read both of them, and they are both the kind of things that people can't stand reading."
…
Amidst the discussion of a lot of people, Maka came to the corner of the corridor ahead. Standing next to him, Fanny couldn't help but feel that this would not bother others, but in terms of high profile, it was much more conspicuous than asking her to open the way.
"Mrs. Maxim, what's going on?"
Of course, Maka didn't pay attention to other people's eyes. As soon as he arrived, he looked around the corner of the corridor while asking.
Sure enough, it was the gloomy-looking guy from yesterday who fell to the ground.
He was seen leaning against the wall, his arms hanging on both sides of his body, and his head drooping feebly. And his legs were stretched straight forward and slightly spread to both sides.
The bangs on his forehead were a little too long, and with his head lowered, those standing in front couldn't see the expression on his face. Maka was hanging in the air at this time, and she could only see the back of his head.
But the light sensed that the magic power in his body was constantly escaping, and Maka knew that this guy must have been dead a long time ago.
"I don't know, I just arrived." Mrs. Maxim looked at Maka, who was hanging in the air, her expression still as solemn as before.
As early as the Triwizard Tournament, she had already seen Maka's ability to step on and fly, so naturally she would not show any surprise now. On the side, the ghost Mr. David looked back and forth at the magic book at the feet of Maka and Fanny, seeming to wonder whether it was some kind of very creative flying tool.
"Is his wand still there?" Maka thought for a moment and said, "Maybe there are still some clues left in it."
"It's still there, but I guess there are no traces left on it," Madame Maxime shook her head and said, "Look! It's well inserted on the inside of his robe! It seems like he was beaten. He was caught off guard and didn't even have time to draw out his wand..."
To be honest, judging from what Maka saw outside the old housekeeper Edward's room at that time, the Taifler family wizard's reaction ability was still very strong. Even if you are attacked in secret, you may not be knocked down without resistance. It was precisely because of this judgment that Maka used extremely fast speed to kick him away.
"Did I strike too hard?" He muttered secretly.
It actually makes sense when you think about it. Although this man's death was not caused by Maka, it might actually be closely related to him.
At this moment, some chaotic sounds suddenly appeared in the crowd, as if someone was saying something inside. Maka glanced back keenly. There was nothing unusual on her face, but her eyes were constantly scanning the crowd.
Since someone committed a murder last night, some rumors will inevitably appear today. This method is very common, and even a bit old-fashioned. The more people who use it, the more effective it is. Not to mention whether those rumors can guide other forces, at least if they are used to create chaos, they must be effective.
What he is most concerned about now is who this rumor will be related to. Is he Maka McClain? Or some other force
Most of the wizards present were subordinate members of various forces, and a very small number of them participated in this legacy event in their own name. It can be said that a large number of people's brains are not rusty, and they naturally have their own ideas when it comes to judging emergencies.
It can be seen that many people remain silent and watch indifferently. Only a small number of people are gradually showing hesitant expressions, but their eyes are directed towards Maka...
"No, not myself."
Maka discovered that all those eyes were on Mrs. Maxim beside him!