If it is a newly unearthed thousand-year-old cultural relic, whether it is an archaeologist in the Muggle world or a ruins investigator in the wizarding world, they will probably be ecstatic about it.
But if that cultural relic was alive... To be honest, everyone would be shocked.
Right now, Enns was frightened, and he was really frightened. After all, something that could make such a big fuss under that huge stone monument would not be a good thing at all.
As a first-year student who sneaked out of Hogwarts, it would be great if he could gain something here. The next thing he should consider is how to sneak back unharmed.
"If I can return to school alive, I will accept any punishment."
Enns rode a broomstick, lowering his body and moving quickly along the nearly straight central tomb passage. The surrounding tomb walls were constantly shaking, and fine gravel and dust fell in waves, so fascinated that he could hardly open his eyes.
But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the pressure coming from behind did not disappear at all because of his rapid distance. Instead, it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
"Wow-"
Suddenly, a strong force came from behind Enns, knocking him directly off the broom.
This fall was really hard for him. After falling off the broomstick, he slid far away on the ground of the tomb passage.
Although he only felt burning pain all over his body, and his skin was obviously scratched everywhere, he still couldn't help but secretly feel happy - at least there were not too many obstacles in this tomb passage, otherwise he would have scratched something. , I’m afraid it’s not just a simple scratch.
However, now is not the time to feel at ease. Rather, the danger is already close at hand.
With no time to think, Enns could only endure the pain and quickly turn over and get up. His only thought at the moment was to stay away from here immediately. No matter what it was just now, it was obviously not a good sign.
But before Enns's hands, which were supporting his upper body, could lift off the ground, the hem of a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.
Enns couldn't help but stiffen at the sudden appearance of an unknown person. Although he didn't feel any pressure from the other person at all, as if it was just an ordinary person passing by him, his intuition told him - it's best not to move!
I don't know when, the vibration deep in the underground palace suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world calmed down at this moment.
But at this moment, a particularly low and vicissitudes of voice suddenly sounded, and Enns couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. He heard what the other person said, but he didn't understand even a word.
If the language could be communicated, then he might be able to figure out some possibility of survival from this person's words, and maybe even find a way to create some hope of escape for himself.
But if there is no dialogue at all, the situation will obviously get worse.
"What to do? What to do? What to do… "
With a strong will to survive, Enns could not stop thinking for a moment. Even he himself understood that the guy pinned under that stone monument by Salazar Slytherin was definitely some kind of desperate existence.
"Do not move."
Suddenly, another voice passed by Enns' ears. The voice was undoubtedly familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it.
Because, the moment he heard the sound, an extremely cold blue-white beam of light passed directly above him, mercilessly penetrating the figure standing in front of him. Immediately afterwards, the beam of light still had its remaining power and fell on the stone wall of the tomb passage behind the figure, completely coating large areas of masonry with a layer of crystal white frost.
The next second, a force accurately "grabbed" Enns's back collar, and pulled Enns directly back while he was still half-kneeling on the ground, daring not to move.
When Enns was shocked to find that his feet had touched the floor tiles of the tomb passage, he subconsciously looked to his side and in front of him - that was a figure that did not look very tall, but at this time, it was more majestic than any other figure. The body shape should make people feel safe and reliable.
"McLean...Professor?" Enns said blankly, "You...that blue-white light just now...what kind of spell was that?"
That's right, Maka, who noticed something unexpected in the distant mountains, finally arrived - although he couldn't be said to be very timely.
In response to Enns' surprise and surprise, Maka didn't even look back.
"Don't relax, the blow I just gave didn't even hurt a hair on that guy's head."
When Enns heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the place just now. But it was this glance that made him realize that... the figure of the original man was slowly becoming distorted and unstable. With a few slight jitters and shaking, the figure gradually disappeared in place.
"Is that also a magical image?" Enns's eyes widened and he looked deeper into the tomb passage, as if he wanted to find the true whereabouts of the man.
"That's not necessarily the case -" Maka looked forward intently, holding the staff in her right hand tightly, while her left hand handed the door key to Hogwarts to Enns behind her, "Take this."
Although Maka wanted to ask this boy carefully at this moment, "that person" who still existed somewhere obviously couldn't kindly give him time to understand the situation. Therefore, after giving Enns a casual instruction, he suddenly moved his gaze to a position not far to the right.
There was nothing there, at least that's what it looked like from the back. But he also knew that with Macana's strength and experience far exceeding his, every word and deed he said should have a solid basis.
And at the next moment, facts quickly proved Enns' suspicion.
"Herbo?"
Maka, who was standing in front, called out in an unusually calm manner towards the direction he was looking at. This vocabulary and syllables were somewhat familiar to Enns, even if Maka used some ancient language that he didn't know.
"Well?"
When Maka finished her words, along with a low groan from the clearing, the figure just now also took the initiative to appear.
"Hmph... Young man, we finally meet."
Although the other party did not respond directly, Maka knew that this old wizard wearing a black-trimmed robe with white hair and beard was obviously the powerful ancient dark wizard who is still notorious today, known as "Despicable Haier" Wave” guy.
This old guy was first active much earlier than the four founders of Hogwarts. According to the few records available, he seemed to have been born in ancient Greece BC.
However, as the wizard who invented the terrible black magic tool "Horcrux", he abruptly distanced himself from death for more than two thousand years. Perhaps Slytherin tried to kill him back then, but obviously failed, so he could only keep him under the Monument of Bewitchment until today.
Of course, judging from what happened to Enns, Salazar Slytherin seemed to have left some tricks to plot against Halberd, but due to many mistakes, he was still one step short of the mark.
Maka didn't know much about Slytherin for the time being, but this did not prevent him from having a preliminary understanding of the old monster standing opposite him.
"Yes!" Maka looked at the other party and said, "Finally we meet."
He had already guessed the possibility that Haierbo was still alive, but he really didn't want to meet this guy. If possible, he felt that it would be most comfortable for this guy to be trapped under the Monument of Bewitchment until the end of time, never being able to get out.
As far as Maka speculates on the theory that "the older the era, the stronger the wizard's strength", it is simply difficult to guess how powerful an old and immortal guy like Haierbo is.
He will not belittle himself, but he is never afraid to assume the worst scenario about what happens. He needs to be cautious about what to do next.
Just as Maka responded calmly, Haierbo looked at Maka a few times with interest. He didn't even care that Maka was not far from him, and turned back to glance at the frost-colored ice crystals condensed by the cooling rules.
"The power of the first-level rules," Haierbo stroked his long pale beard and nodded slightly, "Good control... It can be seen that you have put a lot of effort into understanding."
After he praised Maka, he raised the same pale eyebrows again, more or less with emotion.
"Unexpectedly, I thought that wizards' research on the 'essence of magic' would continue to deteriorate over time, and be replaced by 'forms' that are rough but more reliable..."
"In other words, I have been lying under the stone tablet for nearly a thousand years, and the ideal era of 'magic universalization' has become more and more distant?"
Speaking of this, Haierbo paused for a moment, then chuckled and said:
"That arrogant boy Merlin also said that he wanted me to see the absolute popularity of magic with my own eyes. For this reason, he went to show magic to ordinary people. In the end, he was toyed with by that little girl named Vivian. Among…”
From Haierbo's words, Maka obtained a lot of information at once. However, he didn't really want to know about Merlin's deeds, after all, it didn't seem to have much to do with him at all.
On the contrary, the term "popularization of magic" really confirmed many of his speculations.
Talking about the mysteries of magic with an old guy who has lived for such a long time is undoubtedly a blessing that many wizards dream of having, but if the other person is an out-and-out dark wizard, then things are completely different.
Maka shook her head and did not want to correct Haierbo's speculation. These were all irrelevant matters. He now wanted to know what this old immortal guy would do next.
If possible, he doesn't want to be hostile to him easily - although this may be a luxury wish.