"...So, is that so?"
When Luna, Hermione and others were about to have an "inevitable encounter" at the Literary Quill Shop, Maca was sitting by the fireplace in the office, having a supplementary conversation with Enns.
At this moment, a rather familiar green cane was turning in Maka's hand, and Maka was secretly amazed by some obscure and powerful magic wave.
Through Enns's narration just now, Maka has roughly understood that Salazar Slytherin did leave a so-called "backup".
Based on what Enns said about the actual situation, it is obvious that the basilisk cultivated by Salazar is the key to solving Haierbo.
The other key to solving Haierbo's problem is naturally the snake staff that Maka is currently holding in her hand.
"Using the instant death effect of the basilisk venom on the soul, and with the help of the secret connection between the soul fragments that transcends space, a 'special poison' can be formed that specifically restrains Horcruxes..."
"Well, speaking of it, it's a bit like a 'plague' on the soul level?"
It is conceivable that since the growth of the basilisk takes a lot of time, although Salazar Slytherin came up with an almost perfect solution, he was unable to implement it himself.
After all, he did not make any Horcrux to seek immortality, and he had never thought of doing so.
However, what might have been a foolproof method back then was ultimately no match for the changes brought about by time. Who would have expected that the basilisk specially cultivated by Salazar would have been dismantled into parts by someone in the secret room
"Oh, it turned out to be my fault?"
Thinking of this, Maka couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"The basilisk is already dead... Although the venom was collected at that time, the toxin that has lost its magical activity is just a jar of relatively powerful biological toxins. The only thing left is the poison preserved in this snake staff. Has the soul spread magic?"
After thinking about it for a while, Maka suddenly raised her head and looked at Enns who was sitting opposite and holding a teacup in his hand.
"Do you still remember what the magical incantation Salazar asked you to recite at that time?"
When Enns heard this, he immediately shook his head.
"Well, I was running away at that time, and I didn't even have time to finish listening..." He thought as he spoke, and finally said a little apologetically, "Well, except for the laughter of that old man Salazar, I basically can't remember it. Too much stuff.”
"Okay!" Maka shrugged, "You can go back first - if you can remember the curse Salazar recited later, please come and tell me at any time."
"Of course, no problem," Enns immediately stood up and said, "I will go back and recall it carefully."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked a few steps when he heard Maka's voice coming from behind him again.
"Wait a minute," Maka said and handed the snake staff out, "You forgot about it."
Enns looked back and waved his hand.
"Oh no, this... I think it would be better to stay here with you..."
"It was left to you by Slytherin," Maka said calmly, "Take it! It's of no use to me, and I suggest you just take it back and treat it as a collection."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, and then said kindly:
"Remember! The wand for everyone is different - this snake wand is very powerful, but for us, it is not the best."
"Is this so..." Enstern said thoughtfully, "Professor MacLean, are you saying... is this the so-called 'width chooses the wizard'?"
Maka couldn't help but smile when she heard this.
"Let me think about it, you heard that sentence from Mr. Ollivander, right?" He asked, but quickly put away his smile and said seriously, "But I have to tell you. —The truly great wizards all choose their own wands.”
At this point, Maka seemed to have recalled something, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"There once was a wand, which wizards called the most powerful wand in the world. Its name was the 'Elder Wand'. And the last owner of this wand... I think you must have heard of it. He was Our last Headmaster of Hogwarts—Professor Albus Dumbledore."
"Oh, of course!" Enns nodded immediately when he heard about Dumbledore, "The greatest wizard in modern times sacrificed his life for Hogwarts... Even after his death, he could deter the Dark Lord and his minions. It makes them dare not easily attack Hogwarts Castle."
"That's right," Maka said with a smile, "but I can secretly tell you one thing - in fact, Professor Dumbledore only died physically, but his spirit did not. As far as I know, he has already died in another A new adventure begins somewhere beyond our reach!”
"This... is this true? Really?" Enns couldn't help but widened his eyes in surprise when he heard this.
"Well, maybe!" Maka spread her hands and said, "Professor Dumbledore's level is too high, and I don't know very well. I just know that before he chose to take that path, he only did one thing thing-"
Obviously, Enns, who is full of longing for this world of wizards and magic, has long been unable to suppress his yearning.
"What's the matter?" He asked eagerly, taking a step forward almost uncontrollably.
However, Maka still maintained his calm smile and didn't even change his sitting posture.
"Professor Dumbledore broke the 'Elder Wand' he had been using... and with a 'click', it turned into two broken pieces of wood."
While speaking, he also held both ends of the snake staff with both hands and gestured casually. But just such a random fake move made Enns feel nervous.
"Don't worry, I promised to return it to you. This is your thing." Maka extended her hand and said, "Remember what I just said - power may bring us a certain degree of strength, but it will also make us stronger. We are lost along the way, and magic will always be a magical and wonderful thing, but also full of dangers."
After that, Maka let Enns take the snake staff and watched the little Hufflepuff wizard leave her office.
When the door to the room was closed again, he raised the cup in his hand and took a sip of tea.
"Guiding a child who may go astray to the right path... may be more difficult than I thought," he sighed seemingly casually, "Being a good teacher is indeed very hard!"
But just when Maka was still sighing for the great cause of "teaching and educating people", a wave of magic power faintly appeared from the corridor outside the office door, making him look towards the door out of habit.
As expected, soon there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Maka waved his hand, the door opened, and then he saw Professor Flitwick standing at the door... Uh, okay! Due to Flitwick's cute height due to his elf blood, Maka actually only saw half of his shiny bald head.
"Oh, Professor Flitwick? You don't come to my place often..." Maka immediately stood up and came over, "Isn't today a day off? I thought you had gone to the Three Broomsticks with Hagrid and the others to have a few drinks? "
But when Maka saw Flitwick's expression, she knew there might be some trouble.
"Yes, Maka! I did want to go have something to drink with Hagrid, Slughorn and the others," the little Flitwick said in a sharp voice, "But... well, we are at the school gate. Met a few... uh, guests?"
"So, they are the reason why you came to my office to look for me, right?" Maka asked curiously, "Who are they? Are they here to find me?"
"No, it's not exactly..." Flitwick looked behind him, then closed the office door and lowered his voice, "They are people from the Werther family. From what they mean, they seem to want to kill Charlotte." Bring that little girl back to the family."
"oh?"
To be honest, Maka really had no expectations for what happened to the Witte family at this time.
According to his previous assumptions, the most likely time for the guys named Werther to appear would be before the public incident of Nico Flamel's estate.
No matter how bad things go, they should still choose to make some noise before and after the Alchemy Competition.
No matter which possibility it was, Maka didn't think they would be interested in Senior Sister Charlotte, let alone come to Hogwarts specifically to ask for someone.
"Professor, how many people are here specifically?" Maka thought about it in her mind, and then asked quickly.
Flitwick's expression has been serious since he entered the door. This means that although the current situation is most likely not good, it is certainly not out of control yet.
"A lot," Flitwick recalled, "about twenty people. At this moment, Minerva is at the school gate asking them about the situation... In other words, she is trying to slow down for a while."
"What about - I mean, where is Charlotte? She..." Just as she was talking, Maka quickly said to herself, "Oh, today is Hogsmeade day, she should have gone to the Pig's Head Bar early in the morning. Got a job."
"Yes," Flitwick nodded immediately after hearing this, "So, Minerva wants me to tell you first."
"Well, I understand."
He was the one who brought Charlotte back to Hogwarts in the first place, but now that someone's family is asking for someone, of course Professor McGonagall still has to look for Maka.
However, after roughly understanding the situation, Maka still didn't understand what happened. What kind of intention is hidden behind the behavior of the Werther family coming to demand Charlotte
"Forget it, let me go down and take a look anyway!" Maka frowned and said, "Professor, please go and arrange for the students who are still in the castle to keep them from going out for the time being."
While Professor Flitwick nodded, Maka had already passed him, opened the door and walked into the corridor.