"Mr. Witte, we finally meet again?"
Standing by the door of the side hall, Maka looked at the white-bearded old wizard standing at the front and said hello casually.
There were a lot of people in the hall right now, all of them wearing robes and holding wands. Those in the front row pointed their wand tips directly at Maka.
There is no doubt that as soon as Maka reveals her hostility, she will be covered by a large amount of magical firepower.
"Mr. MacLean... Or should I still call you 'Mr. Diehl'?"
Old Werther did not raise his stick on guard like other family members. He just lowered his hands to his sides and looked directly at Maka's scrutiny.
It was obvious that the expressions of the two of them did not contain much anger, but if their sight had been real, there would have been a dazzling fire between them by now.
"Actually, it's not impossible," Maka shrugged nonchalantly, "Do you still care about whether I am a 'Dihel' or not?"
"Hmph," Old Werther chuckled, "I don't care. Because I want to know more, who gave you the courage to not only break into my Werther family, but also destroy my family's mansion without permission?"
When Maka heard this, she suddenly put away her casual expression and said seriously:
"That's a good question, because I was just about to ask you a question," he paused and said, "Mr. Witte, I want to know right now, has 'Despicable Herbo' been here? You have to understand, I The 'courage' to 'disturb' without saying hello this time was given to me by him."
Hearing the name "Despicable Herbo", no matter how deep the old Werther city was, his eyes suddenly flickered.
You know, he was just talking face to face with the person with that name!
Fortunately, not expressing your inner fluctuations excessively is an ability that a good leader must possess. Under Maca's uninterrupted gaze, Old Werther showed no more abnormalities.
"Despicable Herbo?" He said calmly, "Isn't that the dark wizard who was eliminated by Mr. Salazar Slytherin thousands of years ago? How can someone who is dead reappear? Let's talk about it The Werther family is even more nonsense—"
"If you can only use this kind of excuse to fend off my questioning," the old head of the family frowned slightly, "Unfortunately, compared to a few years ago, you are becoming less and less good at making excuses now."
However, Maka on the other side nodded to herself when she saw this.
"I see, have you been here already?"
He spoke to himself at a volume that could be heard by most people present.
"Unexpectedly, Haierbo chased him along the road as soon as he smelled the smell... Is his nose smarter than Hagrid's fangs?"
While making such mocking remarks, Maka's gaze quickly swept across the side hall, and she also used her sensing ability. But no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the slightest movement.
Also, how could it be possible to find that guy with such childish means
"But it doesn't cost anything to try." He smiled casually and murmured to himself.
However, the big fish Haierbo did not explode, but instead blew up a group of salted fish that did not know why.
The members of the Werther family listened to him talking to himself. Regardless of whether they understood the content or not, at least the sarcasm in his tone was real.
At this moment, wands of various textures and materials stretched out and pointed towards Maka. Looking at the momentum, it would only take Old Werter to wave his hand, and dozens of magic spells would go straight to Maka.
But unfortunately, as the commanding officer, Old Witte couldn't get excited.
He knew that Haierbo might not be among the crowd at this moment. If Maka discovers something is wrong, the Witte family will have to prepare to face the pressure of the International Federation of Wizards.
Yes, they may still have some sense in regards to the Charlotte incident. But if someone is found to have interacted with Haierbo, even if it is just some rumors, they cannot bear it.
"Well, I'm sure Mr. Witte won't admit this," Maka suddenly said again, "It doesn't matter! I just hope that your family can hand over the magic book "Abatail" first -"
"Do you know what stupid things you are saying?" When Old Werther heard this, he suddenly became angry. He couldn't help but scolded with a sullen face, "That's ridiculous!"
But Maka then waved her hand, telling him not to worry yet.
"I haven't finished speaking yet!" He said calmly, "It's okay if you don't want me to handle it. You can just hand it over to the Wizards Federation and let the Federation help your family temporarily protect it..."
"In fact, the most critical part is just the part about 'Summoning', isn't it?"
Maka's words indirectly expressed his meaning. Others may not understand, but as the head of the family, Old Werther can understand.
To put it bluntly, what Maka is worried about is nothing more than one thing - he thinks that Haierbo will want to use the demon summoning and demon sacrifice techniques in "Abatail" to obtain a powerful body to resurrect himself.
In fact, Helbo had done this thousands of years ago, but it was a pity that there was a Godric Gryffindor who fit the template of the protagonist in that era!
But now, in this modern magical world where most wizards have never even heard of ancient summoning techniques, the deterrent power of those powerful and unknown ancient magics is simply unimaginable.
But can Old Werther hand over the family's "Abatail"
His answer is - yes!
"In order to avoid suspicion, I can consider handing over "Abatail" to the International Federation of Wizards. However, before talking about this matter, I must tell you another thing."
The old master suddenly calmed down again, and he said seriously:
"In the past thousand years, our Witte family has not had any contact with the 'despicable Halpo' you call him. And... are you sure that Halpo, who is known as the most evil and powerful in history, is not dead? He has even appeared. ?”
If there is not enough evidence at hand, and the Witte family insists that they have never seen Haierbo, Maka can't force the shit basin on their heads.
In order to maintain basic order, this world still pays attention to conclusive evidence.
"Well, regarding Haierbo's current situation, I have already written a letter and sent it to the International Federation of Wizards before coming here. This is not a trivial matter, how can I talk nonsense here..."
"In this case, I will wait for the people from the Federation to have detailed discussions with them." Old Witte said, his tone suddenly turned cold again, "... As for you, I think we have nothing to say. Stay. Pay compensation to my family’s mansion, and then go back immediately to send my people back!”
When Maka saw the other party, he wanted to bring the question back to himself. He was about to say something, but was suddenly overtaken by another voice.
"Witt, if you want me to see... there's no need."
When hearing these words, other members of the Witte family showed a hint of surprise, as if they were wondering who had interrupted at this time. But at the same time, the expressions of Maka and the old patriarch suddenly changed.
Maka's expression looked a little surprised, while Old Werther's looked more like "frightened".
"you-"
As soon as the words of Mr. Witte's old master came up, he was interrupted by the voice again.
"Maka McClain, we meet again."
This was what Maka said to Old Werther at the beginning. Unexpectedly, not long after this, he heard this sentence spoken by someone else.
"Helbo, why are you willing to come out?" Maka raised her head and looked in the direction of the corridor from a distance, "I thought you would hide in the crowd until I get out!"
"Hum hum… "
Immediately, amid a slight sneer, the slightly older figure separated from the crowd and walked out. That was still Old Barno, the butler of the Werther family. Yes, at least the body was his.
"McLean, aren't you very smart? Then why don't you guess why I chose to take the initiative to reveal my identity?"
There was a look of scorn on Old Bano's face. Although he seemed to be moving a little slowly, the two strongest people present at the moment, Maka and Old Werther, did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.
"You ask me?" Maka twitched her lips and said, "How do I know?"
After saying that, he suddenly glanced at Old Werther, his eyes seemed to have a deep meaning.
"You actually want to use me to ask him, right?"
Seeing Maka's unexplained gaze glance towards him, the old Patriarch of Wit couldn't help but feel a chill behind him. He soon realized that Maka was right—Helpo was basically forcing him.
To put it more completely, it would be that Haierbo wanted to completely cut off the retreat of their Werther family. After Haierbo appeared, they had no other choice but to follow Haierbo.
"You are indeed very smart," Haierbo twirled the short beard on his chin and said expressionlessly, "Witt, don't blame me. Who told the Maca McClain in front of you to be too outstanding? To ensure that I can enjoy this world better, and your presence is essential."
While seeming to be threatening her nonchalantly, Haierbo's eyes moved slightly and glanced back and forth at Maka. But in his heart, he was thinking more about another thing.
If there is anything in the world that he least wants to see, it must be Gryffindor's sword.
If that thing is used properly, it is so powerful that even if he can be resurrected continuously, death will be enough for him.
And not long ago, Halbo, who was possessing Harry, discovered that that thing was still in Hogwarts! And it seems that Harry Potter can at least hold it in his hands!
"Witt," Haierbo put aside his thoughts and urged suddenly, "tell me your answer!"