Hogwarts Archmage

After confirming again and again that Draco was fine, Marn breathed a sigh of relief.

Young people will always idolize some negative characters for inexplicable reasons. This is normal. As long as they can wake up when they are older, the biggest fear is that if they continue to persist in their obsession, it will be useless.

Draco was a little annoyed, as he still had to pack his luggage.

After he left, Ma En thought of what he had just said: "I still can't figure out what happened to Draco, but the other students are obviously fine..."

"I think... this is a kind of talent..." Margery said slowly from the side: "Traditional pure-blood wizards always have some talents that ordinary wizards don't have... You didn't find that Lucius is very good at seeking advantages and avoiding them. Is it harmful? This may be an early warning mechanism passed down from our ancestors."

Ma En frowned.

"Are you saying there's something wrong with Slytherin's dormitory?"

Margaery shook her head: "I'm afraid it's not just the Slytherin dormitory... Marne, is there anything different between the Firebird Tower and other buildings?"

"It's nothing... It's just that I was afraid that something would happen to these people, so I added a defense system during the construction... Probably if there is a problem, I will block it first, and then pull Patrick over immediately, and then send Derek will decide whether to pull me over depending on the situation."

Patrick, who was sleeping on the shelf next to him, heard someone mention his name. He raised his head in a daze, and when he found it was Ma En, he skillfully stretched out a wing.

Ma En sighed, handed it a fireball, and watched helplessly as it ate it half asleep.

"This is the problem... The school also has a defense system, but it is holistic, not as independent as the Firebird Tower... The most important thing is that it does not have the efficiency of the Firebird Tower... Ma En, if you have time, I think we We have to rebuild all the students’ dormitories and common places.”

Marn nodded and agreed, but this matter cannot be rushed. You can't do construction in the middle of the night. At least you have to find a holiday or something. Recently, the patrol team sent by Sirius has stationed in Hogwarts, so they can pay attention to it. Some.

The time was approaching ten o'clock, and no one had any intention of sleeping. Even Draco packed his things and took a shower, walked down and ran to the opposite side of the parchment to sit down and join in the fun.

"What two filial and good children..."

Marn looked at little Crabbe and little Goldow in the picture.

The two of them were making cuts on their father's body. The slender scimitar in their hands cut open the skin of old Crabbe and old Goyle, exposing the blood vessels inside.

From time to time, someone nearby would sprinkle some disgusting liquid on the two old men. The two guys had perverted and comfortable smiles on their faces. The other ten fugitives were also enjoying the same treatment.

"It's almost time for our show to end."

Ma En said after feeling it for a while.

"What's wrong?" Margery looked over with some confusion.

"Their souls are being drawn out to the outside world... These flames will be obvious if they go out together... Another thing is, I highly doubt that this group of people have been discovered when they entered this area, otherwise it would not be like this There was a rush to be performed this ritual, and those flames were obviously touched at that time.”

"In other words...we did it in vain? And we let twelve notorious bastards go back?"

Ma En shook his head: "Of course it's impossible. I've already considered this situation, but it's just that there won't be such a wonderful scene in the follow-up... There is only a single thread left, and we have to control it ourselves. To be honest, this is still done by the Death Eaters. My inspiration.”

As he was talking, thick black smoke began to rise from the bodies of the twelve people who looked like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

A large group of people came up from behind and poured thick, sticky and disgusting liquid on them with basins.

After a few seconds, the liquid covered their bodies, and the picture on Marn's side was also blocked, leaving only the sound.

"Marn, what should I do?"

"It's okay... I have to detonate some. The twelve fires are scattered and you can't see anything. They are too conspicuous together. Just leave one..."

Ma En closed his eyes and moved his fingers randomly in the air unconsciously.

"Boom!"

A dull but extremely loud sound came from the screen.

The 360-degree full-view picture from top to bottom, left, and right has also become a single-sided picture like watching TV, surrounded by a mouse hole-like place. A mouse with a missing toe appeared in the picture, but the mouse not only did not escape, , but there was an expression of surprise on his face.

"It's Peter Pettigrew." Esther glanced at the mouse briefly, lowered her head and continued to peel the melon seeds.

Marn nodded and controlled the flame to penetrate Pettigrew's body. Peter quickly ran along the underground cave, then emerged from a hidden corner and returned to his human form.

"Is it Mr. Langley? Can you hear me?" he asked in a low voice but very urgently.

Ma En also spoke very quickly: "If you have discovered anything recently, tell me quickly. I can't let this fire stay on you for too long, you will be exposed."

"Yes...yes sir, I have a lot to do..."

"do not waste time."

Pettigrew swallowed and marshaled his words: "That man is crazy. After he dug up all the wizard bones in this place, he killed tens of millions of people in a small city, just for that damn goal. The purpose is to transform the soul and deceive everyone about the method of immortality. He is a liar. That method will greatly enhance the power of wizards, but in less than five years, this group of wizards will find that they are becoming more and more powerful. The weaker it gets, and dissipates into this world, not even a wandering soul is left... I stole the documents from Comptin in advance, so I didn't accept the matter, and now I'm not trusted, so I can only do peripheral work. "

"How did you steal it?"

"I can turn into a mouse, you know, mice can go places..."

"Okay...do you have anything else to tell me?"

"There is one thing..."

Pettigrew swallowed again, as if thinking about what to say, until Marne urged him again, he said: "Mr. Langley, I don't know if you believe it or not, I doubt that Voldemort is not here at all." In the area... I run underground all year round... The humidity there is very high, but here it is very low, and there are no underground rivers..."

"Where do you think it is?"

Pettigrew shook his head subconsciously, then remembered that no one could see it, and opened his mouth hurriedly: "I don't know, there are too many places with underground rivers and high humidity. I can only suspect that the place is probably on the seaside."

"Well...I'll tell Walder...what else?"

"There's one more little thing you need to pay attention to."

"what's up?"

"I will take people to Godric's Hollow in October to steal the wizard's bones there."

"..."