Hogwarts Archmage

Lying back and forth was just to find a comfortable position. Ma En had no intention of sleeping, as his heart was not that big yet.

After pouring several bottles of energy potions into his stomach, he was in high spirits. When he was about to do something, he felt that he might have drank too much...

The geographical location here is much further east than Hogwarts. Marne only discovered this problem when he discovered that it was getting light before five o'clock.

Things did not go as he expected. As the sun rose higher and higher, the spirits of the two gatekeepers at the door became more and more depressed. Until the time had passed from morning to morning, two people came out of the cave to replace them. work.

I don’t know what other teleportation points are like, but at the entrance of this cave here, the living people are obviously not as dedicated as those two things.

Perhaps and indeed because there were few people coming and going during the day, these two people only stayed quietly for about half an hour before starting to chat.

Ma En listened briefly and found that in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, conversations between half-familiar men can never be separated from the word bragging.

From family status to personal strength, to how many people he killed when Voldemort decided to take down a city, they talked about everything as time went by.

This is also the reason why Ma En can be sure that they are half-familiar. If they are too familiar, there is no need to brag. If they are really unfamiliar, they should be embarrassed to talk so much to strangers.

He didn't rush out, but took advantage of the two men's blows to build a barrier around the trees where he was hiding to deceive his vision.

Fireballs fell to the ground along the tree crowns one after another, then penetrated into the soil, and quickly rushed towards the teleportation points according to the points marked on the map.

"Huh... I finally found you... I'm exhausted."

Ma En frowned and looked at Computing under the tree.

"how did you find me?"

"It's nothing. The range of the teleportation points is not large. Your ability is very capable of restraining black magic. I just followed the direction of my heart palpitations for a while, and finally found that this tree scared me the most, so I tried to take a step forward. I found that you are indeed here." After saying this, he added: "Don't worry, my colleagues are all sleeping at the moment. As they said, I am special."

Ma En thought for a moment and felt that his words were reasonable, so he put the matter aside and asked, "What are you looking for me for again?"

Comptin touched his pocket, and after searching for a long time, he finally took out a reagent bottle from the bottom pocket of his pants. Inside the bottle was a thick gas that flowed like a liquid.

He handed the bottle to Ma En: "Please help me drink this stuff for Sybil when you go back..."

Ma En gently shook the bottle a few times, and the dark blue gas inside became no longer calm: "What is this?"

"When I pretended to check the barrier just now, I scraped it off the barrier. It will be good for Sybil's condition...at least she won't be so sleepy. Although her teaching is not very good, she is still a professor after all, isn't she?"

"Just like that?"

Comptin said with some dissatisfaction: "These are already a lot, okay? They are compressed and compressed. This small bottle can keep her alive for two or three years."

"Two or three years? What should I do after these few years have passed? I have no intention of leaving this barrier for you to slowly scrape. More importantly, I don't know how to scrape."

"It's useless if you drink too much," Comptin waved his hand. "I've calculated that this thing has a concentration upper limit. These are the limits. It's useless if you drink more. Otherwise, how could I get these?" , As for what will happen two or three years later...if it is not resolved smoothly by then, I guess I will be dead and won't be able to be of much help."

He said very depressing words in a very nonchalant manner.

Ma En was silent for a while, looking at the middle-aged man who had turned into a bird like figure, and suddenly said: "When I have time, I will go to the Forbidden Forest and beat up that centaur."

"It's okay..." Comptin said hesitantly, "But don't hit him too hard. Just burn the bow for him. By the way, ask him what incident I caused. I haven't thought about it until now. clear."

"To be honest, you have caused a lot of trouble. I also want to ask him, but I don't think he will tell me." Ma En said a little helplessly.

Those centaurs are always like this, talking like they are guessing riddles, but there is one difference between them and the people who are guessing riddles, that is, these guys will not tell everyone the correct answer even in the end.

Looking at the clear sky, Ma En murmured: "If I have the chance, I will definitely send a centaur to space to let them know how unreliable their so-called astrology is..."

Comptin was noncommittal, he was already too sleepy to bear it, but in exchange for helping him give Trelawney the medicine, he told Marne a message:

"I think you are planning to blow them up into the sky. I contacted you to do it around 12 noon. Although it was not stated clearly, as a place where you can quickly get close to that person, these teleportation points naturally become several places where peripheral personnel gather. , most people will come over for dinner at noon... Voldemort developed a semi-permanent door key, but it can only be used inside this barrier. It seems to be inspired by you."

Ma En shrugged: "I will go to him to ask for the patent fees when I have time."

"wish you success."

Comptin took off his head and put it on his chest, bowed slightly, turned around and disappeared.

Ma En lay back on his tree branch, slowly tossing the fireball, and studying the time difference...

Before 12 o'clock, I got a phone call first. Maybe it was because he hadn't been back for so long. Esther, who was used to Maren's fights and violent fights, couldn't sit still at home, so he called to ask what was going on.

"I'll go home around [-]:[-]... um... don't worry..."

After briefly talking to her for a few words, Ma En closed the door and began to figure out that he should be able to finish the work in half an hour...if he was fully prepared in advance...

Before I could think about it, the phone rang again.

"crooked?"

"it's me."

An old voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Ward? What's the matter with you?" Ma En asked with some confusion.

Old Wald knew what he was going to do, so logically he shouldn't have made the call.

"You haven't taken action yet, have you?"

"No, what's wrong? Will it have any impact?"

"That's not true. I just hope you don't destroy the barrier for the time being. I sent people to check it. That little bastard Voldemort fixed the forgetfulness spell on the barrier. Once the barrier is broken, all the people in all the countries in that place were originally The forgotten things under the influence of the Forgetting Curse will make you remember everything. I have to find someone to deal with you first before destroying that piece of junk."

Ma En: "..."

This Voldemort is quite playful.