Hogwarts Archmage

Human beings, regardless of gender, will always do some weird things when they are alone, just like Ma En at this moment.

Comptin did not lie to Ma En. These people really came here at noon. Of course, judging from the pocket watch, it was still morning, and they would have to go back later, so Ma En did not adjust the watch.

After checking briefly and confirming that Pettigrew or other personnel deployed by Walder were not present, Marne was ready to start work.

In the small barrier, Ma En used transfiguration to turn a wooden stake into a console that was completely symbolic and had no practical significance at all. There was a small button on it.

His expression was solemn and sacred. After counting down to dozens, he shouted "detonate" and slapped his hand on a red button on the console. Deep in his heart, he silently activated the hidden flame...or something similar to a flame. of wonderful things.

Voldemort placed a total of six teleportation points. These six teleportation points are not far apart, or in terms of human sight distance.

On this day, six suns rose from the ground...

It’s a credit to Voldemort that he built a barrier around here, otherwise in a few days these countries would have to have planes flying all over the sky.

But these have little to do with Ma En.

After confirming that everyone in the six caves was dead, he took care of Patrick and prepared to retreat. The moment he held his paw, Ma En suddenly remembered something.

Where is Voldemort's back-up plan?

What about the dead air and ashes?

After calling Esther and confirming that there was no attack on the school, Ma En waited for a while until he started to get hungry but didn't get any response.

Seeing that the sun was starting to set towards the west, Ma En had no choice but to give up and continue waiting and walk back.

Going back was much faster than when he came. Patrick flashed and appeared in the black tea house.

"I suspect Voldemort may be dead."

Ma En took off his thin windbreaker and threw it aside and said angrily.

"I don't think so..." Esther handed Ma En a glass of milk. He hadn't slept all night, and he had been busy for so long in the morning. He needed to rest later, and drinking a glass of milk was much better than drinking coffee or tea.

"How to say?"

Ma En took a sip of milk. It was very thick, but the taste was okay.

"According to what you said, Voldemort actually doesn't need those human subordinates very much now, and these patrols are obviously not the same group as the action team... I don't know if you have noticed that whether it is Pettigrew or anyone else, Action No one from the team is there...I highly doubt he is using your hands to clean up his subordinates."

Ma En thought for a moment: "You mean... he is eliminating dissidents?"

"Yes," Esther nodded lightly, "For a long time, we have always ignored one thing, that is, subconsciously mixing Voldemort and old-school people, but in fact, old-schoolers and Death Eaters, Although there is overlap, they are essentially different. If I guess correctly, these patrollers should all be old-school guys."

While Esther was talking, she handed Ma En a few saltine crackers.

Ma En nodded lightly: "Indeed, most of the people who will stay in the barrier to patrol are guys who are afraid of death. They are in line with the habits of those old-school bullshit nobles. Maybe there will be a few Death Eaters mixed in. But...with Voldemort's madness, he doesn't care about the lives of just a few of his subordinates."

The two chatted for a while. The clock on the wall had moved towards one o'clock in the afternoon, but Hermione and Margaery still hadn't come back.

"What have you two been doing for so long?"

Esther's hands that were collecting the cups and plates that Marn had finished paused for a moment, and continued to clean the table before Marn noticed something strange.

"Margaery has a potion that cannot be operated by one person. Let Hermione help her. I want to wait for you here, so I won't go there."

"What kind of potion? It's so laborious. I remember that even the blessed elixir only requires one person, right?" Ma En asked curiously.

It's not that he has many problems, but that in a world full of mysterious powers like the wizarding world, there are very few things that require two people to do.

Esther threw away the rag in her hand, used her wand to clean the table, turned around and said, "It's just a sobering potion that requires a lot of materials. Margaery can't do it alone." That's it...what's wrong? I'm asking so much, you want to help me?"

"Forget it, I really don't like the smell of the potion workshop."

Ma En rejected the proposal without even thinking about it.

Different from the pleasant fresh herbal smell that most people imagine, the smell of the wizard's potion workshop can only be described in one word. Even if Margaery is a bit mysophobic, the smell inside can only be described as weird over time.

It's not a bad smell or anything else, but more like the smell of offal mixed with kelp, mixed with a bunch of leaves, crushed together, and then heated.

In the wizarding world, if someone says that someone smells like potion, it is not just a meaningless adjective or a different way of praising someone for smelling fresh. It is a real statement that the person smells bad.

I don’t know what other people are like, but Ma En is really a bit unable to stand it.

"Okay, you've finished eating. Go back to your room and sleep for a while. I'll go help Margaery and the others with some work."

Ma En took a sip to wash away the taste of milk in his mouth. After thinking for a moment, he asked a question: "Is Margaery's place very busy?"

"That's not true, it's just that I think three people can go faster together, and... you're asleep, and it doesn't make sense for me to stay here by myself."

"Actually, I'm not too sleepy." Ma En casually took out some empty reagent bottles from his pocket.

Esther counted: "Eight bottles...you drank them all?"

"Yeah...I'm afraid if I get too sleepy and can't hold on, it would be too embarrassing..."

"...Thankfully you have a sister who is about to become a master of potions...don't you know that one bottle of this thing can last for four or five hours?" Esther said helplessly, "Just wait for me for a while. Go find Margaery to make some potion to help you get rid of the effects of the medicine, otherwise who knows when you will feel sleepy..."

Ma En reached out and grabbed Esther's arm: "No... I have a good way to quickly consume energy..."

"What... Ma En! It's only after one o'clock, and it's still daytime! Even if you wait until dark..."

Ma En went directly to pick up Esther and said as he walked upstairs: "There is no such thing as day and night, can't we just close the curtains..."

"You...remember to lock the door..."