Chapter 146 Maca and Dumbledore

Because of Maca's sudden appearance, the Death Eaters hiding here saw an opportunity, and when the Dark Mark appeared and the flames ignited in all directions appeared one after another, the fear in the hearts of the audience was completely aroused.

No matter which country the wizarding world is, it has been stable and peaceful in recent years. Everyone should go to school, go to work, and there are no other ups and downs in daily life except for some small criminal incidents that can enrich everyone's conversation after dinner.

No one would want to be involved in incidents related to the dark wizard.

But the appearance of the Dark Mark today seems to be announcing that ten years of peace and stability have passed since the end of the First Wizarding War.

At this moment, the scene of the Quidditch World Cup was completely messed up.

There was a rush of people fleeing everywhere, children and old people who were overwhelmed and overwhelmed. Here, wizards proud of their blood, like Muggles, flee with their heads covered in a sudden attack.

"Look, your companions have also started to act - go help them and destroy as much as you want!" Maca waved his hand and said coldly.

Bellatrix and the others shouted excitedly, raised their wands and rushed down.

"I think it seems a little too much to do..."

A figure stepping on a flying carpet suddenly appeared in front of them, causing these villains, who were not afraid of death, to stop their brooms and stand on guard.

"...Isn't it?" The other party said slowly, "Maka."

Maca rode on the broom and stared at the other party for a long time before uttering a name lightly.

"Dumbledore."

The one who suddenly appeared out of nowhere was the silver-haired, sharp-eyed Hogwarts current headmaster, president of the International Federation of Wizards, head of the Wizengamot, and winner of the Order of Merlin, First Class—Albus Dumbledore.

The greatest White Wizard of our time, no, the greatest wizard.

"I heard what you said just now," Dumbledore smiled, his expression was still kind, but his tone was a little disappointed, "I thought that you would not go down this road like Tom, but obviously... ...I've never been right."

"Yes... yes, chief wizard of the Wizengamot... I still remember your indifferent eyes when I was here..." Maca said calmly, "Maybe you are disappointed in me, but I am Isn't that right?"

"My child, don't be obsessed with being powerful, that's not the path wizards pursue..." Dumbledore shook his head and advised kindly, "Believe me, you have slowly walked towards a road of no return, but It's too late to turn around now..."

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a question." Maca interrupted suddenly.

"What?" Dumbledore looked at him, blinking his pale blue eyes.

"Your preference is really elusive," Maca spread out his hands and said, "Did you buy this flying carpet at today's market?"

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes turned cold.

"Since you have abandoned the right path—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a black figure suddenly jumped up from the crowd below and headed straight for Dumbledore. Dumbledore reacted very quickly. He took out his wand and waved it. The black shadow's forward charge was immediately blocked, but it was only a pause, and then rushed again.

Dumbledore snorted slightly, and waved his wand again. This time the power was no longer as it was just now, as if the black shadow had been hit hard, it was bounced back to the ground, and slammed into an empty space where there was no one there.

Both Dumbledore and Maca had seen it clearly, that black figure was another guy with black air all over his body!

Although Voldemort definitely didn't come this time, it was a great reward to have such a person.

Maca raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, but saw that the other party was also looking at him. The two exchanged meaningful glances, and Maca immediately raised his wand.

This is, the figure on the ground suddenly jumped out of the stirred up dust,

Doesn't seem to be hurt. He didn't slow down, turned into a cloud of black air again, and rushed straight again with his long tail.

Maca also waved his wand, and an ice-blue light appeared on the tip of the wand, attacking Dumbledore together with the mysterious assailant.

Dumbledore refused to give in. With a slight flick of his wrist, two consecutive beams of red light shot at Maca and the attacker respectively.

Maca dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding it; but the attacker seemed to be a little brain-dead, and he rushed over, but was forcibly held in mid-air by the beam of light.

"As expected of Professor Dumbledore... Goodbye."

An abrupt voice sounded in the fierce battle, Dumbledore and the attacker looked sideways, only to see that Maca had disappeared into the battlefield.

"Hmph." Dumbledore snorted coldly, and with a force in his hand, the attacker was forced back to the ground by the red beam of light from his wand.

With a loud bang, Dumbledore waved his hand to blow away the surging dust, only to find that the assailant had disappeared without a trace.

Although Bellatrix and the others were not afraid of death, they were not fools either. They had already taken advantage of the time when Maca and Dumbledore were fighting.

The Death Eaters had all left, and the panicked crowd had fled far away. The originally bustling scene was now empty, leaving only destroyed and burned temporary buildings and tents, as well as celebration props scattered all over the place.

On the edge of chaos, Luna bent down and picked up a small flag of the Bulgarian team and waved it. The black footprints printed on it seemed to be satirizing the previous grand occasion of the World Cup.

"He seems... very tired..." Luna looked at the Quidditch World Cup in the distance, in a trance, "His heart is very tired."

And in the high sky in the southeast direction, a flying carriage pulled by a rune horse is driving stealthily, leaving quickly in the distance.

Just beside the window of the carriage, Willie leaned out of the window, her long white hair fluttering messily in the wind, reflecting a fascinating brilliance under the moonlight.

The flat lawn of the World Cup stadium has become a bit bumpy. Dumbledore just stood in the middle of the field, with a rare look of vicissitudes on his face.

"... Lina is right, I am not a good teacher after all."

...

"Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can't go to him! He'll take you—" Ron cried.

"Shut up! He can't! Maca wouldn't do that..." Hermione grabbed the skirt of her shirt with tears in her eyes, "Yes, it must be some kind of black magic—Maka definitely didn't do it voluntarily!"

"Hermione!" said Ron anxiously. "Yes, you may be right, but not now! Look, look around!"

Hermione raised her head and looked around blankly, but all she saw were burning flames and people running around.

Gradually, as if a deaf person had just recovered her hearing, she felt a lot of noisy sounds coming back to her ears from far and near—it was the sound of weeping, screaming and the crackling of fire burning wood .

Everything around seemed to be telling Hermione that this place was no longer the site where the Quidditch World Cup was held with laughter and laughter. It's a hell, a hell made of... maca!

"No—" Hermione covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shrugged helplessly, and she began to sob faintly.

"Harry, come help, we have to get out of here as soon as possible—" Ron shouted in a hurry, but when he turned around, he found that Harry was clutching his forehead in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron reached out and patted him, and he woke up immediately.

"I just now—" Harry thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, I'll talk about it later...Hermione, you stand up first, we have to go!"

He and Ron, left and right, supported Hermione and walked forward quickly.

Just now, they were dispersed by the flow of people, and now it is really not so easy to meet Mr. Weasley and others again.

When they left this chaotic corner far away, a figure quietly appeared beside the ruins of a collapsed high tent. He hid himself in a shadow and looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione who were going away with a calm expression.

"Ron has finally made some progress, and Harry has also gained a little bit..." At this point, his voice paused, and then he continued, "Unexpectedly, it was Hermione who had the greatest influence."

This person is naturally Maca. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his plan, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may make him revise the next plan to varying degrees.

Just as he was thinking about it, Maca suddenly noticed something. He turned around suddenly, but saw a touch of familiar pale gold.

"Luna."

She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Maca, but the focus of her pupils did not know where she was facing.

"Aren't you leaving? It might be quite dangerous here!" Maca couldn't help asking.

But Luna ignored his words, and said without reason: "Your heart...is very tired."

Maca froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"Yes, it's not easy." He said calmly, "But it's all caused by me, and I have to be responsible for solving it."

Luna turned around leisurely, looked up at the moon in the sky, the soft voice made Maca faintly feel a bit of warmth.

"Wisdom is an asset, but it can also be a burden."

"Because it is wealth, there will be a burden." Maca nodded and answered softly.

Luna looked back at Maca, and blinked her silver-gray eyes as if agreeing with this sentence. She didn't say anything, but quietly turned and left.

Maca looked at Luna who was fading away, as if she had felt it, and the silver-white fine mist lit up again. The light mist is like substance, moving with the wind, drifting farther and farther under the deep night sky...