Hogwarts Archmage

The Forbidden Forest was very quiet at night. Hagrid did not come tonight. The four of them had cast a body illusion spell on their bodies and watched the conversation from a distance.

There was an invisible cover beside them, and inside it was clearly echoing the voices between the eight-legged figure and the shadow that was very similar to Lockhart's current state.

"It's my subordinate, the one with yellow hair. I don't know if you have seen him." Listening to the conversation in the distance, Computing subconsciously lowered his voice even though he knew that the sound could not be transmitted, "...Lan Mr. Leigh, if possible, I would like to end his life myself."

His hands were clenched tightly, and if there was enough light, it could be seen that his knuckles were a little white. He knew that the people who were still worried about saying goodbye to him last night had fundamentally changed.

"...Are you sure? Man, your current state...is a bit worrying." Ma En glanced at him and said.

To be honest, although after the adventure of the three ladies, Ma En would think of a smell whenever he saw Compton, but he still admired his behavior. Although he still doesn’t know the reason, a man who will kill someone for the sake of his goal still admires him. People who put their lives aside always deserve the admiration of others.

Computing tightened his grip on the standard wand in his hand, and nodded slowly but firmly: "My men, I should give them eternal peace on my own, and there is another person, I will find him, and then let him die completely."

After saying this, Ma En stopped talking on this topic and listened carefully to their conversation.

"I finally know why Aragog always forgets Hagrid's instructions," Esther said thoughtfully, listening to the clear voice, "It is giving its descendants to Voldemort with its own hands."

"It's hard to imagine this kind of thing. That's its bloodline. Even the children of its children are the product of incest marriage. In terms of blood relationship, every Acromantula here is as related to him as The same, the bloodline has not been diluted." Hermione said with some discomfort. Although she had some understanding of these ferocious creatures, when things really happened in front of her, it was still a little hard to accept.

Ma En squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, feeling a little relieved: "Cannibalism, indeed, no matter how big or wise they are, they are just a bunch of bugs."

"What do you want to do? Do you want to tell Hagrid and the professors? Or..." Esther hesitated. If he killed these things directly, the clues would be cut off again.

"Of course not, they are still useful. It is rare to find Voldemort. How could I let them die so easily?" Ma En pointed at the human figure, turned his head and said to Comptin, "If you don't mind If so, can we delay his demise?"

Comptin nodded again and said: "As long as I can achieve the final goal, I don't care about time, as long as I can send them off with my own hands in the end."

Marn was not in a hurry to correct the mistakes in Comptin's language. There was only one person now, but as long as Voldemort was found, the other person had little chance of hiding for too long.

Now, what he has to do is to catch all these Acromantulas in one fell swoop.

A thin line of fire penetrated into the ground from the bottom of his feet, burning an invisible line on the ground, surrounding the entire place, and Ma En lifted the phantom body curse.

"Wait for me here. I'll be back soon. Don't run around. Esther, please cooperate with me later." After a few words of instruction, Ma En and Esther looked over there from the invisible cover. The conversational figure walked over.

They are not blind. Not only are they not blind, Huang Mao's eyesight has been particularly good since he was devoured and polluted by Voldemort. Huang Mao, who originally thought that according to convention, Ma En would not come in this direction, after discovering him, Huang Mao stopped talking to him. Looking at the negotiation with Aragog's first-generation descendant, he turned to ask: "Are you plotting against me?"

Coincidentally, the Acromantula asked the same thing, which made them both stunned at the same time.

"I hope it didn't disturb your enjoyment. It seems that the result of your negotiation is not bad..." Ma En said to the guy with gray-black hair. "The Acromantula will let go of its fertility and provide one hundred offspring every three days." Give it to your master, and your master will let the Acromantula own a large land with plenty of food after returning..."

The guy in front of him looked at Ma En with some fear. Before he was "transformed", Comptin said more than once how powerful this little wizard named Ma En was.

But it was just fear. The powerful magic power brought by the transformation and the ability to cast spells without a wand made his mentality expand to the point of being boundless, and his brain was not as useful as before. He did not consider that the other party dared to come alone. , is there anything to rely on?

He said in a harsh voice: "Little wizard, you dare to come out alone. Are you a little arrogant? Didn't your mother tell you that children should not walk alone at night?"

"Oh~ you are so rude..." Marn rolled his eyes and said, "Does a person become stupid after death? And you are not like Lockhart. At least he never came into contact with Voldemort after his death. Although he became You must be extreme, and a little stupid, but not stupid enough like you...Did your master infect you?"

He said no more, roared and shot several green death curses at Ma En...

While blocking it casually, Ma En thought, from the movies in his previous life to his own experience now, why do humans always like to yell when they become monsters, and even scream so unpleasantly? Is there some special mechanism? ?I still say that this can increase the power, but this form of casting spells is really powerful. There was Lockhart before him, and this person whose name I still don’t know after him, who directly mastered wandless spellcasting. This is a very difficult skill, except for certain Apart from magic, few people can truly use conventional magic without a wand.

The former Huang Mao, now the Gray Mao, after using all the magic he knew how to use and finding that none of it had any effect, his inflated confidence had quietly shrunk a lot, and his rationality - if he was still If you have this thing - re-occupy the high ground of thought.

He didn't stop, and continued to release the magic spell. However, his body was quietly retreating while Ma En was thinking. As he got further and further away, there was inevitably a hint of joy in his heart. As for the Acromantine chatting with him, The spider has long since disappeared.

It's not that Ma En didn't notice the way he wanted to slip away, but he didn't care at all. Where could he run if he could run?

Seeing that this guy was about to leave the battlefield, Ma En raised his palm upwards.