Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The architectural style of the Iranian magical world is largely derived from the ancient aggressive cottage empire-Persia, which is undoubtedly the strongest period that the local wizards aspire to.

Because of this, many traces of style and features from ancient Egypt, ancient Greece, and even Babylon can still be seen in the areas where Iranian wizards live.

Of course, in fact, it was precisely because the Persian wizards at that time interfered too much with Muggle's political and military power, which completely aroused the dissatisfaction of the wizards of neighboring countries, and finally led to the overlap of the generations of the Persian Empire that was almost "dying day and night".

Although they are treating Muggle subjects, they are not as cruel as people think.

In any case, it was all from the past, and no one can tell exactly what happened back then.

If you want to evaluate the current Iranian magical world, after all, you still have to keep your eyes on it.

For example, at this time Maca and the others were going to be the largest pure wizard residence in the Iranian magical world.And just to the east of this street full of ochre stone pillars, round spire houses and various wall reliefs, a temple palace with a typical Greek style is quite eye-catching.

The Iranian magical world is one of the few magical worlds that still exists in the magical world today.

However, unlike Muggles, just like the Druidism that prevailed in the magical world at the time, the wizard's church does not have the so-called belief in gods, but only worships ancestors or nature.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the palace surrounded by striped stone pillars, an old man with a withered face wearing a gray-white robe, a crown and a staff is sitting on the white carved stone platform, slightly closed. His eyes did not move.If it weren't for his chest is still undulating slightly, I'm afraid anyone would think he is dead.

And on the left and right sides of the stone platform, more than a dozen wizards in uniform robes all stood up, and no one said a word.

A little further outside are the outsiders gathered in this hall.A small half of them are Indian wizards with turbans and red dots on their eyebrows, while the rest are mostly small groups of people from different countries.

At this moment, the hall was very dim, and only a few braziers on the pillars were burning flames, and the flickering fire light blurred the crowd in the hall.

But even though so many wizards have gathered here, even if they are basically people who have never met, no one speaks from start to finish.They are all the same as the believers in the deepest part of the hall, always keeping silent, seeming to be waiting for something quietly.

Suddenly, the flames in the brazier jumped together, causing everyone in the hall to raise their heads.In the vague darkness, nearly two hundred pairs of eyes all cast their eyes to the deepest part of the hall.

"……cough."

On the carved stone platform, the old man suddenly gave a dry cough, causing his whole body to tremble.In the next moment, those flames jumped again, as if something was pulling them at the same time.

It was at this moment that the old man's half-closed eyes slowly opened.

"Sin... Sin is pervading... Many big sins are already here... Find the key... Open the door... Find... the key..."

Those eyes were erratic, and the voice was hoarse and distorted, but no one dared to ignore the intermittent words.

Yes, even Maca, who was standing in the shadow outside the temple, was listening intently, not wanting to miss a word.He was very thankful that this prophecy was spoken in ancient Persian, which is the standard phonetic notation of Sumerian cuneiform script.If spoken in Persian, which is popularized by modern Iranians, he would not understand a word...

Just now, Maca fumbled all the way to here.On the way to this hall, he and Lupin and Sirius naturally passed by many wizard guards.

Right now, the other two were leaving here first with two wizards who looked like little heads, and ran to a place where no one was outside for questioning.

And Maca went all the way to the innermost palace, planning to see the situation first.

"It's the so-called'guilt' again..." He leaned against the wall, thinking silently, "It seems that the one talking inside should be the same as Professor Trelawney, but also someone with the blood of a prophet... But, the key? The door? What does this mean?"

However, the old man in the depths of the hall was obviously much more capable than Lironi.At least he is not like the latter, except for the unstable prophecy ability, there are only fools.

Just as Maca was chewing those words secretly, there was another cough in the hall, and it was much louder than before.

Immediately afterwards, the red flame in the brazier jumped a third time.

"...Pain... an extremely cold edge... a blade that insults the soul... the heir of pain! Near... very close... very close!"

The old man's dumb voice grew louder and louder, and in the end it even almost screamed, as if he was trying to cut his own voice.

Then, his eyes suddenly regained their vibes, and then he slammed the stick in his hand on the floor tiles under the stone platform.

"The heir to the pain dagger... just outside the temple gate!"

As mentioned earlier, what the old prophet said now, Maca, did not understand at all.But as the voice fell, a mess of footsteps suddenly sounded in the hall, making it impossible for him to understand.

Because those footsteps are clearly coming in the direction of the door!

"I am now?" Maca was not too nervous, he just froze for a moment, and then quickly jumped forward, "The phrase'The painful heir is very close'...Could it be me?"

He suddenly turned around when he jumped to the open space in front of the hall, but saw that the door of the hall had been opened.And as soon as he looked over, a black shadow flew out from the crack of the door, so fast that it was impossible to see the specific appearance.

But Maca clearly sensed that he was also a wizard, and had been hidden in the shadow behind the stone pillar on the left.

After one figure, there was another, equally fast and dexterous, one by one, they sank into places out of sight around him.It seemed that these guys were planning to completely surround him.

At the same time, the main entrance of the hall had been completely opened.A large number of wizards rushed out from inside, squeezing each other and standing at the door, all their eyes were piled on Maca's body.

But Maca didn't care so much, he was still frowning and thinking.Because a trace of memory was looming in his mind, along with the previous deja vu, it constantly stimulated his nerves.

"Oh, it turned out to be at that time..." His eyes lit up suddenly, "Yes, the dagger that once buried my emotions... The environment in the night of the assassination was indeed similar to what I saw today."

Of course it is not the same place. Maca still knows this, but the feeling is very similar.

And the six black-robed wizards who rushed out of the hall just now illuminate his memory that was almost left in a corner of his heart.Their speed was unusually fast, and at the same time they made Maca very familiar.

"Prophet, won't you come out and explain the situation to me?"

Maca ignored the suddenly tense atmosphere around him. While speaking in ancient Persian, his eyes pierced the darkest part of the temple door.On the carved stone platform, the figure of the old man sitting on it was half-hidden, which made people look unreal.

"Heir, return the painful dagger to me..."

The old man's voice echoed in the empty hall, and when it reached the door, it had become blurred, but Maca still barely understood it.

It's just that, inexplicably, he said that he was the heir, and then he wanted to surrender the painful dagger without saying anything.

He had already guessed what the "pain dagger" was--not to mention that he did not have it. Even if the dagger was in his hands now, would he obediently hand it over?

"Are you planning to come out?" Maca nodded and said, "Okay, then I will come in by myself."

If I can hear the two prophecies just now, it can be said that I have made a profit.But if he could pry out some explanation from the prophet, he wouldn't mind the extra effort.

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a staff in his hand.

I have to say that since Voldemort and Greenward's incident passed, he rarely used this thing.In normal life, a long stick is really inconvenient. Maybe you can use it as a crutch when you are old, but now it is obviously unnecessary.

And when his staff appeared, the six black-robed cultists hiding in the corner immediately moved!

They are indeed very fast, but Maca will not be slower than them.After activating his swift ability, a total of seven figures staggered past him for an instant, and several icy streamers appeared and disappeared, followed by a crisp crash that was almost practiced.

That is a knife!It is the remnant glow of six sharp blades bathed in the moonlight for a moment!

Modern wizards rarely use weapons other than magic wands.But in ancient times, in the age when the fairy clan’s knowledge of creating magical blades was not lost, various weapons were also popular among wizards.Even at that time, there were several inheritances of wizards who were good at making magic weapons.

Of course, to this day, perhaps the tradition of using weapons and the sporadic wizarding community can vaguely remember, but the magic weapon has become an extremely rare treasure.

Maca is very convinced that all the six sharp blades are ordinary daggers, at best the kind with better forging techniques.Because the short sword that first touched his staff was already broken.

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