Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Return the pain dagger to my teacher."

In the hall, the words of the old prophet still echoed leisurely.As he did at the beginning, he slumped and sat on the carved high platform, as if he hadn't seen the scene where Maca easily resisted the six followers, without any surprise.

Are these wizards still stuck at the door making him feel confident?Or is this old man still holding other powerful cards in his hand?

In addition, the six black-robed cultists who had just attacked did not immediately make a second attack after a miss.It seems that they are planning to secretly measure the fight with Maca just now.

Or...what are they waiting for?

"Is this the same sentence?" Maca's gaze crossed the wizards in front of the hall, and went deeper, "Even if you want me to hand over the'dagger of pain'... don't you think you should give me an explanation first? For example, what is the'dagger of pain'? For example, what is your purpose?"

In these several consecutive questions, he has actually mixed in the techniques of contemplation.But this magic that has hardly failed in the past, this time the effect seems to be a big discount.

As expected to be a wizard with the blood of a prophet, the strength of the spirit and will is indeed extraordinary.

"Don't tell me?"

Maca frowned, and the staff in his hand was raised again, causing the six black-robed cultists standing around him to sharply aim their blades at him.Even the cultist who broke his short sword by his wand quickly took out his wand.

Obviously, if Maca moves again, they will give up his hesitation and go hard.

"Heir of pain," at this moment, the old prophet finally spoke again, "I don't know where you got it from, but it doesn't belong to you, and it doesn't do you any good...return it If I teach, I can save you from your sins..."

"It doesn't belong to me? Who does it belong to?" Maca's hand holding the staff was still in the air, giving people the illusion that it would fall at any time, "Does it belong to you?"

But then, the prophet closed his mouth again, seemingly not going to say anything.

Just as Maca felt unreasonable to the other party's words, in the other party's mind, Maca's words were probably nothing more than a provocation.

"It's hard to talk to you..."

Obviously, Maca’s intention to do something is not an illusion.At the same time he mumbled, the staff had lightly paused on the floor tiles, and the six people who had been staring at him all rushed toward the middle.

But at the next moment, a piece of cold air overflowed in an instant, covering most of the open space in front of the temple.

When he walked out of the icy mist with his staff in his hand, the six followers who attacked him at the same time did not follow him, and no one even knew that in just over ten seconds. Something was born there.

"excuse me……"

After waving his hands at the large group of wizards in front of him, Maca went straight forward regardless of whether they understood English or not.

However, I don't know if it is really because of the language barrier or because they don't want to let it.

In short, when Maca moved forward involuntarily, only a few people hesitantly gave in.However, most other wizards fell silent again after a slight commotion.

Maca noticed that when most people realized that he wanted to forcefully break, they couldn't help but looked back at the direction of the stone platform deep in the hall.Then, their slightly uneasy feeling of witnessing the strength of Maca settled down.

"It seems that the prophet's hole card is probably not this mob...On the contrary, the prophet is their backing?"

While thinking about this, he didn't stop at all, as if he couldn't see the group of wizards in front of him, he stubbornly moved forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Suddenly, the Indian wizards standing in the forefront felt a strange feeling, as if an invisible wall was pressing against him extremely roughly.The invisible barrier slammed into him brutally, causing him to retreat following every step of Maca uncontrollably.

At this moment, the other party said something in a language that Maca couldn't understand, and then all the magic wands were aimed at him.

If you want to withstand a lot of spells, even Maca can't stand it.After all, he is also an ordinary human, but he does not have the blood of giants like Hagrid and Maxim to raise his resistance.

But one thing about modern magic is fatal, that is, under the same circumstances, the effect of preemption will be surprisingly good.

The magic he used to push the crowd just now was an enlarged version of the "iron armor curse."The shield-shaped barrier that was originally only used to deflect spells and physical entities will greatly reduce its defensive ability after increasing its range, but it can produce unexpected effects when used smart enough.

I saw Maca pushing the wand suddenly forward, followed by a lot of wizards and a lot of people turning upside down. Only a few people standing aside successfully cast offensive spells, but only burst out in the air. Ji Peng hit the various light particles produced by the iron armor curse.

As for Maca, he has already passed through the crowd calmly and stepped into the hall with ease.

"boom!"

With Maca's backhand wave, the gate of the palace was closed by him.And then there was a defensive spell, which completely blocked the door-it depends on the group of guys after being shut out without resistance, they still didn't have the confidence to break the door forcibly.

"You still don't... forget it."

There are so few light sources in the temple that it is almost dizzy at first glance.After Maca waved his stick to light up a scorching light, he gently threw it into the air, and suddenly the hall was bright.

At this moment, it can be clearly seen that in the depths of the palace, in addition to the old prophet on the stone platform, there are also three black-robed followers on each side of him.If you count the six who rushed out just now, there are twelve in total.

But, are there really only so many people here?

Of course not, at least Maca can still vaguely sense that there are obviously people hiding behind the hall and the side halls on both sides, but the other party has no intention to reveal it for the time being.

But no matter how many people are still here, he doesn't want to say more.If only he tried to talk unilaterally, it was obviously meaningless, and he didn't want to speak into the air.

Therefore, he closed his mouth altogether and walked along the scarlet carpet in the center of the hall to the carved stone platform.

"Stop him," because Maca walked forward without saying a word, the prophet finally spoke, but this time it was in modern Persian, "follow the orders, all for faith."

"For faith!"

The black robe cultists on both sides responded in unison, and like the six previous companions, they held the hilt of the backhand with their backhands.

Because of the lack of light outside, Maca did not see the appearance of these believers too clearly.But this time, even though they also wore hoods, the six pairs of cold eyes made his heart startled.

Naturally, he was not worried about the opponent's strength. Through the previous fight, he knew that if these people had no other means, they would not pose too much threat to himself.

He has encountered enough opponents of speed.

Like the unarmed group of black deaths that Voldemort had made in the past, they were all comparable to fire dragons in terms of strength, power, and intensity, but it was obvious that the black-robed cultists in front of them had only a faster speed.

What he cared about was the cold eyes that made him extremely familiar--he was in such a state of insensibility once before, and even spent a very depressing time because of this.

"Ok?"

Just as Maca was preparing to quickly solve the six people in front of him, and then approached the prophet on the stone platform, a wave of magic power spread in the hall.

And the next moment, the six black-robed cultists disappeared in an instant.

It was the old prophet-he seemed to cast a magic similar to the phantom spell, hiding the figures of the believers.

However, this stealth sneak attack tactic may have an effect that cannot be underestimated for other wizards, but it obviously can't cause any trouble to Maca.

So, when all the followers disappeared from sight, Maca waved his staff without hesitation.

Six invisible magical blades faced the six black-robed cultists in invisible state with extreme precision.This is exactly the Shadowless Curse he obtained from Snape. It is high, concealed, and has excellent killing effect, and it is just right here.

But then, the weird actions made by the six followers made him startled.

Yes, at the moment when the invisible blade was about to hit the opponent, the six opponents kicked their feet together and avoided perfectly with a rather awkward movement.

If it is others, it may not be seen, because both the blade and the believers are invisible.But Maca "sees" very clearly-his attack was completely evaded.

"what happened?"

He thought of many possibilities in a very short period of time. For example, the other party can sense magic power, and the other party can predict danger, etc. But this is naturally not something that can be answered in a short time.

Although the thoughts in his mind continued, Maca's movements did not stop.Even if he is avoided by the opponent once, he still has a lot of room for a second or even third attack.

"Since you can hide, you can't avoid it at all--"

This time he didn't use any Divine Front Shadowless Curse anymore. It was just a moment when he swung his wand, a large swath of flames surged in front of him like waves, and rushed forward with a majestic momentum.

In the past, Dumbledore liked to use this type of magic technique very much, because its basic spell, the fire-making spell, had a low cost, but the actual effect was unexpectedly excellent.

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