Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I said, now! Hand over both the Philosopher’s Stone and the Pain Dagger! Don’t say anything that will take time... after three days? Don’t say three days, I don’t want to wait for three minutes! Hand it over immediately, even if only the Pain Dagger Okay, give it to me!"

While Maca was still trying to buy time, the white-robed old man suddenly took off the hood on his head and let out a low growl with a manic face.

It can be seen that as the old man's anger suddenly overflowed, the blood vessels on his bald head appeared.

To be honest, this sudden emotional explosion made Maca really embarrassed.

Obviously, although the reason is unknown, the other party is really eager.If Maca does possess the dagger, the scale of victory is already leaning towards him now, even if there is no Philosopher's Stone, he can still exchange all the six children back if he works harder.

However, he had never actually possessed that pain dagger.At the moment, even if the other party is anxious and willing to retreat to the next best thing, there is nothing if there is nothing, and he can't give it if he wants to.

As a result, the original theoretical advantage has completely become his disadvantage.

"In this case, there is no way..."

After Maca whispered in his heart, he was ready to use the strong one.Although rough methods will increase risks, time is already too tight, and effective methods will disappear for a while.

But he just made some preparations in his heart, and even before he even moved, the bald old man actually gave a cold snort.

"do not move!"

Although the other person's expression was full of restlessness, his thinking was still extremely calm.

"Don't try to grab someone from me forcibly-heir, I admit that your magic is amazingly strong, but it is impossible to take hostages from me. To tell you the truth, I only need one thought, Those children will die immediately!"

No, this feeling...

"By the way, let me remind you one more thing," the old man said grimly, "Although your soul-impacting magic is very fast, I advise you not to use it, because that magic affects my cultists. It doesn't work."

It's not so much "calm", but rather...

"Plutocratic technique?" Maca suddenly felt a warning sign and thought, "No, it can't be Pancrass, and Occlumency doesn't respond to anything... This old man seems to have the blood of a prophet... Is it something The ability to predict?"

The words of the bald old man made Maca's nerves tense involuntarily-yes, he did want to use soul magic just now.

As long as he creates a momentary trance in the opponent's consciousness, he can forcefully take the hostage.There are risks naturally, and he cannot guarantee that nothing goes wrong at all, but the odds of winning should be not small.

However, the old man first interrupted his action with one sentence exactly before he was about to do it; and then with another sentence, he clearly stated his calculations.

If it weren't for the opponent's contemplative mind to be so strong that he could not even notice it, then it might be a real talent for foresight.

If you think about the old man's prediction and several accurate calculations, Maca can't help but secretly affirm this inference.

"If it is really short-term predictive ability, then it will be troublesome..."

Maca, who has dealt with time rules a few times, knows exactly how tricky it is.If the ordinary prophet predicts the talent, then there is at least some room for change, after all, the future is equivalent to constantly changing.But if it is a short-term prediction, it means that every move will be severely restricted.

"I know what you want to say—"

Maca was about to speak, but his thoughts were accurately interrupted when they turned into action.

"You guessed it right... But, I don't want to tell you this right now. Hand over the dagger-the pain dagger, quickly hand it over to me! I don't have so much time wasting with you, it's too late... "

Maca really wanted to ask this time: "You can guess so, don't you know that I don't have that broken dagger?"

But he just thought about it, but on the contrary he hesitated.Yes!Since the old prophet held the dagger in his hand, is it possible... he really did, but he didn't realize it?

It was Rowena who removed him from several ancient scenes before he came into contact with the dagger, and was buried with emotion by the broken dagger.But what happened later?In other words, are these scenes similar to the effect of a pendulous basin, or was he really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still a lot of questions, even the more complicated and changeable the more you think about it, but these can't be asked directly.If you let the other party know that you have no pain at all, and don't say whether they believe it or not, at least the children will most likely fall into a crisis of death.

Just as Maca was gradually caught in a dilemma by the prophet old man's actions again and again, a small but exceptionally clear voice suddenly rang from the crowd on one side.The voice was familiar, but it wasn't the Lenny who had spoken before, but the voice of another girl who was slightly cold.

"Centaurus (Bungu1a) South 2776 turn 3oo..."

A strange sentence, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, is surprisingly fast.

But when this sentence fell in his ears, Maca realized that the face of the bald old man in front of him changed, and the original irritability was suddenly changed into incomparable surprise and amazement.

Looking at his expression, it was as if he had heard something unbelievable, so that he could not react for a while.

"Corvus South--" "Do it!"

Immediately after that, there is a second similar sentence, like a magic spell, from which the regularity of syllables and tones can be clearly distinguished.

But the old man finally reacted this time, before the voice was finished, the black robe cultists behind him were actually dispatched for most of this.Only thirty or forty believers drew out short swords at the same time.They went from static to moving almost in an instant, bursting out to the greatest degree, seeing that they were about to take the life of the voice's owner before he could finish speaking.

But how could Maca just watch the other side act like this?

The staff appeared in his hand in an instant, and then a cold breath enveloped a large area of ​​space here, and the black-robed cultists who flew towards the crowd from all angles suddenly added a layer of visible to the naked eye. Frosty.

However, there are too many people here. When large-scale magic cannot be used, it is extremely difficult to stop all the attackers.

Probably the danger was felt from the suddenly cold air, and the people around them began to crowd back.In fact, since just now, those onlookers have gradually retreated a lot of distance, but that was obviously not enough.

The scene began to become confused.

The terrible cold current cast by Maca using the cooling rules is naturally significant.Although the followers were fast, they still slowed down in the process of running, and they were all frozen on the way.

But there were still two that weren't "taken care of", because when they started to lose weight, they already rushed into the chaotic crowd.

"——1o68 to 437." "Chih."

At the same time that the voice was worthy of reciting the second sentence, the sound of the sharp blade across his body caused Maca's eyes to jump suddenly.But strangely, there was no cry or sorrow among the crowd.

"Neta Borea1is 1528, not visible."

As the third sentence was pronounced again by the flat voice, Maca took a deep breath.And the steps he was running there, also changed the course of action in the next second, quickly turning back to the kidnapped children.

Because he keenly realized that the magic fluctuations in the bald old man actually calmed down quickly, and even his pupils were slightly diffused-that was a sign of temporary loss of consciousness.

Maca's degree is not inferior to those black-robed believers, and even faster.I saw him pounce on the six believers like a gust of wind, and the six magical blades sent in advance passed through their brows accurately, and the children returned to his protection.

When he cautiously brought the six little guys back to the other side, the other cultists stayed in place, as if they had no time to react.

Or maybe they can't move at all...

"Professor McLean, you only need to control the old man, and the others in the black robe don't care."

When Maca heard the words, he immediately turned his head and took a look, and then his pupils shrank.

"Sarah, you—"

"Professor McLean, I'm fine... Please do it as soon as possible."

Maca looked at Sarah's right shoulder. There was something obviously missing. The scarlet color stimulated his nerves; and behind her, the missing thing was lying quietly in a pool of blood. In, extremely dazzling.

——This can still be called "nothing"?

Compared with Sarah, who was so calm and arguably weird, those people who were scared and screamed by this scene were much more normal, even if the faces of fear were not pretty.

Maca had noticed something strange about Sarah, and she also had her own secret.But even Maca couldn't imagine that he would actually see this strange picture now.

But no matter how doubtful, he will not lose his due judgment.Sarah's calmness caused Maca to cast a curse on the bald old man who was still in loss after passing the children over to Professor McGonagall.

Behind Maca, Professor Sprout rushed towards Sarah with Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital, apparently to treat her in time.Regarding this, Sarah didn't say much, just stood there and let them do what they did.

"This... doesn't work," Pomfrey's expression was somewhat solemn, "Perhaps there is some black magic attached to the blade that cuts off the arm..."

But Sarah just shook her head.

"Don't worry, I think... This will be done to Professor McLean."

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