Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 684: The Painful Successor

The architectural style of the Iranian magical world is largely derived from the ancient aggressive copycat 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, it was actually because the Persian wizards at the time were too interfering with Muggle’s political and military power, which completely aroused the dissatisfaction of the wizards of neighboring countries, and finally led to the generations of the Persian dynasty that nearly "did by day and night" Overlap.

Although their treatment of Muggle subjects is not as cruel as people think.

Anyway, those are things in the past, and no one can tell what exactly 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 the largest pure wizard residence in the Iranian magical world. And on the east side of the alleys 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 in today’s magical world where church organizations still exist.

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 this palace surrounded by striped stone pillars, a withered old man wearing a gray-white robe, crown and a long staff is sitting on a white carved stone platform. He closed his eyes slightly and motionless. If it weren't for his chest to rise and fall slightly, anyone would think he was dead.

On the left and right sides of the stone platform, more than a dozen wizards in uniform robes stood looking down, no one said a word.

A little bit 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 is very dim, only a few braziers on the pillars are burning flames, and the flickering light of the fire blurs the crowd in the hall.

But even though so many wizards have gathered here, even though 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, making his whole person tremble. And at the next moment, those flames jumped again, as if something was pulling them at the same time.

At this moment, the old man's half-closed eyes slowly opened.

"Sin...Sin is pervading...Many big sins have already appeared...Find the key...Open the door...Find...the key..."

The eyes are erratic and the voice is hoarse and distorted, but no one dares to ignore the intermittent words.

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

At the moment, the other two are leaving here with two wizards who look like little heads, and ran to a place where no one was outside for questioning.

Maka 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 is obviously far more capable than Lilawney. At least he is not like the latter, in addition to the unstable prophecy ability, there are only fools.

Just as Maca was chewing those words secretly, there was another cough in the hall suddenly, 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 humiliates 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 looks, and then he slammed the stick in his hand on the floor tiles under the stone platform.

"The successor of the pain dagger... just outside the temple gate!"

As mentioned earlier, Maca didn’t understand what the old prophet was saying now. But as the voice fell, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps in the hall, making it impossible for him to understand.

Because of those footsteps, it's obviously coming in the direction of the door!

"I am now?" Maca didn't get 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 jumped into the open space in front of the hall and turned around suddenly, but saw that the door of the hall had been opened by a crack. And as soon as he looked over, a dark shadow flew out from the crack of the door, so fast that people couldn't 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 passed, 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 has been completely opened. A large number of wizards rushed out from inside, squeezing each other and standing at the door, all their sights 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, that 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's not the same place. Maca still knows this, but the feeling is very similar.

It was the six black-robed wizards who had just rushed out of the main hall to light up his memory that was almost left in a corner of his heart. Their speed is unusually fast, and at the same time they make 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.

"Heirs, 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 successor, and then he wanted to surrender the pain dagger without saying anything.

He had already guessed what the "Pain Dagger" was--not to mention that he didn't 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 you can hear the two prophecies just now, you can already say that you 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 he spoke, there was a staff in his hand.

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

As soon as his staff appeared, the six black-robed cultists hiding in the corner immediately moved!

Their speed is indeed very fast, but Maca is not slower than them~ IndoMTL.com~ After turning on the swift ability, a total of seven figures with him interlaced in an instant, and several cold streamers suddenly appeared. It disappeared, and what followed was a crisp crash that was almost practiced.

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

Modern wizards rarely use weapons other than 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 magical weapons have become extremely rare treasures.

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

　　

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