Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 685: 1 Cut for faith

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

In the hall, the words of the old prophet still echoed leisurely. Just as he did at the beginning, he leaned over and sat on the carved 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 does this old man still hold 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?

"This sentence is still the same?" 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 it to me first An explanation? For example, what is the'dagger of pain'? For example, what is your purpose?"

During these several consecutive questions, he has actually incorporated the technique of sensationalism. But this magic that has hardly failed in the past, the effect this time seems to be a big discount.

As a wizard with the blood of a prophet, the strength of the spirit and will is really extraordinary.

"Don't you want to say it?"

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 had his short sword broken by his wand quickly took out his wand.

Obviously, if Maca moves again, they will give up hesitation and go straight to it.

"The painful heir," 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 to my teacher, and you will be relieved of your sins..."

"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 they would fall at any time, "Does it belong to you?"

But then, the prophet closed his mouth again, seemingly not intending to say any more.

Just as Maca felt incomprehensible 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..."

It is obvious that 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 towards the middle.

But at the next moment, a piece of cold air instantly overflowed, covering most of the clearing in front of the temple.

When he walked out of the icy mist with his staff, not even one of the six followers who attacked him at the same time just came out, and no one even knew that in just over ten seconds What happened there during the time.

"Please let 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 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 hesitated to give way. But most other wizards fell silent again after a slight commotion.

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

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

He thought so, but his steps didn't stop at all, as if he couldn't see the wizards in front of him, he stubbornly moved forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

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

At this moment, the other party said something in a language that Maca couldn't understand, and then all the wands were all 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 the few who stood aside successfully cast the offensive spell, but they were only in the air. Several light particles of various colors produced by hitting the iron armor curse were exploded.

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 on his own initiative. 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 the hall suddenly became bright.

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

Just, 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 of revealing it for the time being.

But no matter how many people are 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.

So, 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, "According to religious orders, everything is 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 back waist 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 were also wearing 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, it would not pose much threat to himself.

His opponent, he has encountered enough.

Like the group of black dead hands that Voldemort had made in the past, they are all comparable to fire dragons in terms of the power, degree, and intensity of the ****, but the black-robed cultists in front of them obviously only have a faster degree.

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

"Huh?"

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.

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

It was the old prophet—he seemed to have 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 cannot cause any trouble to Maca.

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

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

But then, the strange movements 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 others may not be able to see it, because both the blade and the believers are invisible. But Maca "sees" very clearly-his attack was completely evaded.

"What's the matter?"

He thought of many possibilities in a very short period of time~IndoMTL.com~ For example, the other party can also sense magic, or the other party can predict danger, etc., but this is naturally not a short time. The answer to the matter.

Although the thoughts continued in his mind, 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, it simply makes you unable to avoid--"

This time he didn’t use any 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 went straight ahead with a majestic momentum. Pounce.

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

　　

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