Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 703: Unstable transaction

According to normal circumstances, it is now the time for the guests who have had dinner to return to the audience to enjoy the evening after show. If you count the number of people who want to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar in Hogsmeade Village for two drinks, the school gate should be a time when people come and go.

But now, the Hogwarts vestibule gate, which was originally quite spacious, has been completely blocked by a large group of black-robed wizards of unknown origin.

"Who are those people? They seem to have an ‘ominous’ feeling..."

"Yeah! It's been more than ten minutes since they stood there without saying a word, it seems a bit unkind?"

"Did those guys have not moved since ten minutes ago? It feels like a statue..."

"They blocked the door, so we couldn't get in...Is there anyone who wants to ask?"

"Uh...you are going to..."

Yes, since just now, there has been a situation where people on the outside can’t get in and people on the inside can’t get out. It's just that the group of people seems to be uncomfortable. Although most of the people around are dissatisfied, no one wants to be an early bird.

So, when the group of black-robed cultists did not take the initiative to cause trouble for the time being, the entrance of Hogwarts school was barely maintained at a certain balance point of "safe and safe".

However, the so-called balance point will always be broken.

Actually, some careful onlookers have somewhat noticed--the group of silent black-robed wizards remained motionless from beginning to end, but the white-robed old man who was standing in front of them, who looked like a leader, actually Some feelings of instability.

Many people can see that his hands are trembling slightly, and his breathing is particularly hard. That kind of feeling is as if the muscles of the whole body are tightened, and there is an indescribable sense of tension.

Of course, besides the black-robed cultist and the old prophet, there are six children here. It can be seen that at this moment the children have temporarily lost consciousness and were held hostage by six believers.

It's already night, the setting sun sinks from the western mountain to the other side of the earth, and the moon has already hung on the eastern sky wall. There are not too many clouds blocking everyone's sight tonight. Looking up in the hills where Hogwarts Castle is located, stars have already occupied the sky of farewell sunshine for some time.

Suddenly, the buzzing and whispering under the stars disappeared suddenly, and this was only because the white-robed old man took a step forward abruptly and officially stepped into the Hogwarts campus.

The guests around didn't know what he wanted to do, but even they could vaguely perceive that something must be about to begin.

"...painful heir, you have arrived, then show up!"

This is an ancient Persian phrase, and the onlookers present hardly understood it. But of course, the old man didn't tell them to listen, as long as the people who should understand can understand it.

The voice fell slightly, not far in front of the white robe old man...It was as if a hand gently lifted a certain transparent veil, Maca’s phantom curse was quietly lifted, and his The figure also revealed.

There is no detectable magical power fluctuation. How the other party knew he was here is still a mystery for the time being.

However, I won't mention this for now.

Actually, although Maca has indeed just arrived here not long ago, he has already sensed something unusual about the old man. He could feel that the old man in front of him seemed calm, but his heart was not as calm as the tone revealed.

It's like... he's waiting for something urgently, or... he's always worried about something.

"The ‘heir’...well, maybe I am the ‘painful heir’ in your mouth..."

Maca also spoke in Old Persian. Although he has studied this language and writing, his intonation seems a bit low and unnatural because he rarely uses its pronunciation.

"I know, you came to me for a'deal'. And I have to admit that you came very quickly... Well, let's talk! How can I return those kids?"

Maca has to stand here at the moment, waiting for the opponent to make a condition, this is because he does not have any valuable cards in his hand.

The two black-robed cultists who were caught by him have been forcibly read through the memory by him, but he thought that he would get something to some extent, but he found that not only the clues did not increase, but the doubts increased. Up.

Because there is no memory in the heads of the two black-robed cultists, even the scattered memory fragments.

Be aware that even if someone moves their hands and feet in the soul to make them maneuver at a specific time to completely shatter the memory, there will still be memory fragments. Even Maca hasn't figured out what it is like when a person has no memory at all.

Is it controlled by this white-robed old man? What kind of magic did the other party use—at least, he didn't find any traces of magic that could be manipulated from a distance from the two black-robed cultists.

Just as Maca casually glanced among the black-robed cultists behind the old man, the opponent's slightly dry lips moved a little.

"The Sorcerer's Stone...and, the Dagger of Pain."

The opponent's eyes were hidden in the shadow by the hood, and his voice was flat to a little indifferent, only his hands hanging on his side trembled slightly, without stopping for a moment.

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help being a little speechless.

These two things, whether they are real or false, at least he has held them tightly in his hands. But by the way, they never really belonged to him.

And the most important thing is that these two things are now gone, maybe even long ago.

If there is more time, he might be able to figure out a way to make one or two seemingly fakes, and then try to give the other party another set or something. It's just a pity that the old man didn't give him the opportunity to think carefully.

"If I give you all of them, can you guarantee that the six children will be returned to me intact?"

Although he doesn't have what the other party wants, judging from the situation in front of him, it is obviously not a good situation that "you say no one will believe it". He is not so naive.

So...

"Yes."

The white-robed old man answered without hesitation, causing Maca to nod lightly.

"Okay, I can make this deal with you, but—" He stared at the other person calmly, then paused before continuing, "First, I must first confirm the state of the children, I want to see Until they are all normal."

As soon as Maca finished speaking, before he even spoke, he saw that the six black-robed cultists who controlled the children touched behind the children's ears.

Immediately, six pairs of eyes slowly opened their eyelids. The children first looked around in confusion, and when they realized that they were in the middle of a group of strange guys, they immediately panicked.

It can be seen that they all wanted to leave there, but the left hands of the six black-robed cultists clasped their immature necks firmly, making them unable to stay away for half a step.

"Sister Hill—Little Tade—Rosa—Um—"

A voice mixed with surprises and worries rang hurriedly among the crowd behind Maca, but it was quickly retracted.

"Very well," Maca nodded slightly again, "I will fetch the Philosopher's Stone and the Pain Dagger within three days, and then we will complete the transaction--"

"No way."

What Maca needs most now is time. By now, he has experienced many things and encountered many problems. He believes that as long as he has time, he will be able to find the most practical and effective solution.

He even managed to break the despair created by the ancient magic mirror. Can he not deal with the old man holding hostages in front of him?

Yes, there are indeed some weird things about dealing with, but he doesn't think that will make him helpless.

However, even in just three days, the other party seemed unwilling to wait at all. The white-robed old man responded quickly and decisively, leaving no room for it.

"Just now, immediately."

As time went by, Maca felt that the eagerness in the other's heart was constantly expanding. The shaking of the palm of the old man's sleeve was even greater, and not only that, this time even the voice of his speech was not as calm as it was at the beginning.

A strange sense of urgency breeds between the two.

"I said, I'll get it for you in three days," Maca frowned. "You don't think that things like the Philosopher’s Stone and the Pain Dagger, I’ll just take it around like this. It takes time to fetch it...During this period, you can take the children back and wait for a while. Isn’t that okay?"

Although he was a little anxious in his heart, there was still an impatient expression on his face. He knew that when negotiating, don't be impatient, and the play that should be played still has to go on...After all, he doesn't have what the other party wants. If this is exposed, the transaction or something will be equivalent to non-existent.

However, the old man's sense of urgency ~IndoMTL.com~ undoubtedly made this transaction more and more unstable.

"I said, now!"

The other party's sudden explosion confirms what Maca said beforehand—something is wrong!

When I saw the white robe old man, it seemed that he could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart, restlessness, restlessness, urgency and even fear, all of a sudden poured out in his low growl. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted the hood on his head, a bald head suddenly exposed in everyone's sight.

The other person looks like any old man who can be seen everywhere, there is nothing surprising in his appearance, and his skin also has a typical old man's loose folds.

Only the distorted expression on the old man's face is exuding hysterical anger and despair.

　　

　　 Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. Mobile version reading URL: