Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 704: The dramatic turning point

"I said, now! Hand over both the Philosopher’s Stone and the Pain Dagger! Don’t say anything that takes time... after three days? Don’t say three days, I don’t want to wait for three minutes! Hand it over immediately, even if there is only pain The dagger is fine too, give it to me!"

Just as Maca was trying to buy time, the old man in white robe suddenly took off the hood on his head, and let out a low growl with a manic expression on his face.

You can see 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 have the dagger, the scale of victory is already leaning toward him now, even if there is no Philosopher's Stone, if he works harder, he can also exchange all the six children back.

However, he 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 that doesn't exist, and he can't give it if he wants.

So, the original theoretical advantage has completely become his disadvantage.

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

Maca murmured a word in his heart, and 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 old bald snorted first.

"Don't move!"

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

"Don’t try to grab someone from me forcibly—heir, I admit that your magic is amazingly strong, but it’s impossible to take hostages from me. To tell you the truth, I just need With one thought, those children will die immediately!"

No, this feeling...

"One more thing to remind you by the way," the old man said grimly, "Although your soul-impacting magic is very fast, I advise you not to use it, because that magic teaches me. The crowd is useless."

It's not so much "calm", it's better to say...

"Desire Mind Technique?" Maca suddenly felt a warning sign, and thought to himself, "No, it can't be Mind Mind, there is no response to Occlumency...This old man seems to have the blood of a prophet...Could it be Is it some kind of predictive ability?"

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 exact sentence just before he was about to do it; then, with another sentence, he clearly stated his calculations.

If it wasn't for the opponent's contemplation that was so strong that he couldn't 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’re right...but, I don’t want to tell you this now. Hand over the dagger—the pain dagger, give it to me quickly! I don’t have so much time to waste with you, so I can’t come soon. It's..."

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 he hesitated. Yup! Since the old prophet insisted on holding the dagger in his hand, is it possible... he really has it, but he didn't realize it?

It was Rowena who removed him from a few 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 the penis, or is he really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still a lot of questions, and even the more complex and changeable you think about it, but this is not something you can ask 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 probably 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 sounded from the crowd on one side. The voice was familiar, but it was not the voice of Lenny, who had spoken before, but the voice of another girl who was slightly cold.

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

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

And 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 replaced with incomparable surprise and astonishment.

Looking at his expression, it was as if he had heard something unbelievable, so that he couldn't react to it for a while.

"Corvus (Corvus) South--" "Do it!"

Followed by is the 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-robed cultists behind him were 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 trying 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 for an instant, and then a cold breath enveloped the large space here, and the black-robed cultists who flew towards the crowd from all angles suddenly added a layer. The frost visible to the naked eye.

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

Probably felt the danger coming 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 far from 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 are still two that have not been "taken care of", because the next moment they started to lose weight, they already rushed into the chaotic crowd.

"——1o68 to 437." "Chih."

Just as the second sentence was finished in that voice, the sound of a sharp blade slashing across his body caused Maca's eyes to jump suddenly. But strangely, there was no scream or sorrow in the crowd.

"NetaBorea1is 1528, not visible."

As the third sentence was pronounced by the flat voice again, 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's body calmed down quickly, and even his pupils spread slightly-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, the six magical blades sent in advance accurately passed through their eyebrows, and the children returned to his protection.

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

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

"Professor McLean, you only need to control the old man, don't care about other people in black robes."

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, and the scarlet color stimulated his nerves; and looking at her behind, the missing thing lay quietly. In the pool of blood, it was extremely dazzling.

——This can still be called "okay"?

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

Maca had somehow noticed something strange about Sarah, and she also had her own secret. But even Maca couldn't imagine that he would see this weird picture now ~ IndoMTL.com~ But no matter how doubtful, he would not lose his due judgment. Sarah's calm caused Maca to cast a curse on the bald old man who was still in loss after passing the children to Professor McGonagall who had rushed over.

Behind Maca, Professor Sprout rushed towards Sarah with Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital, apparently he was going to be treated 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 a bit solemn, "Maybe 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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