Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 774: Elderly people in wheelchairs

"Is there a sense of sight? Has this bridge been seen somewhere?"

Looking at the majestic rain clouds rolling like a dragon, and the faintly gleaming thunder in the dark clouds, Maca had to stretch out his fingers to prop up an "umbrella" formed by the airflow.

With a look on his face thinking of the thunderbird that the man just turned into, plus the test tube in his mouth, he could guess what would happen next with his knees.

"Good afternoon, young man...cough cough...I think you are the youngest professor at Hogwarts, MacLean, right?"

The old man's voice was mixed in the continuous thunder, but it was still very clear, even if the words sounded full of vicissitudes and dying.

"What?"

Before Maca consciously appeared, Miriam, who was standing behind the old man, immediately looked around—is that McLean near here? He didn't even notice it at all.

At the same time, the other two men in suits also hurriedly drew out their magic wands and looked vigilantly at all the surrounding places where they could hide.

"Yes, I am Maca McLean."

As the three of them strained their nerves, Maca removed the phantom spell. And when he took the initiative to take the first step to speak, the effect of Xianyin's Potion was also automatically lifted.

When they saw that Maca was actually not far away from them, they immediately grasped the handle of the wand in their hands, and their expressions became more solemn.

Especially Miriam... You know, she escaped all the way under the cover of Asaph, but now she found that Maca just appeared in front of her!

This one after the other, including the time to intercept that assistant minister halfway through, is there a total of half an hour in the past?

"Where is Asaph? Tell me, where is he!"

Millian's expression was actually calm, but from her tone, Maca could not surprisingly hear the anxieties.

Obviously, although this group can sensibly endure the sacrifice of their companions, they are by no means out of the ruthlessness of Voldemort.

"Asaph?"

Maca just stared at the old man, never leaving the other person even a little bit, even if he was speaking in Miriam, this is no exception.

"Oh, is it the man in the overcoat?" He said, and paused slightly, "Don't worry, he's okay...but I can't guarantee if he will'have something' next."

Being taken hostages as a shield several times, to be honest, Maca had wanted to try this last time.

It's a pity that neither Voldemort nor Greenward was the one who used this method. He has never used this method in the magical world yet!

"You--"

A man in a suit seemed a bit irritable, and almost couldn't hold back when he heard Maca say this.

But he couldn't help it, but the old man in the wheelchair could help him hold it-seeing that the old man raised his hand slightly, the man in the suit could only swallow the words of his throat and stared at Maca slightly. Take a step back.

"Ahem, young man..."

Maca is looking at the old man, and the old man is looking at Maca too.

It can be seen that the old man’s appearance is thin and thin, and people will be afraid that he will swallow the last breath at some point; while Maca is just a teenager, and he can feel the breath of vitality all over the body. .

However, these two very different people have a deep sense of depth in their eyes.

Maca's eyes were tossed out when he lost his emotions. Once he faces a strong enemy, he will naturally stabilize his spirit, and cooperate with Occlumency to prevent being attacked by others while facing each other.

The depth of the old man might seem a bit similar to Maca at first glance, but in essence it must be completely different. What I have to say, even if it is a look that has gone through the vicissitudes of the world, but still has a goal in mind.

Maka has only experienced this kind of feeling in Helbo, who had just met him not long ago.

"Young man...I have a question for you," the old man looked at Maca's face calmly, and asked faintly, "The rain hasn't rained yet, why should we open the umbrella first?"

What is the problem?

Maca shook his head when he heard the words.

He knew that the old man was asking questions about the behavior of Thunderbird flying to the sky with the test tube in his mouth. The reason is probably that he wanted to take the Maca test.

After all, the ability of Thunderbird to call the wind and the rain is mixed with potions, this kind of thing is really not necessarily imagined by ordinary people.

However, Maca does not want to be led by the nose...

"Old gentleman, since you are asking that, I have a question too," he gestured with his hands, "I can walk with my feet, why do I need a wheelchair?"

After witnessing the bizarre event of turning a man into a magical creature twice in a row, why didn't Maca start to guess whether this old man, who was obviously the leader, would also be the kind of thing that broke the upper limit of polymorphism? ?

"Well, good question." After hearing this, the old man nodded without hesitation, "Ahem... But should you answer the question I asked first?"

But Maca waved his hand immediately.

"No, I don't want to answer..." He said frankly, "If I have to say it, I actually want to stop the rain first, or the guards in the prison are afraid they will suffer. Up!"

Yes, the old man's methods are actually killing two birds with one stone.

Maka will probably be forced to show up by the guy named Seaman in this way, and even if Maca does not show up, the people on the Blackstone Fort will be caught unknowingly.

"So it seems, cough cough... You don't know how to answer, but you don't want to answer." The old man chuckled and said slowly, "Don't stop Seaman's boy... Don't worry, the guards I will only sleep peacefully...cough... just sleep in the rain, maybe you will catch a cold..."

"Really?" Maca raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," the old man smiled again, "Besides, don't you still have hostages on hand? Heh...cough cough cough..."

It seems that once this person gets older, even making a joke will easily be choked by his own saliva. Maca looked at the cough that was obviously different from before and couldn't help shrugging.

"Then I'll believe it for the time being!" Maca said indifferently, "So...so...so, your people spared no expense in tossing a series of dramas, and the result was to bring me here? "

Seriously, Maca didn't have much real feeling during the chase and escape this afternoon. He only knew that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and it should be for the other party's prediction.

I remember Sarah once mentioned that "Astrology Circle" is the category of astronomy in alchemy. Even now, there are very few people who can figure it out.

That's why Maca can figure it out. What is the reason why this group of people will come to Azkaban even if they die.

But now, he found that the other party didn't seem to be interested in the prison side at all, but basically focused on himself.

In this way, his previous guesses were almost overturned.

It's just that, for Maca's question, the old man doesn't seem to have a positive answer.

"Young man, do you know the origin of this island?"

It is another inexplicable problem. As far as Maca knows, there is no deep description of the origin of the island in any historical documents.

Because this island was originally occupied by a dark wizard before it was discovered by the Ministry of Magic. In all the ages before the death of the dark wizard, the island has not been officially recorded, which is equivalent to non-existent.

"From the death of the dark wizard who claimed to be'Extis', until it was transformed into the Azkaban Wizarding Prison, most people knew what, and I also knew something."

Maca’s answer was natural, and of course boring. This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about this seemingly nutritious topic.

However, the old man didn't seem to intend to expose this topic.

"Okay!" He still said slowly in his slow and vicissitudes of voice, "Ahem... Then, young man... Do you know the dementors on this island? Where did you come from?"

Think about the first time I spent in Azkaban. Maca has really studied this issue.

It's just research and research. He doesn't want to hold a **** academic seminar with an old man who is quite suspicious of his identity and strength on a desert island outside of the Azkaban Wizarding Prison!

"The origin of the Dementor?" Maca tilted his head~IndoMTL.com~Is this important? "

"Well, it's really important--for you and me today." The old man smiled calmly, "It's just, cough cough... I can see it, I think you probably don't like it This way of dialogue..."

As he was talking, he moved his body laboriously, shaking his fingers, and also propped up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

"Okay!" The old man continued, "Since you are unwilling to answer questions, then be the one asking questions! Cough cough...Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach now, so just ask what you want. Come on!"

"Really?" Maca also tickled the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid it will be for nothing if I ask."

"That's better than not asking."

The old man said, but his gaze shifted to the sky behind Maca--the sky over this sea area was already haze, and the sky became more and more gloomy as the thunder continued.

"My position is not like you. If you ask, I will always answer...Of course, ahem...The answer is true or false, I can't guarantee it."

These last words are exactly the same as Maca's answer to Miriam, which is somewhat naughty with a slight run on Maca.

"Yeah, too." Maca sighed, "Then, I want to know, are you...are you related to Rowena Ravenclaw?"

Just as Maca uttered these words, another thunder that resembled the sky and the earth slammed down, followed by a deafening explosion.

Then, the first drop of water before the storm fell silently on the ground between him and the old man.

The rain finally started to fall.

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