Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 989: The interweaving of ice and fire

　　 is a step late!

　　 After several days of continuous tracking and investigation, Maca followed the remnants of the magic thread to clear away many sources of bad luck. And by the way, he has also found a lot of Muggles who are plagued by bad luck.

　　 However, because the thread of doom will only cause Muggles to get into some trivial troubles, Maca has long focused his main attention on those who have actually died in accidents.

　　 It's a pity that after so many investigations, he discovered that those missing are often found by bad luck only after someone around them died.

　　 Even though he had deliberately followed the magic thread several times to observe the timing of their contact with Muggles, he could only see at most one or two bodies that were still warm.

　　 In other words, no matter how hard he tried, the traces of bad luck would not help him capture the moment the Muggle died.

　　 After all, he will always be one step late.

　　 "Is there no clue on this person?"

　　 In a Muggle fast-food restaurant, Maca is squatting inside the counter, carefully examining a waitress whose life was taken by a customer. And just outside the counter, Sirius asked without looking back while retracting the wand that had just cast the Forgetting Curse and the Muggle-Expelling Curse.

　　Because he knew that Maca would probably not find anything on the corpse this time.

　　 As expected, Maca quickly stood up and nodded slightly.

　　 "It won't work like this...The number of Muggles who died is still increasing, so we have to find a way out as soon as possible." He frowned. Otherwise, the Muggle side may cause further panic."

　　 Sirius heard this and couldn't help thinking:

　　 "What about the ‘source of doom’ you said? Just put it aside for now?"

　　Since the spread of bad luck will not directly cause death, it is naturally no longer anxious to clean up... However, Maca has never dared to slacken it easily.

　　 "No one knows if it's just an illusion at the moment. After it paralyzes our attention, it will cause a worse situation in one fell swoop..." He shook his head and said, "Besides, now except me. , You have not been able to sense the existence of those remaining magical powers."

　　"What should I do?" Sirius frowned, "Or...I will find as many people as possible and use the number of people to make up for the lack of clues?"

　　 "The efficiency will not improve much. No matter how many people we find, we can't keep an eye on the tens of thousands of citizens inside and outside London, let's say--"

　　 Halfway through, Maca thought about it inwardly, and finally nodded.

　　 "Forget it, you're right. Until now, the stupid way is also the way...People don't look for it, I will let the little guys I raise go for a walk!"

　　 For a long time, Maca has regarded the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders as a numerical advantage, and he will send the little spiders to disperse every time he needs manpower.

　　For example, in Haifa, spiders of all sizes even occupied the entire city scene.

　　 It’s just that now he is in London, and the floor area alone is enough to be worth more than twenty Haifa!

　　 Plus, he obviously couldn't bring the little guys back to normal size this time. In this way, the effect they can produce is naturally even smaller.

　　"...Little guys, go and observe the Muggles in the city! As soon as you find any signs of dark magic, come back and tell me...Go!"

　　 While releasing a large number of spiders, Maca also gave them a short-term invisibility effect. As long as they are all scattered and separated, the Muggles won't be aware of it.

　　 At the end, Maca still pondered and said:

　　 "I'm afraid this is better than nothing."

　　……

　　 Just as Maca expected, he still didn't get any valuable clues for another whole afternoon after releasing the spider.

　　 Looking at the time till dusk, and then going into the night again, Maca can't help feeling a little annoyed.

　　 In today’s day alone, there were more than 20 unrelated homicides on the desk of Scotland Yard’s task force. In fact, the actual new cases that Maca tracked even had More than this number.

　　, in the eastern suburbs of London, Maca is walking fast by the side of a park—he has been chasing this new trace of magic power in front of him for nearly half an hour, and according to the experience of these few days, another place" "The Source of Doom" should soon be found by him.

　　 But at this moment, he suddenly stopped his continuous advancement, turned his head and looked into the sky.

　　 "What is that...?"

　　 is probably because the thing floating in the air is too high, and the sky above London is covered with clouds as usual, so that he can neither rely on magical perception, nor can he use his eyes to tell whether it is a WTF.

　　 If it hadn't been for the evening, and the reddish sunset had dyed most of the western sky, even if he kept staring there, he wouldn't have noticed anything.

　　 And even at this moment, he just accidentally noticed the faint gray shadow inadvertently.

　　 But even so, Maca, who is currently lacking clues, can't let this little possibility go.

　　 saw that he didn't say a word, he left behind the magic remnants of tracking for nearly half an hour, put on the phantom curse, stepped on the magic book, and rushed straight to the sky.

　　 Observing on the ground often makes judgments about things flying at high altitudes. When Maca chased to a closer position, he realized that the speed of the gray shadow was much faster than he estimated. .

　　 Fortunately, his speed is never slow.

　　 I only saw Maca leaning over and squatting in mid-air, holding the magic book with one hand, and abruptly waved back with the other. Suddenly, he was like a cannonball just out of the chamber, exploding at an astonishing speed.

　　 is closer, closer...

　　 In just a few minutes, he chased the gray shadow over the suburban city for more than ten miles, and followed it over a wide lawn.

　　 But just when he was about to see exactly what the gray shadow was, a large group of creatures made up of flames struck him horizontally, and the hot air wave forced him to stop. The momentum of rushing has not stopped.

　　"Hula——"

　　, a cold current containing cooling rules appeared around Maca, engulfing a large number of ice crystals formed by condensation of high-altitude water vapor, and scouring directly toward those flame creatures.

　　 Accompanied by a roar and explosion of hot and cold, the spreading air current blew the Maca robe hunting and hunting.

　　 "Hailbo, you finally appeared..."

　　 He stood up from the magic book, with a staff in his right hand. Just watching him stand against the wind above this high altitude, an extraordinary aura suddenly spread out intentionally or unintentionally.

　　 "Don't know I have been looking for you for several days?"

　　 Although he couldn't immediately find out where Helbo was, the general direction can be sensed to some extent. And since he couldn't perceive the exact location of the opponent right now, it also showed that the old guy was still a long way from him.

　　 "Have you been looking for me for a few days? Maybe... But I think it's not a good time to meet now... Don't you think?"

　　 Haierbo did not show up, only his voice echoed gently under the sky. Even though the wind was strong high in the sky, it did not prevent him from accurately conveying what he said to Maca's ears, and the words and sentences were incomparably clear.

　　Maca looked at the direction where Haierbo was vaguely, and twitched his mouth blankly.

　　 Even at this time, there are still large groups of fire creatures circling and dancing in the airspace around him, almost surrounding him, but he is still unmoved.

　　 "Of course I don't think so," he said coldly, "To be honest, don't mention the'time to meet'... Actually, I don't want to see you at all, let alone care about what you are doing. What—"

　　 "But, who made you be ill-intentioned all day long? Do you have to toss something to be happy?"

　　 "Oh, it turns out that as long as I don't do anything peacefully, you won't come and fight me right?" Haierbo's voice sounded again, "Although my original intention is not total You fight endlessly. Unfortunately, this is probably not what you and I want..."

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 This was the first time Maca heard a clear intention to avoid fighting from Helbo, and he immediately asked him.

　　 But when Maca asked this sentence, Haierbo immediately said:

　　 "It's nothing...only those who understand will understand. If you don't understand, I don't seem to have any reason to tell it to you-it's no good for me!"

　　The words are here~IndoMTL.com~ He doesn't seem to want to talk to Maca anymore. In the next second, Maca found that the surrounding fire creatures suddenly turned back and accelerated, rushing toward him.

　　 This scene is not the first time that Maca has encountered it. I think that on the day when Haierbo had just escaped from the bewildering monument, he planned to use this hand as a finishing touch to solve Maca in one fell swoop.

　　 And now, after changing his body again and again, Helbo can finally control so many fire creatures at the same time in battle.

　　In an instant, Maca felt a sudden increase in pressure throughout his body.

　　 can clearly feel that the flames that turn into various creatures are not ordinary fires, they are also the products supported by the power of the first-level rules.

　　 Compared to Maca’s cooling rules, Helbo’s magic is obviously superior in technique.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Maca raised his staff at that time, and controlled a huge amount of cold current to form a majestic hurricane of ice crystals, and managed to resist the attack of the fire creatures.

　　 However, being defensive is not a long-term solution.

　　 But in the next instant, Maca suddenly felt a turbulence of magic power appearing after him, causing him to turn his head back.

　　 "Who!"

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