harry potter book of crimes

The architectural style of Iran's magical world is generally derived from the ancient aggressive copycat empire-Persia, which was undoubtedly the most powerful period for local wizards.

Because of this, many traces of styles from ancient Egypt, ancient Greece and even ancient Babylon can still be seen in the areas where Iranian wizards lived.

Of course, in fact, it was precisely because the Persian wizards at that time interfered too much with the political and military power of Muggles, which completely aroused the dissatisfaction of wizards in neighboring countries, and ultimately led to the overlapping of dynasties in the Persian Empire that almost "rised by day and died by night".

Although their treatment of Muggle subjects is not as cruel as people think.

In any case, it is all in the past. No one can tell what exactly happened back then.

If you want to evaluate the current Iranian magic world, you have to focus on the present.

For example, what Maka and the others are going to at this time is the largest pure wizard residential area in the Iranian magic world. And in this street, there are khaki stone pillars, round spire houses and various wall reliefs everywhere.

At the far east end of the alley, a temple and palace with a typical Greek style is quite eye-catching.

The Iranian magic world is one of the few in the magic world today that still has a magic world organized by the church.

However, what is different from Muggles is that, just like Druidism, which was popular in the magical world at the time, wizards' churches do not have so-called belief in gods, but only worship of ancestors or nature.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the palace surrounded by striped stone pillars, a withered old man wearing a gray-white robe, a crown on his head and a long staff was sitting on the white carved stone platform, his eyes slightly closed.

His eyes were motionless. If his chest wasn't still rising and falling slightly, anyone would have thought he was dead.

On the left and right sides of the stone platform, more than a dozen wizards in uniform robes stood with their eyes lowered, and no one said a word.

Further outside, there are the outsiders gathered in this hall. A small number of them are Indian wizards wearing turbans and red dots on their eyebrows, while the rest are mostly young people from different countries.

The stocks are gone.

At this time, the hall was very dark. Only a few braziers on the pillars were burning with flames. The flickering firelight illuminated the crowd in the hall indistinctly.

But even though so many wizards have gathered here, even though they are basically people they have never met, no one spoke from the beginning to the end. Like the believers in the deepest part of the hall, they all remain silent, as if

Waiting for something quietly.

Suddenly, the flames in the brazier all jumped, causing everyone in the hall to raise their heads. In the blurry darkness, nearly two hundred pairs of eyes cast their gaze towards the deepest part of the hall.

"……cough."

On the carved stone platform, the old man suddenly coughed, causing his whole body to tremble. And at the next moment, those flames jumped again, as if something was pulling them at the same time.

They are generally neat.

It was at this moment that the old man's half-closed eyes slowly opened.

"Sin... sin is spreading... many great sins have appeared... looking for the key... opening the door... looking for... the key..."

The eyes were wandering and lifeless, the voice was hoarse and twisted, but no one dared to ignore those intermittent words.

Yes, even Maka, who was standing in the shadow outside the palace door, was listening attentively, not wanting to miss even a word. He was very fortunate that this prophecy was said in ancient Persian, which is Sumerian.

The standard phonetic notation of cuneiform. If it were spoken in Persian, which is popular among modern Iranian people, he would not be able to understand a single word...

Just now, Maka groped all the way here. On the way to this hall, he, Lupin, and Sirius naturally passed by many wizard guards.

At the moment, the other two people were leaving the place with two wizards who looked like little leaders, and went to a deserted place outside for questioning.

Maka, on the other hand, went all the way to the innermost palace, intending to see the situation first.

"It's the so-called 'sin' again..." He leaned against the wall, thinking silently, "It seems that the person speaking inside should be someone with the blood of the prophet, just like Professor Trelawney...

But, key? Door? What does this mean?"

However, the old man deep in the hall is obviously much more capable than Trelawny. At least he is not like the latter, who only deceives people except for his unstable prophecy ability.

Just as Maka was chewing those words secretly, another cough suddenly sounded in the hall, and it was much louder than before.

Immediately afterwards, the red flames in the brazier jumped for the third time.

"...Pain...incomparably cold edge...a soul-shattering blade...the successor of pain! Close...very close...very close!"

The old man's hoarse voice became louder and louder, and in the end it was even close to a roar, as if it was about to cut his own throat.

Then, his eyes suddenly regained their vitality, and then he slammed the long staff in his hand on the floor tiles under the stone platform.

"The successor of the Dagger of Pain...is outside the temple gate!"

As mentioned just now, Maka didn't understand what the old prophet said at all. But as the words fell, a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded in the hall, making it impossible for him to understand.

Because those footsteps were obviously coming from the direction of the door!

"Did you find me?" Maka wasn't too nervous. He was just stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped forward, "The phrase 'The heir of pain is very close'... could it be referring to me?"

After jumping to the open space in front of the hall, he suddenly turned around, only to see that the door of the hall had been opened a crack. And the moment he looked over, a black shadow flew out from the crack of the door at a very fast speed.

It's hard to see the exact appearance.

But Maka clearly sensed that it was also a wizard, and he had hidden himself in the shadow behind the stone pillar on the left.

After one figure, another one followed, equally fast and dexterous, one after another, disappearing into places around him that were out of sight. It seemed that these guys were planning to completely surround him.

At the same time, the main entrance of the hall has been completely pushed open. A large number of wizards poured out from inside, standing next to each other at the door, all their eyes focused on Maka.

But Maka didn't care so much. He was still frowning and thinking. Because there was a trace of memory looming in his mind, accompanied by the familiar feeling from before, constantly stimulating his nerves.

"Oh, it turned out to be that time..." His eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, that dagger that once buried my emotions... The environment on that night of the assassination was indeed similar to what I saw today."

Of course it's not the same place, Maka still knows this, but the feeling is very similar.

What lit up the memory that was almost left in a corner of his heart was the six black-robed wizards who just rushed out of the hall. Their speed was extremely fast, and at the same time, it was so fast that Maka

Very familiar.

"Prophet, won't you come out and explain the situation to me?"

Maka ignored the suddenly tense atmosphere around him. While speaking in ancient Persian, his gaze went straight into the darkest part of the palace door. On that carved stone platform, the old man

The figure sitting on it is half visible and half hidden, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Heir, return the Dagger of Pain to our religion..."

The old man's voice echoed in the empty hall, and it was already blurry when it reached the door, but Maka could barely understand it.

However, he said out of nowhere that he was the successor, and then asked to hand over the Dagger of Pain without saying a word.

He has already guessed what the "Dagger of Pain" is - but let alone he doesn't have it. Even if the dagger is really in his hand now, will he hand it over obediently?

"Aren't you planning to come out?" Maka nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll come in by myself."

Being able to hear the two prophecies just now can be said to have been earned today. But if he could pry out some more explanations from the prophet's mouth, he wouldn't mind spending a lot more effort.

As soon as he spoke, there was a staff in his hand.

It has to be said that since the incident between Voldemort and Grindelwald, he has rarely used this thing. In daily life, a long stick is really inconvenient. Maybe it can be used as a crutch when he gets old.

, but now it is obviously not necessary.

And as soon as his staff appeared, the six black-robed cultists hiding in the corner immediately moved!

Their speed is indeed very fast, but Maka will not be slower than them. After turning on the speed ability, a total of seven figures including him passed by each other in an instant, and several icy streams of light suddenly appeared and disappeared, followed by the sound of

It was a crisp and clear impact sound that was almost perfect.

That's a bladed weapon! It's the remnants of six sharp blades that were bathed in the moonlight for a moment!

Modern wizards rarely use weapons other than wands. But in ancient times, when the goblin clan’s knowledge of crafting magic weapons had not yet been lost, various weapons were also popular among wizards. Even at that time, wizards

There are also several inheritances who are good at making magic weapons.

Of course, to this day, there may still be sporadic groups of wizards who can vaguely remember the tradition of using weapons, but magic weapons have become extremely rare treasures.

Maka was very sure that all six sharp blades were ordinary daggers, at best the ones with better forging skills. Because the dagger that first came into contact with his staff was already broken.