harry potter book of crimes

"...Return the Dagger of Pain to my teaching."

In the main hall, the words of the old prophet were still echoing. He was just like the first, leaning down and sitting on the carved platform, as if he had not seen the scene where Maka easily resisted the six believers.

It seemed like there was no surprise at all.

Is it the wizards blocking the door who make him feel confident? Or does the old man hold other powerful cards in his hand?

In addition, the six black-robed cultists who had just attacked did not immediately launch a second attack after they missed once. It seemed that they were planning to secretly weigh their confrontation with Maka first.

Or... what are they waiting for?

"Is this still the case?" Maka looked past the wizards in front of the palace gate and looked deeper, "Even if you want me to hand over the 'Dagger of Pain'... don't you think you should give me an explanation first?"

?For example, what is the 'Dagger of Pain'? Or for example, what is your purpose?"

In these consecutive questionings, he had actually incorporated the skills of Legilimency. However, this magic, which had almost never failed in the past, seemed to have a greatly reduced effect this time.

He is worthy of being a wizard with the blood of a prophet, and his spiritual strength is truly extraordinary.

"Don't want to say it?"

Maka frowned and raised the staff in his hand again, causing the six black-robed cultists standing around him to point their sharp blades at him alertly. Even the short one who was broken by him with the staff

The cultist of the sword also quickly took out his wand.

Obviously, if Maka moved again, they would give up their hesitation and go straight to it.

"Heir of pain," at this moment, the old prophet finally spoke again, "I don't know where you got it, but it does not belong to you, and it will not do you any good...Give it back

If I teach you, I can absolve you of your sins..."

"It doesn't belong to me? Who does it belong to?" Macana's hand holding the staff still stopped in mid-air, giving people the illusion that it would fall at any time, "Does it belong to you?"

But then, the prophet shut his mouth again, seemingly not planning to say anything more.

Just as Maka found it difficult to understand the other party's words, in the other party's mind, Maka's words were probably nothing more than a provocation.

"It's so hard to talk to you..."

It was obvious that Maka's intention of taking action was not an illusion. Just as he was muttering in a low voice, the staff had lightly touched the floor tiles, causing all six people who had been staring at him to rush towards the center.

Come.

But at the next moment, a cold air suddenly overflowed, covering most of the open space in front of the temple.

When he walked out of the ice mist with his staff, not even one of the six believers who had just attacked him at the same time came out. No one even knew that in just over ten seconds,

What happened there.

"excuse me……"

After waving to the large number of wizards in front of her, Maka went straight forward without caring whether they could understand English.

However, I don’t know if it’s really because of the language barrier or because they simply don’t want to let me go.

In short, when Maka walked forward without any explanation, only a few people gave in hesitantly. But most of the other wizards, after a slight commotion, fell silent again.

Maka noticed that when they discovered that he wanted to force his way in, most people involuntarily looked back in the direction of the stone platform deep in the hall. Then, they felt slightly uneasy because they had witnessed Maka's strength.

, and then it became stable.

"It seems that the prophet's trump card is probably not this group of rabble... On the contrary, the prophet is their reliance, right?"

While he was thinking this, his steps did not stop at all, as if he couldn't see the group of wizards in front of him, he moved forward stubbornly.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Suddenly, the few Indian wizards standing at the forefront felt a strange feeling, as if an invisible wall was pressing down on him extremely roughly. The invisible barrier slammed into him arrogantly.

, making him couldn't help but follow Maka's every step and retreat.

It was at this moment that the other party said something in a language that Maka could not understand, and then all the wands were pointed at him.

Even Maka is unable to withstand a large number of curse attacks. After all, he is still an ordinary human being, but he does not have the blood of giants like Hagrid and Maxim to increase his resistance.

But one thing about modern magic is fatal, that is, under the same circumstances, the effect of preemptive strikes will be astonishingly good.

The magic he just used to push the crowd was an enlarged version of the "Iron Armor Curse". The shield-shaped barrier, which was originally only used to deflect magic spells and physical entities, after the range is increased, although the defense capability will be greatly reduced, but when used properly

When clever enough, it can produce unexpected effects.

I saw Maka suddenly pushing the staff forward, followed by a large number of wizards who fell on their backs for a while. Only a few people standing closer to the side successfully cast offensive spells, but they only exploded in the air.

Several light particles of various colors were produced by hitting the iron armor curse.

As for Maka, she had already walked through the crowd calmly and easily entered the hall.

"boom!"

With a wave of Maka's backhand, he took the initiative to close the palace door. Then there was another defensive spell, completely sealing the door - it looked like the group of guys were locked in without any resistance.

After being outside, I still don't have the confidence to forcefully break in.

"You still don't... forget it."

There were so few light sources in the hall that it looked almost dull at first glance. After Maka waved her staff to light up a dazzling light, she gently threw it into the air, and the hall suddenly became bright.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that in the depths of the palace, in addition to the old prophet on the stone platform, there are three black-robed believers on both sides of him. If you count the six who rushed out just now, there are a total of twelve.

But, are there really only these people here?

Of course not, at least Maka could vaguely sense that there were obviously people hiding in the side halls behind the hall and on both sides, but they had no plans to be exposed for the time being.

But no matter how many people were here, he didn't want to say anything more. If he was the only one trying to talk unilaterally, it would obviously be meaningless. He didn't want to talk to the air.

Therefore, he simply shut his mouth and walked straight to the carved stone platform along the scarlet carpet in the center of the hall.

"Stop him," since Maca walked forward without saying a word, the prophet finally spoke, but this time it was in modern Persian, "Follow the orders of the religion, all for the sake of faith."

"For faith!"

The black-robed cultists on both sides responded in unison, and like the six companions before, they held the hilt of the sword on their back with their backhand.

Previously, due to lack of light outside, Maka did not see the appearance of these believers too clearly. But this time, although they also wore hoods, those six pairs of cold eyes made his heart tremble.

.

Naturally, he was not worried about the opponent's strength. Through the previous confrontation, he understood that if these people had no other means, they would not pose much of a threat to him.

He has encountered enough fast opponents.

For example, the group of black death disciples created by Voldemort in the past were comparable to fire dragons in terms of power, speed, and intensity. However, these black-robed cultists in front of them were obviously only faster.

What he cared about was the cold eyes that were very familiar to him—once upon a time, he had been in this kind of emotionless state, and even spent a period of extremely depressed time because of it.

"Um?"

Just when Maka was about to quickly deal with the six people in front of her and then approach the prophet on the stone platform, a wave of magic power spread in the hall.

The next moment, the six black-robed cultists disappeared in an instant.

It was the old prophet - he seemed to have cast a magic similar to the Disguise Curse, hiding the figures of those believers.

However, this stealth and sneak attack tactic may have a considerable effect on other wizards, but it obviously cannot cause any trouble to Maka.

So, when all the believers disappeared from sight, Maka waved her staff without hesitation.

Six invisible magic blades met the six invisible black-robed cultists with great precision. This was exactly the magic blade he got from Snape, which has high speed, concealment, and excellent killing effect. It is used in

It's just right here.

But then, the strange actions made by the six believers made him stunned for a moment.

Yes, at the moment when all the invisible sharp blades were about to hit the opponent, the six opponents actually kicked their feet together and perfectly avoided it with a rather awkward movement.

Others might not be able to see it, because both the blade and the cultist are invisible. But Maka "sees" it very clearly - his attack was completely dodged.

"what happened?"

He thought of many possibilities in a very short period of time, such as that the other party could also sense magic power, or that the other party could predict danger, etc., but naturally this was not something that could be answered in a short time.

Although thoughts continued in his mind, Maka's movements did not stop. Even if he was avoided by the opponent once, he still had a lot of room for a second or even third attack.

"Since you can hide, then I will simply make it impossible for you to hide -"

This time, he no longer used the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse. He just waved his staff for a moment, and large swaths of flames surged up in front of him like waves, rushing straight forward with majestic momentum.

In the past, Dumbledore liked to use this type of magic technique because its basic magic spell, the Fire Spell, was very low-cost, but its actual use effect was unexpectedly excellent.