harry potter book of crimes

Under normal circumstances, it would be the time for the guests who had had dinner to return to the auditorium to enjoy the evening entertainment. If we also count the people who want to have a drink at the Three Broomsticks Bar in Hogsmeade Village, there is a self-service entrance at the school gate.

It should be a time when people come and go in an endless stream.

But now, the originally spacious front door of Hogwarts has been completely blocked by a large group of black-robed wizards of unknown origin.

"Who are those people? They seem to have an 'ominous' feeling..."

"Yes! Seeing that they have been standing there silently for more than ten minutes, they seem to have some evil intentions?"

"Have those guys not moved since ten minutes ago? They feel like statues..."

"They blocked the door and we couldn't get in... Does anyone want to ask?"

"Uh...you have to go..."

That's right, from now on, this place has been in a situation where "people from outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out." It's just because that group of people seems to be difficult to mess with. Although most of the people around them are dissatisfied,

But no one wants to be a standout.

Therefore, while the group of black-robed believers did not take the initiative to cause trouble for the time being, the Hogwarts school gate could barely maintain a certain "peaceful" balance.

However, the so-called balance point will always be broken.

In fact, some attentive onlookers have noticed to some extent - the group of black-robed wizards who stood silently and silently did not move at all from beginning to end, but the old man in white robes who stood in front of them, who seemed to be the leader, seemed a little uncomfortable.

A feeling of stability.

Many people could notice that his hands were trembling slightly and his breathing was particularly hard. It felt like all the muscles in his body were tightened, and there was an indescribable sense of tension.

Of course, in addition to the black-robed cultists and the old prophet, there are six children here. It can be seen that at this moment, the children have temporarily lost consciousness and are being held hostage by the six cultists.

It's already dark now. The sun sets from the mountains in the west to the other side of the earth, and the moon has already hung on the sky wall in the east. There aren't many clouds blocking everyone's view tonight. In this Hogwarts

Looking up from the mountains where the castle is located, I don't know when the stars have occupied the sky that bids farewell to the sun.

Suddenly, the humming and whispering under the starry sky suddenly disappeared, and this was only because the old man in white robe took a step forward without hesitation and officially entered the Hogwarts campus.

The guests around him didn't know what he wanted to do, but even they could vaguely sense that something was about to begin.

"...Heir of Pain, you have arrived, then show up!"

This was a sentence in ancient Persian, and almost none of the onlookers present understood it. But of course, the old man did not say it to them, as long as the people who should understand could understand.

As soon as he finished speaking, not far in front of the white-robed old man... It was as if a hand gently opened a transparent veil. Maka's phantom body spell was quietly lifted, and his figure also changed.

Then it was revealed.

There is no detection of magic power fluctuations. How the other party knew he was here is still a mystery for the time being.

However, let’s not mention this now.

In fact, although Maka had just arrived here not long ago, he had already noticed something strange about the old man. He could feel that the old man in front of him seemed calm, but his heart was not as calm as his tone showed.

.

It's like... he is eagerly waiting for something, or... he is always afraid of something.

"'Successor'...well, maybe I am the 'successor of pain' you call..."

Maka also spoke in ancient Persian. Although he had studied this language, because he rarely used its pronunciation, his tone seemed a bit low and unnatural.

"I know you came to me to make a 'deal'. And I must admit that you came very quickly... So, tell me! How can you return those children to me?"

Maka had to stand here at this moment, waiting for the other party to make conditions, because he really didn't have any valuable trump cards in his hand.

He had already forcibly read through the memories of the two black-robed cultists he had trapped, but he originally thought he would get something, but he found that not only did the clues not increase, but his doubts increased further.

Because there was no memory at all in the heads of the two black-robed cultists, not even scattered memory fragments.

You know, even if someone has tampered with the soul, causing it to be activated at a specific time to completely shatter the memory, there will still be memory fragments. Even Maka hasn't figured it out yet. When a person completely

What is the situation like when there is no memory?

Was he controlled by the old man in white robes? What kind of magic did the other party use? At least, he didn't find any traces of magic that could be controlled from a distance on the two black-robed believers.

Just as Maka casually glanced at the black-robed cultist behind the old man, the man's slightly dry lips moved slightly.

"The Magic Stone...and the Dagger of Pain."

The other party's eyes were covered in shadows by the hood, his voice was flat to a little cold, and only his hands hanging by his sides were trembling slightly, without stopping for a moment.

After hearing this, Maka couldn't help but be speechless.

These two things, whether they were real or fake, at least he had once held tightly in his hands. But unfortunately, they had never truly belonged to him.

And the most important thing is that these two things are gone now, and may even have ceased to exist long ago.

If he had more time, he might be able to find a way to create one or two fakes that looked similar, and then try to set another trap for the other party. It's just a pity that the old man didn't give him one.

That opportunity to think carefully.

"If I give them all to you, can you promise to return those six children to me intact?"

Although he didn't have what the other party wanted at hand, judging from the situation in front of him, it was obviously not a good situation like "people will believe it if you say it," and he was not that naive.

so……

"Can."

The white-robed old man's unhesitating answer made Maka nodded slightly.

"Okay, I can make this deal with you, but -" He stared at the other person calmly, paused before continuing, "First, I must confirm the status of the children. I want to see everything about them.

normal."

As soon as Maka finished speaking, before he even finished speaking, he saw the six black-robed cultists controlling the children touching behind the children's ears.

Immediately, six pairs of eyes slowly opened their eyelids. The children looked around confusedly at first, and when they found themselves among a group of strange guys, they immediately became panicked.

It can be seen that they all want to leave there, but the left hands of the six black-robed cultists are tightly clasped around their young necks, making it impossible for them to move even half a step away.

"Sister Hill—little Tad—Rosa—well—"

A voice mixed with surprise and worry rang hastily among the crowd behind Maka, but it was quickly withdrawn.

"Very good," Maka nodded slightly again, "I will get the Magic Stone and the Dagger of Pain within three days, and then we will complete the deal -"

"no."

What Maka needs most now is time. Up to now, he has experienced many things and encountered many problems. He believes that as long as he has time, he will be able to find the most practical and effective solution.

He even managed to break the desperate situation created by the ancient magic mirror, but now he can't deal with the old man holding a hostage in front of him?

Yes, there were indeed some strange things to deal with, but he didn't think that would make him helpless.

However, even within three short days, the other party seemed unwilling to wait at all. The old man in white robe responded quickly and decisively, leaving no room for error.

"Right now, immediately."

As time continued to pass, Maka felt that the eagerness in the other person's heart continued to expand. The palms in the old man's sleeves trembled even more, and not only that, this time even the voice when he spoke was no longer as it was at the beginning.

calm.

A strange sense of urgency arose between the two of them.

"I said, I will get it for you within three days," Maka said with a frown, "You don't think that I would just take things like the Magic Stone and the Dagger of Pain with me so casually, right? Get it.

It also takes time... In the meantime, you can take the children back and wait, isn't that okay?"

Although he was a little anxious in his heart, he still had an expression of impatience on his face. He knew that he should not be impatient during negotiations, and he had to continue acting... After all, he didn't have what the other party wanted at all.

If this is exposed, the transaction will be equivalent to non-existence.

However, the old man's sense of urgency undoubtedly made this transaction more unstable.

"I said, now!"

The other party's sudden outburst confirmed what Maka said beforehand - something was wrong!

It seemed that the old man in white robe could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart, restlessness, uneasiness, urgency and even fear, all of a sudden poured out mixed with his low roar. Then, he suddenly reached out and opened his door

With the hood on his head, a bald head was suddenly exposed to everyone's sight.

The other person looked like any old man you could see everywhere. His appearance was nothing out of the ordinary, and his skin had the typical sagging wrinkles of the elderly.

Only the twisted expression on the old man's face exuded hysterical anger and despair.