harry potter book of crimes

"I said, now! Hand over both the Magic Stone and the Dagger of Pain! Don't say it takes time... Three days later? Don't say three days, I don't even want to wait for three minutes! Hand it over immediately, even if it's just the Dagger of Pain.

Okay, hand it over to me!"

Just when Maka was still trying to buy time, the old man in white robe suddenly took off the hood on his head and roared manically.

It can be seen that as the old man's anger suddenly overflowed, the blood vessels on his bald head were exposed.

To be honest, this sudden emotional outburst really made Maka a little embarrassed.

Obviously, although I don't know the reason, the other party is indeed eager. If Maka does have that dagger, then the balance of victory is already tilting to his side. Even if there is no magic stone, work harder.

If so, he could also exchange all six children back.

However, he has never actually owned the Dagger of Pain. Now, even if the other party is anxious and willing to settle for the next best thing, what he doesn't have means he doesn't have it, and he can't give it to him even if he wants to.

As a result, his original theoretical advantage completely turned into his disadvantage.

"In this case, there is nothing we can do..."

After Maka secretly murmured something in her heart, she was already preparing to use force. Although rough methods would increase the risk, time was already too tight, and effective methods would be gone for a while.

But he just made some preparations in his mind, and before he even moved, the bald old man snorted coldly.

"do not move!"

Although the other party's expression was full of restlessness, his thinking was still extremely calm.

"Don't try to take people from me by force - Heir, I admit that your magic is indeed amazingly powerful, but it is impossible to take the hostages from my hands. To tell you the truth, all I need is a thought.

Those children will die immediately!"

No, this feeling...

"By the way, I'd like to remind you one more thing," the old man said with a ferocious expression. "Although your soul-impacting magic is very fast, I advise you not to use it, because that magic is harmful to my followers.

It doesn’t work.”

Rather than saying "calm", it would be better to say...

"Legilimency?" Maka suddenly felt alarmed and thought to herself, "No, it can't be Legilimency. There is no response to Occlumency... This old man seems to have the blood of a prophet... Could it be some kind of

The ability to predict?"

The words of the bald old man made Maka tense up - yes, he really wanted to use soul magic just now.

As long as he creates a momentary trance in the opponent's consciousness, he can forcefully seize the hostage. There are risks, of course, and he cannot guarantee that nothing will go wrong, but the chance of winning is not small.

However, the old man first interrupted his action with one sentence exactly before he was about to take action; then he used another sentence to clearly express his plan.

If the opponent's Legilimency wasn't so strong that even he couldn't detect it, then he might have had a true gift of precognition.

If she thought about the old man's predictions and several accurate calculations, Maka couldn't help but secretly confirm her own conclusion.

"If it's really a short-term prediction ability, it would be troublesome..."

Maka, who has dealt with the rules of time a few times, knows very well how tricky it is. If it were an ordinary prophetic talent, there would at least be some room for change. After all, the future is constantly changing.

. But if it is a short-term prediction, it means that every move will be severely restricted.

"I know what you want to say-"

Maka was about to speak, but his thoughts were interrupted precisely when he turned them into actions.

"You guessed it right... But I don't want to tell you this now. Hand over the dagger - the Dagger of Pain, hand it over to me quickly! I don't have that much time to waste with you, it's almost too late...

"

Maka really wanted to ask this time: "You are so good at guessing, don't you know that I don't have that broken dagger?"

But he just thought about it, but he hesitated instead. Yes! Since the prophetic old man insisted that he had the dagger in his hand, could it be possible... that he really had it, but he just didn't realize it?

It was Rowena who took him to several ancient scenes before he came into contact with the dagger, and his emotions were buried by the broken dagger. But what happened later? In other words, what happened to those scenes?

Is it similar to the effect of a pensieve, or was he really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still many questions, and the more I think about them, the more complex and changeable they become, but they cannot be asked directly. If the other party knows that they do not have the Dagger of Pain at all, not to mention whether they believe it or not, at least most of the children will fall into death.

in crisis.

Just when Maka was being exposed by the old prophet again and again, and gradually fell into a dilemma, a subtle but extremely clear voice suddenly sounded from the crowd on one side. The voice was very familiar, but it was not the voice he had heard before.

The voice of Leni, who had spoken before, was the voice of another slightly cold girl.

"Centauri () South 2776 turn 300..."

A strange sentence, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, spoken at an unusually fast speed.

When these words fell into his ears, Maka noticed that the face of the bald old man in front of him changed, and his original irritability was suddenly replaced by incomparable surprise and astonishment.

Looking at his expression, it was as if he had heard something so unbelievable that he couldn't react for a while.

"South of Corvus——" "Do it!"

Immediately following, there is a second similar sentence, like a magical incantation, from which the regularity of syllables and tones can be clearly discerned.

But this time the old man finally reacted. Before the voice could finish reciting, most of the black-robed cultists behind him were mobilized for this purpose. Only thirty or forty cultists drew out their daggers at the same time. They were almost there.

In an instant, it went from stillness to movement, bursting out at maximum speed, and seemed to be trying to take the life of the owner of the voice before he could finish speaking.

But how could Maka just watch the other party act like this?

The staff appeared in his hand in an instant, and then a cold breath enveloped the large space here. The black-robed cultists who were flying towards the crowd from all angles suddenly had a layer of blood visible to the naked eye.

Frost.

However, there are too many people here, and it is very difficult to stop all the attackers without using large-scale magic.

Probably feeling the danger coming from the suddenly cold air, the crowd around them began to crowd back. In fact, from just now, the onlookers had gradually backed away a lot, but that was obviously not enough.

The scene began to become chaotic.

Maka used the cooling rules to cast the terrifying cold wave, and its effect was naturally significant. Although the believers were fast, they still slowed down while running, and each one was frozen in the process.

But there were still two people who were not "taken care of", because the next moment they started to slow down, they had already rushed into the chaotic crowd.

"——1068 to 437." "Chi."

At the same time as the voice finished reading the second sentence, the sound of the sharp blade slicing across the body made the corners of Maka's eyes suddenly jump. But strangely, there was no cry of pain from the crowd. Or scream.

"Corona Borealis 1528, not visible."

As the third sentence was read out by the plain voice, Maka took a deep breath. And the footsteps he was running in that direction also changed his course of action in the next second, and quickly turned back towards the kidnapped person. of children.

Because he keenly discovered that the magic fluctuations in the bald old man's body calmed down quickly, and even his pupils dilated slightly - that was a sign of temporary loss of consciousness.

Maka's speed was not inferior to those of the black-robed cultists, or even faster. He was seen rushing towards the six cultists like a gust of wind, and the magic blades sent by the six paths in advance accurately passed between their eyebrows, and the children and returned to his protection.

When he carefully pushed the six little guys back to the other side, the other believers remained in place, as if they had no time to react.

Or maybe they can't move at all...

"Professor MacLean, you only need to control the old man. Don't worry about the others in black robes."

When Maka heard this, she immediately turned her head to take a look, and then her pupils shrank.

"Sarah, you-"

"Professor MacLean, I'm fine... Please take action as soon as possible."

Maka looked at Sarah's right shoulder, and there was obviously something missing there. The scarlet color stimulated his nerves; and looking behind her, the missing thing was lying quietly in a pool of blood. Medium, extremely eye-catching.

——Can this be called "nothing"?

Compared with Sarah, who was so calm that it could be said that she was weird, those people who were scared and screamed by this scene were much more normal, even if those scared faces were not really pretty.

Maka had noticed something strange about Sarah, and she also had her own secrets. But even Maka couldn't have imagined that she would see this weird scene now.

But no matter how confused he was, he would not lose his due judgment because of this. Sarah's calmness made Maka decisively move towards the still absent-minded after handing the children over to Professor McGonagall. The bald old man cast a spell.

Behind Maka, Professor Sprout rushed to Sarah with Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital, obviously wanting to treat her in time. In this regard, Sarah didn't say much, just stood there Let them do whatever they want.

"This... doesn't work," Pomfrey said with a serious expression, "Maybe the blade that cut off the arm has some dark magic attached to it..."

But Sarah just shook her head.

"Don't worry, I think... we can just leave this to Professor MacLean."